'neath the mulberry tree

RIP Felony the Feline Felon

Always faithful by my side
For you my friend today I cried

I’ve buried you ‘neath the mulberry tree
The changing leaves for you to see

I quietly watched you slip away
From my heart you’ll never stray

I’ve buried you ’neath the mulberry tree
The summer flowers for you to see

Struggling to prolong your death
You gave love ’til dying breath

I’ve buried you ’neath the mulberry tree
Our changing lives for you to see


Today my friend I’ve said goodbye
But carry your spirit ‘til I die

I’ve buried you ‘neath the mulberry tree
Ever intertwined in our lives you’ll be

My Muse

Muse and art an inspiration
Yet to His work dedication
Failing eyes to see His glory
Rendering me to tell His story
In His love I can’t regret
Endless quest to ease our debt
Never fail to raise my spirit
Destiny, I can not fear it

Muse reflects an amazing gift
Yet through my thoughts I must sift
Mental notes flit through my mind
Until of consciousness I’m blind
Silent tears to right our wrongs
Endless prose will fill our songs

Muse in many different type
Yet in vision always ripe
Proof of His ever-lasting love
Owe my work to Him above
Writing in His glorious name
Every verse is not the same
Reveling in this wondrous game

Finding Inspiration

To be creative I must waste my time
Clear my head and be sublime
Find my muse and set it free
Let the words come in to me
Venture mourning and venture death
Give every word it’s living breath

We

We

You were
Once mine
Always mine
Never mine again

I was
Always me
Eternally me
Not enough to be

You are
Gone away
Far away
Never going to stay

I am
Set free
Flying free
Open eyes to see

Daydreaming

I’m going to daydream today
Let my mind wander and play
Of castles and moats
Of pirates and boats
And frolics through the hay

Real knights on white horses
Follow steady true courses
As dragons they slay
To save the dame’s day
And protect her from evil forces

Sestina Challenge** (Turn of Twisted Luck)

A pretty maid to comb her hair
She sat patiently upon the chair
Not a strand had ever been cut
But this day was to test her luck
Tangled mass waiting for golden shear
Her heart beats fast as scissors near

As scissors hover oh so near
She muses on her golden hair
Which has never touched a shear
Or graced the back of this ugly chair
Pondering on her ill fate luck
And how it was she came to cut

Dreading such a drastic cut
As time closed in fast and near
A different fate was not her luck
Took a knot to sacrifice her hair
To keep her prisoner in this chair
Certain sorrow from golden shear

Cursing the wicked golden shear
She vowed her locks would not be cut
A startled jump to tip her chair
As scissored maiden leaned in near
With all intention to whack the hair
A narrow miss was all her luck

Knot intact was all her luck
She sent sailing the golden shear
That had sight on her lovely hair
But on her cheek she bore a cut
From sharpened blades as they flew near
Caused by leap from cursed chair

On its side the fallen chair
From her turn of twisted luck
Today the clippers won't come near
The knot escapes the mighty shear
Souvenired by jagged cut
In saving the coveted hair

In saving her hair jumped from the chair
Suffered cut from her bad luck
Dodging the shear as it drew near



** After reading sestinas on both Kat and Jay's blogs, I decided to take on the challenge and write my own. While I really appreciate the hard work that goes into writing in this form, I do not particularly enjoy writing them myself. Please be sure to check out the above mentioned blogs for some great writing in a difficult form!

Don't You**

Don't you know how little I trust
how every relationship bit the dust
Don't you know how I feel safe
in your arms I've learned faith

Don't you see how you're setting me free
opening my heart and mind to be
Don't you see what you've undone
my bitterness and urge to run

Don't you feel my melting heart
my gratefulness for our slow start
Don't you feel how I want you close
like addiction I crave your dose

Don't you guess I could fall in love
with your guidance and little shove
Don't you guess I think your a prince
my failures give you little wince

Don't you quit sweeping me from my feet
or trying to cause my heart to beat
Don't you quit your tender style
making love seem worth while

Don't you agree we have something there
hidden beneath you know I care
Don't you agree you can coax me free
joy and love my heart to see


** This poem came about from a challenge over at Jay's Poetry Blog. Thanks for the inspiration Jay! Please keep posting more challenges!