Only you

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Only you can cause such beauty
Through the things you create
And sometimes I forget to look for you
My human side likes to hesitate

How can I deny your existence though
When the day looks like today
It’s easy to see your glory
When you greet me in this way

I don’t need a book or a preacher
To prove these things to me
I find you in the small things
You’re in everything I see

All I have to do is look
And your presence is made known
The miracle of you
Is always so clearly shown

© 2018 Michelle Cook

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Blushing brilliance

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She must’ve scaled it
A thousand times
Realizing the risk
Every time she climbed

And yet she continued
To chance the danger
Of facing fears
She was no stranger

For the brilliance beyond
Was all that mattered
As her confidence waned
Her courage was gathered

And at the crest every eve
In front of that dazzling display
Her breath would give out
No words she could say

For amidst the blushing
Splendor of the eve
The grandeur of it all
Was more than any could believe

And so in her mind
It was worth risking the fall
For the worst that could happen
Would mean a forever with it all

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Blushing brilliance

The cobweb cloaked coven

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Pearl was a pistol
Janezza was a jerk
Glenda was a grumpy ol’ git
Who drove everyone berserk

Nilda was the nice one
But Irma drove her insane
And because of Henrietta’s hexes
Neither one now has a brain

Daniella was a devil
And yet she was always liked the best
But mostly only by male devils
Who liked staring at her chest

Wanda was the youngest witch
She’d bring warlocks home each day
But because of her venereal diseases
She could never get any of them to stay

Tilly was the tallest
Until Shirley shot right past
Now they’re both so old they’re shrinking
And wondering how life went by so fast

Lastly there was Lily
The prettiest witch of all
Until one day her wand exploded
Causing bits of her to be strewn across the wall

The cobweb cloaked coven has since retired
Put up their brooms and stored away their wands
And if you ever want to find them
You’ll have to go looking beyond the beyond

But be careful if you go there
For those old biddies they aren’t so sweet
And if you visit them for Halloween
You may just get a trick instead of a treat

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; The cobweb cloaked coven

Nightmarish Newts

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Clouds part
And the shadow’s curse
For each nightmare knows
What’s coming is worse

Since blackest night
May cause fears
But it’s the moon arising
That brings most fears

Hairs prick
As the howling cries begin
And the man in the moon shivers
Losing his grin

For the demon’s call
Is surefooted and true
Be careful and look out
Or the newts may catch you

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Nightmarish newts

Doubt

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My confidence in everything
Often waxes and wanes
Doubt sneaks right in
Trying to take over my brain

I tell myself I’m being silly
But then again maybe I’m not
And perhaps everything I’m doing
Is actually all for naught

And it’s during days like these
That l feel so uneasy
And the more I start to think
The more I get quite queasy

Skepticism is a word
My mind should just forget
Because it likes to stir up trouble
And leave me with regret

I know I shouldn’t let my dubiousness
Get the better of me
But sometimes it’s so hard
With a future we can’t see

Lack of faith in everything
Has always been my trouble
And because I’ll likely never change
I know I’ll always struggle

But I’m not the only one with scruples
And so I try to disregard my concerns
I just need to be patient and wait
For my confidence to return

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Autumn revelations

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Stretch out your hand
Pull me in
Feel the measure of my love
From where it begins

Set deep in the backdrop
Of a brisk autumn day
My love awaits
And it’s there to stay

Once you grasp hold
Never let go
The boughs may break
But I want you to know

That in this life
You can reach me on a breeze
Always there to comfort
And put you at ease

So don’t ever forget
This promise I give
Now take hold of my hand
And begin to live

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Sick

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Buried beneath
Your featherbed cover
Feeling so bad
You hope that you’ll smother

Everything aches
You can’t lift your head
You pray for relief
But just wish you were dead

Slinking to the bath
Nothing matters anymore
As you lay there vomiting
On that cold tile floor

You could easily perish
And you’d be thrilled
For it would end what feels
Like your head being drilled

With your eyes bugging out
You pray for mercy
But none of your friends
Offer murder as a courtesy

And you curse their names
For not offering a way out
While your body heaves
And purges another bout

And you decide if you make it
You’ll never speak to them again
Good thing for everyone
Death takes you in the end

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Inarticulate musings

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A million poems
She attempted to start
For him who was there
Deep in her heart

But words could never capture
All she wanted to say
Every heartfelt thought
Seemed to flutter away

And in the end
She despised her mind
For it just couldn’t convey
All she desperately pined

So she gave up trying
Determined to let go
Of all those hidden words
That her heart didn’t know

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Indisputable beauty

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Across the room
There you were
Nothing much
Just a big orange blur

Upon further inspection
You came into clearer focus
Suddenly blooming within my mind
Like a budding crocus

An unexpected delight
You captivated my mind
Why didn’t I notice before?
Why was I so blind?

And I’ve realized now
Just how ignorant I’ve been
For your beauty was always there
Hidden within

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Photo credit:  https://www.wikiart.org/en/vincent-van-gogh/still-life-vase-with-fifteen-sunflowers-1888-1

 

The wonder of inspiration

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It’s always fun to see
Where we glean our inspiration
Especially during those times
Of wordless frustration

Sometimes it’s a word
A picture or a quote
Or other times it’s simply
What someone else wrote

Often it’s the news
A book or a short story
Which gives us the means
To write our own allegory

There are so many things
Which speak to our souls
A writer’s mind
Is never in control

And even these words
Right here on this page
Have come from a place
I cannot gauge

So I sit and enjoy
My mind’s aimless ramble
It’s something I’ve never
Been able to unscramble

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Word Trollops

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Some people are so free
With the words they say
Seems like they enjoy
Giving everything away

And then there are others
Who aren’t so audacious
They understand the cost
Of being too flirtatious

And still there are others
Who abide halfway
We can’t always tell
What they’re meaning to say

I personally like the ones
Who are somewhere in between
It’s always fun to guess
What they really mean

© 2018 Michelle Cook

 

Brimstone Brew

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Round the cauldron
They all took turns
Blathering their opinions
Cackling their concerns

A quadrivial group
Gossiping away
Nothing but prattle
In which to say

Their brimstone elixir
Fizzled and bubbled
But after listening to their words
The concoction grew troubled

Then with a sudden eruption
And an unforeseen flash
Those four old biddies
Well they all turned to ash

And all anyone can relay
About that unspeakable day
Is that their beloved potion
Must have had some repressed emotion

A reminder to be careful what you say. 😉

© 2018 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here; Brimstone brew

Stolen heart

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Intense longing
Is what I used to feel
For what he took
Was not his to steal

He ran away
My heart in hand
Makes me wonder now
If this was always his plan

Good riddance to you
Is what I now say
I never needed
My heart anyway

For who wants or needs
The potential to be broken
Should have thrown it away
Before it became his token

© 2018 Michelle Cook