Mayflow's poetry

Belittlement

If you try to belittle me
that is free for you to do

I put it on special shelf
so the next time you look in a mirror
it'll come back to you
as a reflection of yourself.

If to be nice to me you choose
I have the same shelf
and the same mirror
One way you win (the latter)
One way you lose.

It is your shelf and your mirror to choose.

compassion
suffer
them
offer

accept
gift
returned
unwrapped

angel
cried
try
more

Fantasies over-ride and dreams enchant with lovely themes
beyond any thoughts that could be thought
the world bespeaks of right and wrong
and it seems to be that, "naw" it can't be that

So where does it all lead? Carried on by non-thoughts
with non-understandings, Moving along
carried along by the winds of the Universes' songs
Wandering on by letting loose of poor ego's wants

Maybe then there are new thoughts to be thought?

Chances are chances are and que sera sera

Lost in the middle of
the lost nights
not knowing what else to do
behold
the bold ones go forth
and shine.

That's not so bad.
Touch a naked thigh
but oh so lightly.

Touch the naked heart?
Yeah, right.
I'd like to.

Chances are so slight, no?

The Mice look to the heavens
while the Eagles search the ground
Some others dwell in the contemplations
of the loveliness they've found

Walking alone in the desert.

Have any of you gone walking in the desert?
Down long lonesome valleys?
All alone?
That is the way you should view your lives.
You want your nice
little niceties
and slippers to wear
to keep your little feeties warm
until you die.
That is a long cry from Freedom's light.

When an Eagle flies
She flies free in her flight

Love is as Love does
It knows no boundaries
It is beyond time, beyond relativities
It is beyond everything
It is the Angels flying
and the Dove's singing
and the Rainbows' bringing
but it always cheers them on

Love just does what love does

You don't believe in Unicorns?
How about the sunrise?
How about the imagination
How about the color BLUE?

I have made my case now
Unicorns are true.

[Squatchit]

Nice. I like the one with Mice.

Originally Posted by Squatchit

Nice. I like the one with Mice.

That was my only one with mice! Will have to work on that, thanks.


I knew her. I knew her when we met.
She was the wild one.
I had never met her before , yet
it was as though my heart had flown
to pastures never
seen by human eyes before

I looked at her and
my poor soul disappeared
and wondered why
and rejoiced
in the single epitaph
that it was dying.

Death, I thought
now born anew
flowers grew
where the the thorns
had taken hold
and I was trying

to make some sense
of what must seem nonsense
in the eyes of this
tired old world, deeply
lost in the mystical eyes
of this entrancing girl