Blue Tits
Blue tits chirping
Fluttering so, yellow and blue
Talk to me
With your bird coo
Morning garden
Crisp, and blue
Talk to me
Blue tit
Please do.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Non - Verbal Contact
Wait stop, and feel the
Non - verbal contact
Without speech
So real
Sense by sense
The appeal
Be known
Through touch, and sight,
tasting like honeycomb
Melting with each bite
With sweet smelling
Roses beautiful
Colours arome
WAKEN the senses
One beautiful body
Be known.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
and the world forgot about me one more time
I saw you in a magazine today
Half a smile, miles away
And though I know you're busy doing all the things you wanna do
I keep thinking about you
Driving through town
In the morning
Looking at the faces in the lonely crowds
I think you must have seen my mail by now
I know you don't care about me anymore
Too much time has passed in your mind
You pretend, I fake a smile
We're only talking once in a while
I sit on a park bench
Looking for you
But it's all in vain asking all these people with my broken French
Tell me this isn't true
Coffee shop at midnight
One last stop before I'm home
Headlights on
I'm hoping you'd make it this time
My key opens the door
You're not here, you're not mine
I fall to the floor
And the world forgot about me one more time<...
To inaction
All the set-aside melodies in the hesitant chalice of my heart are hissing; who knows the plans for uplifting, unknown minutes? As soon as the wide open star pair of cosmoses with its rich dawn light might just wink at me! - My heartbreaking heartbeat was already beating more and more anxiously; where could my chatter-stumbling escape journey have taken me if I couldn’t always be by my side?
The eternal magic of stars is perhaps immortal bait? To my giving confession, Love can't bring written either?! Squat pulling his legs in the little boy's Hope! In my heart, the tense drum word haunted me if I could feel sorry for me, if at least I would call the fallen eternal child for her.
Even today, with exile and insane determination, I want to believe in the perhaps eternal human Value of Friendship!...
Sunlight
When the curtains were open
The light shone through, but not broken
However
long over due, touching our faces with striking yellow, while warming too
suddenly our heads tilted back from the long overdue, eyes flickering from the light,
making us blink for our sight
with light so pure, clear, and new
that was warming our bodies, all the way through, leaving us knowing the day is so new, let's start it together, and float on through, while loving the gift given to you, of pure, and new that is special, and clearly bright,
and true, make everyday count for you, and
Special people too.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
...HE KILLS YOU
I know he thrills you
While he also kills you
So will you still go
To the Trump Rodeo?
We’d like to know
It’s not a James Brown show
Where fans have to go
In the rain or snow
I know he turns you on
But enough to mourn
Long after he is gone?
Cuz you lost your senses
And paid the consequences
Of the virus spread
Hear what I said?
You could well be dead
What’s so fascinating
His style of debating
That most are hating?
Or is it his coiffure
Maybe it’s much more
Than how he wears his hair
That brings you there
Just to be fair
But whatever it is
The man is like the wiz
I’m talking square biz
Cuz people are hurting
And...
Fire in my soul
I won't apologize for the fire in my soul
That burning desire to rise above my circumstances
To better myself and those around me
I won't apologize for the fire in my soul
The world can try
But it can't put it out
No matter what the world throws at me
I will burn right through it and move on
That is how hot that fire burns
Once it's lit
Nothing can stand in my way
Nothing can stop me
Enchanted Path
Deep in the enchanted forest
Thee was on the pathway to see
Toadstools, roundhouses, and witches waiting with sweet treats for he
Captivated by all he could see,
away from the bleak conventional streets
that be, along the enchanted path,
staying away from the streets of
Conventional wrath, ensuring the magical path, would fill his pockets with treats that
could only surley last, away from the streets of MASKS, and false treats,
set to fail all people connected to these streets
So follow the path
Where the symbol is sure to stay, and last
Far longer than any conventional street
You may see or pass.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney
Life crash
I run away from my feelings all day
I'm drivin mad by the voice in my head
I can't take this shit all day
My life is going to crash
I try and try to do what I can
But I find my life in the trash again
It seems nothing can go my way
...
4, 7, 8, Breathing
When I walked away today,
the mind needed to relax, and play
Soothing thoughts to take one away
Sitting alone without a moan
Relaxing the brain while at home
Taking a moment 4, 7, 8, breathing technique to alleviate fate, fight or flight, which one is in sight
Put a stop to this fighting plight, and carefully soothe with will, and might
Hopefully the one, that will soothe the brain, and relax the body out of pain
You choose the one that is not weak, flight
Is always better when relaxed, but not meek
leaving one feeling recharged, and unique
Definitely keeping 4, 7, 8, breathing technique.
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney