The Demands of Forgiveness

Too often
We feel it is solely our fault
When we could not provide
What others have sought.

But please

Forgiveness can only be granted
When the person who hurt us
Has stopped what they started.

Wow! That’s What I Call Micropoetry Vol. III

Silken Sable Sheets
Flecked with the dust of heaven
Sheltering the earth
(Inspired by @DimpleVerse Prompt ‘Dusk Light’)

Footsteps slip through midnight’s silence
Closing in from all around,
Death creeps softly through the darkness;
Hush your heart, don’t make a sound.

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Roll Up, Roll Up…

Love can be a:
Roller coaster
Hall of mirrors
Ferris wheel
Fun house
House of horrors
Dodgem track
Or ghost train


You can’t tell ’til the ride’s begun
And you can’t leave ’til you’ve had your fun

So roll up, roll up…

The City’s Song

Hear the calming sound of distant traffic,
The morning yawn of this slumbering town,
There, the early birds fly fast and frantic,
Here, the songbirds strive to rouse the crowds.

Soon voices merge with this morning chorus,
As fledglings fly free from their parent’s nests,
Filled with the thrill of the day before them,
Wild screams and laughter burst out from their breasts.

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The Accumulation of Self-Worth

We are all speculators on our own stock markets,
Buying and selling our self-esteem by
Trading shares with each other, and
Raising and lowering our investments in ourselves.
Yet it seems the more our bodies develop,
The less we feel we have gained;
And the more we weigh in pounds,
The less we feel we’re worth.
So perhaps we should speculate more wisely,
By withdrawing our shares of self-worth from
Our ever-fluctuating corporal corporations,
And investing them instead
Into the solvent, substantial bonds
Of our souls.