Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[PoeticWitch]

Every day
Sad, bad, even horrible
Things happen in our world
If we face the truth
We know we cannot stop it
Laws and regulations
Try as we might
Won't stop life from happening
We must deal with what comes our way
I am sure everything happens for a reason
Sadly to remind us
To not take life for granted
Which I am sure many of us
Are terribly guilty of
Listen here Lawmakers
And Regulators
You cannot stop the bad guys
From getting the weapons to hurt the masses
And I won't let you stop me
From loving who I want to love
Many may need that slip of paper
But I love my partner with or without
That flimsy piece of paper
That can fly away on the wind so easily
Why don't you stop making all these rules
That only hurt
Which is your total intention
Because you feel you should be able to
Tell people what they can and cannot do
Who they can and cannot love
Live and Let Live

[PoeticWitch]

Ode to a summer cold
Such beautiful weather
And here I am
Snuggled up on my couch
With tissues and cough drops
I would rather be outside
Enjoying the warmth
Of a summer day
But no!
This summer cold is kicking my ass
With coughs, sniffles and sneezes!
Mucus and congestion are my bestfriends
The coughs only hurt my ribs
With nothing productive coming of them
Oh summer cold!
Go away already!
I want to go out and play
On this summer day

[PoeticWitch]

Summer is here
All hot and humid
The Ice Cream Truck is tooling around
Playing it's annoying little diddy

Your local pool is most likely full
Of all the screaming brats of the neighborhood
Your dream of peaceful cool floating
Is shattered before it became reality

In the middle of all this
Is a cooling heavy rain
With thunder and lightening
Sending everyone for cover

After the rains the mosquitoes come out in force
Making any outside time rather miserable
If they pesky bugs find you oh so tasty
While bug sprays are lacking at the best of times

Then you feel forced to spend these beautiful days
Inside your Air Conditioned home
Bored and cranky as life passes you by
All because of Mother Natures penchant for zombie bugs.

[PoeticWitch]

Angst bubbling up
For some unknown reason
An overwhelming urge
To snap people like twigs
To remove heads with a click
Of my teeth
Mayhaps the crappy weather
Being trapped in the house
Day after day
Mayhaps the icky summer cold
Making me more sensitive than normal
Only so much I can take
Before I become
A raging inferno of fury
This weather needs to pass
I want clear sunny days
With bluebirds singing
I am over the summer cold
It needs to plague someone else
As all viruses must do
Let the happiness and love
Into my heart
Release the Angst-ridden and Tortured Soul
May this being be at peace forever more
At least until the next Summer Storm

[PoeticWitch]

My creativity comes in bursts
There is no flow
Words come together like a puzzle piece
On a good day
Any other day it is like a 5 year old
Coloring outside the lines
I hope to endeavor
To write a fantasy novel
One of these days
When the words come to me
Will I ever find my flow?
Or will it always be the bursts that I have now?
Mayhaps I need a Muse
So fluid like the ocean
In constant motion
I wait for the day
When my Muse steps into my life
To invoke the flow of words
To come forth from my brain
To be laid bare on the page
For all to see

[PoeticWitch]

The future is coming fast
Can we keep up?
Can our love handle it?
The speed of science
Faster than the speed of a thought these days
Technology taking over everything
Love and Lust just words on a screen
The human touch a thing of the past
Soon mayhaps robots to show our love for one another
A movie told it so well Wall-E
Is this what we will become
Gliding by within inches of each other
But never touching
Only speaking through cameras and microphones
Technology is great, don't get me wrong
But it has its place and its time
And that isn't between you and me
As a crutch for our love

[PoeticWitch]

Three years have passed
Almost maybe shy a few months
But everyday passing
Your memory fades
From my minds eye
The guilt eats me alive
I think I should keep you alive
Forever more in thought
If not in body
Others tell me this is normal
Natural even
This is part of the process of grief
To not hold onto
What has already moved on
To the other realm
Give me a sign Mother dear
Is it time to let go
Of your memory
Or am I to keep you
Forever close to my heart
With a faded image in mind