A Rapid Rhyme
Who would take the bait?
It’d be an added fate to
the mix, we nix the tools we
often use, afraid to partner up with
fools who choose to disguise themselves
& place their wealth on the shelves of
life. That’s right.
Kick back, take it all in
my friend–it’s only the beginning.
Originally posted to Twitter as an experiment.
Grim is the tide for the
willing woman who rides
the waves of life,
subdues her strife, &
calms the raging seas.
She pleases refined minds
and massages willing culprits
reduced to kneeling knees.
Bold & black & beautiful
but not to be seduced,
sweet as honey from the bees.
Originally posted via Twitter as an experiment in rapid rhyme.
A Rapid Rhyme Audio Poem
A breath. A sigh.
A brokenhearted woman
who can’t seem to catch the eyes
of her lover from another,
spent too many nights in blunder.
Had to give her cheating husband
the divorce he wanted just to quell
the thunder in their home,
there lies dysfunction,
so the street, he roams.
Originally published via Twitter as an experiment.
*Thanks to Peter at Peter’s pondering for doing his rapid rhyme posts. I’ve been inspired to do a few more.
the magic she feels
in a warm bath after
a long day
the moon hanging low & near her windowpane
let me become the wish
she wishes when she’s granted
three.
let me.
A response to the #vsspoem Twitter prompt. The word: “become.”
he hovered over
her shoulders, kneading
the knots from left to right.
she’d been tense for several
weeks worrying about the
impending divorce and
placement of their children.
what happens to a family
when both parents
cheat on each other?
who broke whose heart?
what do you say to
everyone waiting for
the truth when all they’ve
heard are lies?
she breathed a hard batch
of air from her mouth
out to the ether.
the petrissage is always
the best part of her
massage therapy.
she’s in constant need
of getting the
kinks out of
her life.
The Twitter #vss365 prompt word for today is “petrissage” (a massage technique that involves kneading the body.)
NaPoWriMo #30
I wake up to the sound
of heavy rain landing
in puddles on the ground
the dog snores then exhales
I push myself up
from the comfort of a bed
that loves me more than
this weather ever could
10 hours ahead of me
screening and registering
patients, and the beat
goes on . . .
A Cornered Gurl 
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