The new type of puppets

featured in the poetry forum March 31, 2022  :: 0 comments

Let’s live in someone else’s skin
Let’s deal with other problems
Different level of stress, maybe
Maybe a more relaxed person
Who freed herself from the anxiety claws

Let’s pretend we are kind and compassionate
And the other person’s dreams make sense to us too
For two thousand years, you didn’t grasp the meaning to
Love thy neighbour as you love thyself
The recipe to happiness
You are resilient in your stubbornness
Keep ignoring the other person
Keep spiraling in your hatred
Keep destroying your surroundings

Of course, you trim your front lawn
You wash your car
Your nails are nicely buffed
Behind the posh appearances
A rotten apple lays though
Your bathroom cabinet is witness
All that glimmer, all those plastic smiles are medically induced

So you don’t really respect the temple, your temple
So no chance to respect anyone else
My words here are spilled into the wind
We don’t need robots then
Just well adjust chemical puppets
Following a dream they were told they need to follow

editors note:

Love thy doctor as prescribed. – mh clay

No, no longer a god

featured in the poetry forum January 21, 2022  :: 0 comments

I am a cloud, he said
Lavishly spreading his glee on my windows
No, you are not
I frown and mumble in my chin
You, sir, are a figment of my imagination
Be true to yourself, dear
Your jealousy might change my mood
From fluffy, feathery white I might turn to dark stormy, lightning spitting in a blink of an eye
If I say I am a cloud, then, goddammit
I am
I have all the features
The grace, the plump form, the easiness to glide on the open blue sky
I can smile as easily as I can thunder my curses through my lashes
I definitely spy on you every chance I get
No, no longer I am a god
From now on
you all will treat me as a passing cloud
A midsummer innocent cloud
A light prayer to a merciful sky

editors note:

If they say so, we might know so, if only we see them their way. – mh clay

Demons drink too

featured in the poetry forum July 21, 2021  :: 0 comments

She sits there on that high chair
Legs elegantly crossed
Her high heels, arrows of pleasure
Pointing straight to hell
She sips slowly, fixing me to the ground with her stare
Dark, hollow, blasting stare
In her glass, the liquid changes colours
Another sip and I slip under her spell
I gladly surrender to that horrendous heat
I become an empty shell to be filled
with whatever the demon craves
The glass is full again
and on repeat, I pay my sin

Her drink is green now
But I can tell that red becomes her
She starts her journey towards me
The glass gets foggy and then it blasts to shards
Her steps are light but that tormenting heat precedes her
Even my shoelaces melt
She walks, she flies, she passes through me
On my lips, scattered ashes rest
A remainder of hell’s aroma

editors note:

Just a simple sip from Jekyll to Hyde. Check your demons at the door. – mh clay

The New Year’s Eve

featured in the poetry forum December 31, 2020  :: 0 comments

A very thin demarcation
Between a past version of me
And a full jar of dreams and wishful thinking
Yeah, every year I write lists with what I am about to do or to become
And right in the crisp hours of the next year
I find myself in the same armchair where all the dreams gather into a blanket of inactivity
Why should I act upon my dreams
When they make such beautiful movies in my head
Who needs Netflix when you have your own imagination
Your pockets are empty but you eat tacos on Los Angeles’ beaches
Or, you are under the covers but you watch tennis at the Wimbledon Arena, front row

My New Year’s Eve is magic
I am to review all my unfulfilled dreams
Quite binge-worthy

editors note:

Lives we binge according to the latest series, or the latest series based on the lives we binge. Sweet resolve! – mh clay

Look how I cry my beauty out

featured in the poetry forum December 6, 2020  :: 0 comments

Look how I cry my beauty out
These pink shades grown over the winter
First in my roots, then in my temples
These pink drops of colour
Elevating themselves like a blast into a flower
Like a fairy into a pirouette
stretching her magic over the streetwalkers
Rising their mood to a higher sky

I am out, I am out
Cries my beauty searching for roots
When fall is slowly fading lights
And leaves are gathering on sidewalks
Like silent tombs
Tombs for my beauty, for my silent winters
Another season of endless slumber
I will rest awhile
My beauty and I will slide across low skies
Reflecting our shapes in every snowflake

editors note:

Though ever so, she sleeps now; awaits the kiss of Spring. – mh clay

Summer will come

featured in the poetry forum September 8, 2020  :: 0 comments

The summer will come
Death will be forgotten on the white beaches
Whiter with each wave
The sand will envelop your souls
You will feel welcomed on these shores
Warmth will amplify your will of life

Apparently all is well
Under a rock, in the shades, death is laughing its ugly teeth off
So soon she’ll rule again
So soon its grin will smear the skies with gray clouds
Heavy to breathe, the chest will rest
Life will exit left
The heartbeat will be postponed

On the shores of another planet
The summer will embrace the beaches
And the waves will cuddle the sand
Not aware that the universe is cooking a new virus
Perfectly fit for them

editors note:

Meanwhile, on this planet, we hope to rise, come Fall. (We welcome Iulia to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

The dream pandemic

featured in the poetry forum July 1, 2020  :: 0 comments

Faces in the water,
My dreams
Fire caressing my heart with long flames
Love in pandemic times
Illusionary infatuation to pass the time
Voluntary contamination with daydreaming
A form of depression?
An immersion in fairy tales to survive the bleak reality?
Could be this the antidote?
Faces in the water, my dreams
Crowded with people
Empty streets in the morning
Not a single soul, just chirping birds
No line to be crossed between dream and daylight
Not sure that I need that distinction anymore
I sunk my face into the waters by now

editors note:

Sometimes, gotta take a dive, just to stay afloat. – mh clay

A view with a poplar

featured in the poetry forum June 4, 2019  :: 0 comments

The autumn colored the ruined city
The broken walls opened the view to some forsaken poplars
Barren of their leaves, tall in their sad dignity
They are scratching the high sky with their prayers

Far behind a tall building is raising her brick walls
A church promising forgiveness to this people
A church ignoring the debris and the ruin around her
Deaf to all sufferings out of its yards

We are left with the slim poplars only
and the autumn’s prayers to a ravishing blue sky

editors note:

A snapshot; shelter or sanctuary. Fence for the faithful. – mh clay