Incendiary Bombs – Promote Yourself

Flying over the house
Some continue
And go elsewhere
Others we dive from
And they miss
But one or two
Hit
Home
No actual explosion
Just sit there
Outside my French window

Stepping out
Watching the others
Fly by
Avoiding
And glad
No care
Where they land

Looking at this one
Old
Scratched and dented
Runes of pitting
And rust

A leather belt or jerkin
Tied around the top
Coming loose
I take it carefully
But leave the rest

Instead I leave it there
Point buried
Like the iceberg

One it isn’t mine
Two it’s of another age
Three
It’s not my war

It’s still there
To one side
Of the French windows
It doesn’t  interfere
Just remains there
cheryl bhagwandin

http://www.cheryl62blog.wordpress.com

Means To The End-promote yourself

Walking on surfeits

Above ground sinful and imperfect

Fallen overboard but not sinking

Drifting out towards see

Sharks fins encircling me

What’s left to protest about?

Takes a real concerted conscious effort in these last days

when self examination small still…permeates and beckons

Counting blessings and not breaths

Losing count on all accounts due

in “stinking thinking”

on the brink

on the mends

on edge

inflicted injuries linger infected and inflamed

angry reds

defer to

healing purple

and nothing rhymes with purple

save for something made up and unreal

The many subtle deceitful hues

of pagan’s muse

Nothing equals royal purple

Nothing supercedes

Nothing circumvents

Nothing can twart

the stark unfolding impending…

“means to an end”

Anthony Gomez

“In the closet” – Promote Yourself

Listen, for this I’ve never spoken:
        when I hang on the edge of anything, the feet of
        a skeleton hammer my claws in a little deeper. 

Here’s the Sound that those bones make when they tap on my windows,
knocking like the sun on the moon, with a bump and a shove all dressed up
        in a smile. You may say they are rescuing me but
        after a good look you’ll see they wear

dull bronze crosses that dangle over a coat in which lake water drips out of
to the tune of Hallelujah, out of all the pockets’ little tears. You will think
        their wooden shoes are strong but if you look, look
        close here, you’ll see the way even they wear down to paper.

This is when the bones make
        friendly with my current residents, Those
        who are wrapped tight in downy flesh, ripe 

with shades of daisy and picnic plaid. They’ll all grab drinks together. Now
is when they come, shift into the shape of knuckles, china joints who extend
        and retract and as I climb into their palms
        without my present guests. Look, here: see the 

bones sprinkle their decay on my kitchen floor and skirt as I crawl to them. 

Frances Revel

My blog is franciann.wordpress.com and I live in the US and go to college in VT.

Thanks for reading, I love what you guys do over at Poettree. 

 

NATURE THE HEALER – Promote Yourself

I want to escape to the wilderness,
Quiet and healing,
Non judgemental,
Where alpine air fills my lungs
With the breath of solitude.
The winds shift my thoughts
To a merger whisper.
The howling moon,
Soothes the wounds of foreign lands
Aimless as I am.
I fall into a rhythm of survival,
Of working tools into a beat,
As life conjures beneath my feet.
I think of love,
And if it was ever for me,
And how far do I have to run away,
Before I’m robbed of it’s stinging taste.

As the Earth quiet,
It sings a lullaby,
Stars illuminate as it hums a symphony,
And the rhythmic swaying of tree branches,
Causes me to drift to a land of sublime,
The ground breathes a sigh,
Collecting the memories from a wounded heart,
And transporting it into the belly burned by molten core and gravitation.

Nature is a beast,
That carries us to safety,
Protecting our heads,
From boulders that slip from deep set mountains,
As we’re taken through the tempest,
Shipwrecked and thirsty,
We are comforted by a relief,
To see the beauty of the sun,
As it rises to warm our cheeks.

Robert Marshall
http://amindfulwarrior.com/2015/01/05/nature-the-healer/