Just Words


She walked by me, I stared
Fell into a trance, I swear
Stopped dead, turned, I said…

Excuse me but do you have the time?
Yes, she said
To which I replied, great!
Lets go buy you a dress to wear and
talk about life before it ends.
It’s too short to let it slip by…

Sunny are the days that come
When life presents gifts of love
Man, woman, child and beast of every kind
Flesh and soul, colours that blow the mind
Voices like songs, sounds from far away lands
Harmony, peace and the courage to hold hands

I love you I do I do
Spinning head, a rush that threw
This earth of green and blue
It turns for me, because of you

Ax

High As A Kite


I once flew a kite that was gifted to me
The first of nothing else, ever did I see
I know not how it came to be that he gave me
A fathers gift or a barters deal, I do see
Not for reason, that it may be, that means nothing to me
I set that kite myself alone, step by step I tried to see
The image, that my gift would fly, high as a kite, in me
I watched that kite dip and dive, I yelled, dad look and see
As if wings sprouted from my back, carrying me
I floated high to the sky, surely he must see
A child wanting for nothing, but does he love me?

Ax

A Prophet Of Sorts


It’s a part of the scene in this social media
To represent our own social encyclopedia
Remember those books, stacked in a line
Collecting dust instead of feeding the mind
Evolved through time, we now float in a cloud
Wifi connected, a world, visual and sound
The arts from A to Z
Swooned by Adele and Jay-Z
TED talks and documentaries
Glued to fucking, reality TV!
The news once was about the truth
Now it’s all an opinion, long in the tooth
Driving insane, mentally drained
Politicians, rattling chains
Binding the masses with lies and shame
Who would be the one, to save the game
A prophet of sorts to raise up a movement
Like Emma Gonzalez, for all the dead students

Ax

A Grandfathers Heart


He can’t wait to see your nose
He can’t wait to count your toes…

Butterfly kisses waiting for you
The same given to another
Her mother
A fathers rose

A smell so new
Only heaven can brew
Sweet angels breath blew
Open your eyes, are they brown or blue?

Sleep in his arms
Feel the beat of his heart
Let it sync with hers
A connection would start

She’s still just a bump…
He can’t wait to feel your fingers round his thumb

Ax

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Dedicated to Simone. A colleague of mine who will be a grandfather soon for the first time. He tells me about their journey and how excited he is. I don’t have family but in a way. I do. (avec amour Simone à toi et à la famille

True Love


In the light of a pale moon glow
Drifting thoughts, saddening flow
A lonely soul trapped in a boat
Making wishes for dreams to float
Rising high above the midnight sky
Prays to the sea, clouds begin to cry
With each drop touching down
His sorrow matched by a frown
A life in search of, not just any
But for the one, to take away misery
Somewhere over that rainbow
He’ll find her, perhaps tomorrow
Fate does have a way, it’s called destiny
When two would be found, joined in unity
She, filled by his love and devotion
He, taken by her heart of passion
The ocean swells, reflects and sparkles
The moon and stars, brightly marvel
At a first kiss
In eternal bliss
The warm night air would fill the space
Held in loves tender embrace
Shedding rags of silk
Tongues licking honey-milk
Flesh heated by touch
The essence of such
With each rush that craves
Kissed by the rolling waves
Their love echoes like beacons
Signals sent across the oceans
Reaching lonesome souls
That love would make whole
True love does not have a happy ending
True love, has no ending

Ax

Inside Of Me


I stand before you, tired and meek, frail and withered weak
Having felt the stinging burn of fire, melt my skin, thick in mire
The pain endured to great to resist, the glide, as a razor rounds wrists
Cutting in, not too deep, tingles as flesh yawns to sleep
The flow is slow, light fades to a glow
Where peace finally felt is real, on my knees, for me, I kneel
The strength I have left, saved so I may express
To you, me, I see, my face in the mirror, showing scars left by horror
My true spirit lives inside of me, my garden, my heavens glory
Not among the blessed martyrs, nor those taken as innocent youngsters
Here I am with passion I alone can muster, announce my freedom to live in my own lustre
The only god I know to be, whose light is inside of me

Ax

Through Time And Space, We Exist ~ (4 ~ collaboration)


We always try to count our blessings
Take a stroll on the sunny side of the street
Meet, greet, smiles shuffling to a beat
Stop by a cart, pickup some street-meat
Sauerkraut and onions zipped with ketchup
Lounging in a bun, toasted by the sun
Break it apart, give half to a bum
It isn’t much, it might be all one can sum up
Through time and space, we exist
We do, we surely fucking do

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste
Why waste
Why waste

Children ignored for a phone’s digital charm
Desperate for play, to interact with someone
Perhaps dig in sand, fly a kite over sea
Or play a marathon game of Monopoly
Face-to-face with a smile, they gently ask
It takes nothing to set down our screens
Yet, when we say let’s play…it means everything
Through time and space, we exist
Nurturing these youth of ours
Will change Earth’s energy

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste
Why waste

People hurting in all walks of life
It takes nothing at all to be kind
A smile, a hug, even virtually
Can make such a difference to see
We can’t all reach for money
But we can all find other ways to be
The bright spot in someone’s sorrow
The way to their happy tomorrow
Through time and space, we exist
To connect is something that we all wish

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste our hearts in solitary
Why waste

It’s better to give than to take, or so they say
Those who haven’t really had hard times
Wandering and wondering where to stay
Spoiled rotten they look away to their screens
Tuck their children in bed after being fed
Airing it on social media for it to be read
“Look at me,” and all that I’ve done for society
When the reality is it’s only for notoriety
Through time and space, we exist
Together yet separately, this can’t persist

Why waste energy on misery
Why waste life on technology
Why waste our hearts in solitary
Why waste our very existence

Written by PoetGirlEm ~ VictoryInTrouble ~ Wetbliss ~ AntönyRös


I’m fucking high right now. Both spiritually and physically.
Physically cuz, I just smoked a fatty 😋💨
Spiritually, because of the experience of sharing with another soul.
In this case, three beautiful souls.

(stanza 2) Miss Emily from, PoetGirlEmyou know her. She writes beautifully, she sings whimsically, she plays that thingy that she has to squeezy And, she is the inventor of the IBoard Desk. I kid you not. Check out her site. You’ll see it. And when there, surf through and you know, feel the jam. Shes cool, super cool. I promise you.

(stanza 3) Miss Vic from, VictoryInTroubleyes, her table is set and it’s covered end to end. A mix, a buffet of so many stunning words that you will surely find many that will stir the heart fancy. Go, go now and see….you’ll see the brilliance of her poetry and feel each line creep into your body, shake, rattle and roll

(stanza 4) Miss Wetbliss, from Wetbliss my bucketlist partner. Remember now, I’m high.
Sultry, steamy, sensually stimulating, she sins with her words. Beware, reading this sirens poetry will cause temporary blindness that erupts with colours of sex that only dreams can make up but leaves a wish for it to be real. Go visit! Now!

Ladies, thank you 🙏➰❤️