Dark Night

We stand upon a precipice
of time
which seems to be in reverse
not moving forward.
Dictators are the new regime
eschewing allies
clasping hands
with any who add to the coffer.
No longer can we neglect
concerns
worries
rage
that reside in those with heart.
Squabble no more
we must unite
or time will fall backwards
into the dark night.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 22/18
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He’s Mine

“He’s Mine!”

“No, He’s Mine!”

Voices raised

screaming match

petulant siblings

unwilling to compromise.

Tugged

back and forth

seesawing motion

‘He’s Mine’

tried to struggle free.

Screams

turn to shrieks

single handed punches

finally calling forth

mama’s roaring voice.

“He’s Mine”

Tugged right.

“No He’s Mine”

Tugged left.

‘That’s enough!’

mama roared.

“Stop squabbling.

Over a little man!

Let him go right now!”

Sudden fright

sisters dropped

‘He’s Mine’

to the floor.

‘He’s mine’

wasted no time

fleeing the scene.

Quick glance

reassured

he would be a toy no more.

 

 

 

Summer Moon

Glances

meeting across the room

Smile

flitting across my lips

Head tilt

hair falling forward

a veil I hide behind.

You turn

your profile

bathed in golden sunlight

a shadow

burned into my retinas

eyes closed

I see you still.

A summer dalliance

of laughter

of lust

of desire

never meant to last

passed the final summer moon.

Photo by Jason Darrell on Unsplash

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Temptation

I look longingly at you

so strong

so close

the temptation of your scent

I want nothing more

than to be in your embrace.

I lick my lips

flutter my lashes

hoping that you come closer.

Every night you enter my dreams

every day I wish you could fill my needs.

Anticipation runs high

as I wait out this diet

counting the days

until I can taste the chocolate desire.

Picture via: Photo by Taylor Kiser on Unsplash

Unaware

Within a world

of peace

of allies

a dream has thus been broken.

When wild men are allowed to run

when decisions are made

using obsolete rules

great damage can be done.

With delusions of grandeur

with complete disregard

the mad man will destroy

all camaraderie

pushing the politest

the nicest

to suddenly stand straight

bearing his teeth

proving that he is not weak.

A mad man depends

on idiots and morons

those who follow blindly

to implement his vision.

A mad man mocks

the simple things

like…..

humanity

freedom

reality

truth.

I wonder

on a daily basis

does he realize he is a joke?

Picture via: Photo by Anastasiia Tarasova on Unsplash

 

When Boredom Breaks

**This is not indicative of anything that I am going through. It is what flowed from my fingers as I began to type.**

When first we met

I was blinded…..

by your sweetness

by your tenderness

by the words you spoke to me.

As time did pass

I began to feel uncertain.

Small things began to bother me….

the snide smiles

the jokes that were not jokes

your friends always near

the laughter that followed me from the room.

Finally I confronted you

I asked what game was this you played?

You hemmed and hawed

assuring me this was true love

but my misgivings grew

doubt gnawing at my heart.

Today the truth finally became clear

when she came to see me

your wife

a bitter smile on her face.

This had been an elaborate hoax

made to make me fall

for no other reason

than a bet made

on a hot summer day

when boredom slayed all.

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Fade Away

Standing

looking outward

seeing only markers

fluorescent orange flags

flutter in the wind

as the square shrinks inwards.

I stare upwards

seeing shapes within the clouds

it is better than looking around me

seeing the moiety

which is so unfair.

At one time we all shared

we all cared

but no longer is that true

as each one fights for a bigger piece of the pie

and I am left struggling alone here.

Soon the space I stand within

will be overrun

stolen away

by the cruelty of man’s desire

for having more

regardless of how it is acquired.

With so little left to conquer

with so little left to divide

I watch in silence as the plains shatter

a tear falling

scalding

and I disappear.

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