Echoing desires

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These illicit blue walls
They speak in hushed tones
Hiding what they assume
I’ll never be able to bear

But little do they realize
I already know the truth
And the color underneath
Is unmistakably scarlet red

© 2019 Michelle Cook


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A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.

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He loved her dearly
And she loved him
But at last the two
Could never begin

For each was already
Betrothed to another
The fate of their lives
Decided by their mother

So off they both went
And married their intended
With gorgeous rings exchanged
The weddings were splendid

And yet sadness filled
Their unquenched desires
All hopes and dreams
Had permanently expired

And at the end of their lives
When their mothers were dead
The two yearning couples divorced
Marrying their darlings instead

And finally happiness
Bloomed at the very end
No longer did either of them
Have to pretend

A lifetime of love and laughter
Could have saved them all
If long-lasting traditions
Hadn’t been their downfall

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Secret seduction…

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Swept away
By a passionate kiss
One she knew
She didn’t dare resist

Taken under
Completely by surprise
A perfect love
Reflected in her eyes

Never before
Had she felt such heat
Finally a man
Who made her feel complete

Lost in the depths
Of his charming smile
She knew this flame
Was completely worthwhile

Left breathless and wanting
Their impassioned eyes meet
Who was this handsome stranger
Who’d swept her off her feet

Putting the romance novel down
She continues with her housecleaning
Everyone wants to know
Why suddenly she’s beaming

© 2018 Michelle Cook

Anchored avenues

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I thought those avenues
Were sound and secure
You had me believing
And damn I was sure

But only a fool believes
In things they can’t actually see
And now I know exactly
What you did to me

Those anchored avenues
Were apparently all for show
The truth came out
And so I let you go

People always ask me
If regrets still exist
But how can a broken heart
Even want to persist

The absence of you
Has only made me stronger
And I’ll never regret
Not wanting you any longer

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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The century of certainty

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The days slipped away
Melting into the backdrop
And the past became the past
Fading into the indistinct landscape

A purple haze silently settled
Over this strange new horizon
And yet only a chosen few noticed
The significance of the change

It was the beginning of a new age
Soon to be known as the century of certainty
And the fragrance of newness
Infused the land with vitality and rebirth

Victory was on the threshold
Just waiting for her opportunity to pounce
Gushing with foresight
Trembling with anticipation

And in oblivious disarray
And also in light of all that was occuring
The commoners of this neoteric society
Blindly marched ahead

They stumbled in the dark
Towards an unknown fate
As the world made preparations
To swallow them whole

Mother-nature flashed an approving grin
And the earth shook in eagerness
For the end was finally near
A look of pleasure crossed both their faces

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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Fantastical Beasts

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Fantastical beasts
They certainly were
Elusive oddities
Often covered in fur

Colorful creatures
In every shape and size
Sought mostly for
A worthless prize

Some were shy
And lived in dark cellars
And eventually became
Forest dwellers

Some were fierce
And lived in caves
They caused the most trouble
And almost never behaved

Some were silly
And lived by the sea
Those were the ones
Who were happy as can be

Some were curious
And lived in the cities
They thought the bright lights
Were oh so pretty

Those fantastical beasts
Were a curious lot
And it was a complete surprise
Whenever one was spot

Years have gone by now
Since any have been seen
And they say the last one
Was so awfully mean

But who could blame them
With the torture they faced
It seems they all picked up
And left in great haste

It’s hard to imagine
Such a creature could exist
If only they knew
How much they were missed

But that was then
And this is the now
If only things could change
Someway, somehow

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Originally written, October 2017