Start of the day
Start of the day,
work, life, and, play
Each day as it comes,
breath in the lungs,
appreciate what comes
Fortunate that oxygen,
has entered our lungs
Chambers of the heart,
pumping for us to start,
so we can appreciate,
each day from,
the very start
Take care of this,
pulsing pink heart,
look after your body,
So it can start
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Silly whirlwinds
Gaz s silly silly trendy bagpipes are hanging on the ladder of coolness today! Silly smudges are splattered like a weed telescope on a reality show and the exalted bodily relationships of the physical universe take place in the crossfire of curious cameras; humiliatingly misunderstood black comedy! "It's just silly nonsense, stupid five-minute people: while the average tolerates sluggish common sense and sloth-tuna when someone wins a Beauty Contest in addition to the chattering melody of two complex sentences!" Yet the time of the modified Beauty and Mind Championships is long overdue and new, hitherto unknown jobs are being created and created for the selfish possession of the flashing blinding smile of ladies!
To Man - if his common sense could remain - the Lack fenced the swamp net, which lowers and pulls it down daily! Eyes adorned with squeaky st...
Ghost House
A house made of screams and fear.
Hedge in by the high brick walls.
A place whose all loved one disappeared
And darkness masked fear crawl.
Here every room has a story
In which each is a character.
But time and world has taken his glory
And called it a sinister.
This ghost house is similar to many of us
Engulfed by our own darkness.
Stiff but eaten by the rust.
All these make feel starkness
As of this house, THE GHOST HOUSE
...VAULT WISE
Treasure of dreams
Vision of refreshing streams
More than silver and gold
At least that is what I was told
Unlock the goodness being virtues
It’s not just the treasure chest
Vintage behind representing the crest
The pioneers of essence
The shine outlining the sequence
Time through the years
Unlock, again in what could be a surprise
Fortune of wealth
Wills arranged during pain from poor health
Value within monetary
Fame at the moment
Vault that has revealed the quality
The heart that was filled with solidarity
...
FORTUNE FOR POWER
Control and deceit
Anarchy being the force of no one being relieved
Wealth with a lavished house
Money and a living mouse
The house is really a large Mansion
It is nestled way in the countryside
This is where the Persian’s reside
A man named Sterling Persian being an Oil Tycoon
It was always his routine, breakfast at 8 and lunch at Noon
Mr. Sterling Persian grosses 46 million yearly, but murder is on the mind of one family member
You see, the Son, Arthur Persian wants to heir and take away the fortune for himself, but Daddy Persian put another name on his estate, and it’s not a family member
It’s his Mistress
So murder is in the air
The thought of murder making the fortune fair
So as Sterling Persian slumbers, a murder is already in the works
Sleep unto Death
As everyone is fast asleep, but not Arthur Persia...
PAINTING OF DARKNESS
Capturing the picture perfect moment, and with the act of Death in remembrance. Back in Salem, Massachusetts in 1850, a man with talent for the arts, but the urge of Death in reality. This man was Samuel Bloodstone. He painted what he saw and felt, and with the idea of murder in portraying the depth of his work, and with the variations of color and contrast seen through the flowing brush.
The night of August 14, 1850, Mr. Bloodstone had invited the beauty of Mary Wonderworth to capture her structure in the raw. He suggested, Ms. Wonderworth had radiated the energy, and her loins would make a perfect picture in a bloodshed canvas. Unknowingly to Ms. Wonderworth, she is about to embark on a journey into the unknown accelerating into the shadows. Mr. Bloodstone was a madman, and with mysterious intentions. It had been known about Samuel Bloodstone, and that his paint brushes were his murder weapons. Perfection upon Death being the paint stroked after stroke i...
8 DAYS OF SCENERY
IT ALL HAPPENED ON A GREYHOUND BUS
IT WAS A VACATION GETAWAY BEING A MUST
THIS WAS WHILE I WAS IN MY TWENTIES
A CROSS COUNTRY RIDE
THIS IS WHAT ONLY THE GREYHOUND BUS CAN PROVIDE
THE BUS STOPPED IN VARIOUS TOWNS AND MAJOR CITIES
COUNTRY MUSIC WITH ROCKY MOUNTAIN THOUGHTS
I ACTUALLY SEEN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS UP CLOSE STANDING TALL WITH SNOW IN THE HIGH PEAKS
THIS WAS IN SEPTEMBER 1983
AS I LEANED BACK IN MY RECLINING SEAT
THE GREYHOUND BUS ADDED JUST THE RIGHT TREAT
THE BUS PICTURE WINDOWS BEING LIKE MOVIE SCREENS
TOWNS WITH STRANGE NAMES
SALT LAKE CITY BEING THE MORMONS THOU
THE WESTERN MOUNTAINS WITH SPLENDID SUNSET
ARIZONA WITH THE CACTUS AROMA
MY THOUGHT WAS RIDE THEM COWBOY, BUT THROUGH THE GREYHOUND WAY
SCENERY BACK TO BACK
VENTURE BEING A NEVER ENDING TRACK
EAST TO WEST AND BACK TO THE EAST<...
ANGUISHED
Full of destiny
Pride Within
Let me take a moment to think
Despair is my cry
There is no hope to even try
Deep in my own sorrows
I have no tomorrow
Hours are times of my still
So I cry again and again
I thought I would overcome
But all I got was none
Fulfillment feels like a far off distance
It doesn’t come in an instance
Hours beyond the seconds
Beckons on Reckons
Torn beyond repair
Life certainly isn’t fair
But do you or anybody really care?
...THEY SAY
Begins becomes start
To think in acting smart
To talk educates in teach
Concept formulates technique
Accomplish constructs assemble
Able knowing you can
Sip in Drink
Establish engaging accomplish
Positivity living prosperity
Achieve with finished to success
Career where succeeding says it best
...
Maybe None
I wish I'd found the words to express how I felt
before the silence became unbearable and I left
I searched for a place I might feeel some peace
Though I fear I may never find it
Coz I know that as I am
there may be no home for me; in this world.