toast and traffic jam
in the sweaty heat of morning
I shiver
doing marvellously well
startled thoughts awakening to day
hesitate freely
like a smaller wind
beware of the
angry faux fur jacket
the terrifically-funny scarf
and the good natured idea
for thoughts change like thin words
think with fat fonts
think with originality, hope and freshness
sing charmingly, always
by mary ann blinkhorn
Ten tons of sand
On my shoulders
Drifting thru my fingers
Ten tons of sand
A heavy haul
That’s a lot of weight
Ten tons of sand
An oppressive mighty obstacle
Carved from the land
Each and every grain-like particle
A new beginning
written by Russell Ayres
a guest poet from Hamilton Hill, Australia
i should have stayed down
fingering scraps
on tilted floor
singing songs
but instead i stood up
smashed
my
cranium
on
yesterday’s
treetop
oh all the stars …
watched them fade in
break into zillions of pieces
fade out
rise again
just as i must do
by mary ann blinkhorn
state-of-the-art
state of the artist
state of the art
state of the artist
……………….
knock out a wall
go out in the sunlight
stroll along in the moonlight
there are no wall-climbing solutions
………………………………
think, breathe, speak, create, laugh
gasp for air and rejoice in it
sing your song in giant measures
tap your fingers on ordinary walls
those that form positive structure and don’t crumble
……………………………………………..
and as for those bitter parentheticals
lose them
by mary ann blinkhorn
there comes a day
when each of us must
cast away
our newly written sad love poems
penned in comfortable loafers
present them to the wind
seize the day
choose to put on
the black, shiny, stretchable dress shoes
tight, polished, pointed and priceless
by mary ann blinkhorn
my words meant something
but you chose to hear
the accompanying leaves falling
the inevitable part of autumn
that soon passes
clearing the way
for magnificent snowflakes
i walk in cold morning air
mesmerised by fresh tomorrows
showing my breath to
sun and passing vehicles
words traveling
down the same sidewalks
as those days when
my words meant something
i slip on
maroon leather gloves
with silver buckles
pull up faux fur-trimmed hood
tighten scarf
and with gratitude for their warmth
concentrate on the current story
one of smiles and tears
hope and comfort
whole heart rising
to a place where
destiny is kind, forgiving and paramount
by mary ann blinkhorn
in the presence of love
kiss is a long word
digging its heels into earth
a carry-on
to the center of each new moment
the center of all that matters
kiss is a long word
by mary ann blinkhorn
the feral moonlight
lightly touches the cat
but what of the aging feral woman
holding tightly-grasped flowers
drinking from glass branches
in late november
withered voiceless flowers
pulled loose from stones
fragmented shadows, lingering
the forecast, snow
one day her heart stops
that’s what happens
the thud
partially dispersed by echoes
transparent deep freeze
breaking news
loss, stillness
flashing lights
blankets too late
atrocity
oh, hour
by mary ann blinkhorn
i cannot expect you
to step into
somebody else’s shoes
when the pair
you are wearing
is eyeless
no eyelets, that is
no laces, no bows
no lenses
by mary ann blinkhorn
so what are you saying, Mary Gold?
that you think i run on solar power
and every night
i die a little bit more?
what planet are YOU on?
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
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