Meloncholy October

All this screaming in my head,

October, is dawn of dead.

Wind blown corpses cackles down streets,

Crunching under booted feet.

Coats pulled closer, chill within.

Summer is here, I've waited all year.
For gardens, greenery, and lemonaide cheer.

Live in the slow lane, on the porch swing.
Sitting on blankets, local talent to sing.

Don't put your mantle on me.
I'm not your mother, your mine you see?

More and more you give up your role,
and try to force a reversal, no!

There is nothing wrong with you dr.s say,

Gray haired, blue haired or no hair at all,
Women rule 4 to one, at the Wednesday Bingo hall.

Elephants, troll dolls, dabbers galore,
arrive two hours early, to get a table by the door.

Breakfast time, watch the news.
Pictures before my eyes, abused.

A baby thrown across the room,
by a 16 year old boy, here comes gloom.

A woman kidnapped another's cat.

The thousand little things you do every day.

The way you smile when I suggest we play.

Coffee at my bedside in the morning so sweet.

A blanket over my always cold feet.

What were they thinking? Was my first thought when I heard.

Young girls made a pact to get pregnant, conformity is absurd.

No thought to the life inside that they carry.

Had the day off from my business, so free.
Manicure, pedicure, new hair do for me.
Lunch with a girlfriend, a walk with the dog.
Got to sit down and write in my blog.

Birthed in warm waters of the ocean it grows, Watch it on radar, guessing where it goes.

Nothing to do, but move out of it's way.
Powerless over this hurricane's day.

Your voice is low,
Smooth, like chocolate melting in my warm mouth.

Your skin, dark brown,
Chocolate, smooth like your voice.

Your words melt,
My soul.

Bruised, feeling beaten
Down
Rejected, dejected, infected with,
Despair
Sadness grows, fills, overflows,
onto my face
Clean it off, smile don't show
your mind
Be cool, talk calm, or they

The night is my friend.
Quiet Serene

No phone, responsibilities
Just me and the cat

Nocturnal creatures of the night
Hunting for our lives in dark corners

I write mine on paper

The ground was arid, So was I.
Sun like criticism, beating down,
My heart a duplicate.
Unwatered, unnurtured...
Suddenly, A Shower!

Soft at first, gentle, a wooing lover,
Compliments

It takes out your wrinkles, bags and sags.
You'll look ten years younger you old middle aged hags.

Liposuction, Rhinoplasty, tummy tucks, more.
Boob jobs so they won't point to the floor.

I've been the "Good Girl" to long. Didn't smoke, drink, or have sex with more than one man.

I AM BORED!

Artists are poor, become a nurse. So that's what I did, played it safe....