Sweet word candy speaks,
from which my heart now gains warmth,
laying on sand at sea.
I now embrace night,
a knife sings from a sweet sheath,
stabbing with a bite.
Category: Poetry
Tomorrow’s Gift by L. M. Montes
I went about my day,
then evening came to sit,
wait I did for night so say,
I’ll send your soul adrift.
Tomorrow, we’re promised naught,
just knowledge it could be,
so in limbo I am caught,
afloat with you and me.
At last the morn breaks through,
the sun reflects the dew,
all seems right,
with sun so bright,
then life quick ran askew.
Homeless by L. M. Montes
Pants, hung low,
Gray, dusty, old hair, in a frizz,
Faded drooping, sunken blue eyes,
A frown so downward cast,
Where is my home?
I do not know,
I do not care,
I am so alone.
But do I care?
I do not know,
Here in my cardboard box
I sit in drunken moan.
My tears, stain my face,
People look at me in disgrace.
Sadness, consumes me,
Surrounds me, covers me.
Slowly, I look up,
I see the riches of allies,
The food of homeless kings,
The rot of days gone by,
Dwelling close,
The stench so wry.
What do I do?
I do not know,
I do not care,
I am so alone.
But do I care?
I do not know,
Here in my card board box
My mind, it runs to go.
Growing by L. M. Montes
Winds of time—
ever flowing, ever blowing,
pushing, prodding, guiding me.
Acts of time—
ever doing, never thinking,
hurting, poking, pushing you.
Older with time—
ever learning, always regretting,
praying, meditating, apologizing to you.
Ghostly Mist by L. M. Montes
Ghostly mists arise and hover,
above the valley floor it covers,
mountain walls surround and hide,
the evil secrets that reside.
When happiness pushes through and in,
a bloody horror stabs and wins,
What is this mess that is so wrong?
A sickening stench so sick and strong.
But love so great, the only answer,
Can overwhelm this evil cancer,
Shining down from God most High,
Is peace and love, then horror dies.
by L. M. Montes
Hidden by L. M. Montes
The ride it lulls,
the pavement hums,
outside is beauteous and sweet,
but then life shows its hidden pockets
of sin and scarring so sheik.
It needs to go,
hands move to save,
it clears and vanishes to dust,
only to return and settle anew
to sit and sink in rot.
Hidden once more in beauty,
through flowers scented veils,
the stench of growing darkness,
perfumes sweet stenches now.
by L. M. Montes
Dream by L. M. Montes
Day is but a light with life to live,
rejoice and stroll in Earth’s green meadowed parks,
embed in you the yearning of your soul,
a thread to reach and sew life’s gifted oats,
meant to thrust on others life’s warmth and glow.
L. M. Montes
Winds of Life by L. M. Montes
An ember born of fire,
floats upwards to the sky,
when breezes wane and lessen,
to the earth it lands and dies.
Golden Tree by L. M. Montes
A golden tree looks down at me,
with radiant red delicious eyes.
It grows with love and life anew,
yet no one goes there,
I wonder, don’t you?
This golden tree is set in green,
where gardens are a paradise.
It shares a strength and sings to you,
yet no one goes there,
I wonder, don’t you?
One day a sword of flame appeared,
to guard the tree from man.
For they were told to stay away,
yet now they seek it,
I wonder why, don’t you?
by L. M. Montes
Summer’s Love by L. M. Montes
With lilt a breeze gives me a jilt,
and on my cheek it plants,
scents of lavender caress,
floating aloft a flowerbed.
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