watch her pick up the pieces, that lay like sticks.
upon a forest floor
fervently attempting to salvage what is left can and then move on

oh she is such a dreamer following some apparition
of her so called life

bequeathing to no man bitter tears spilled
and overflowing
upon the darkest night

please, do not seek the questions
not asked or understood
nor will meaningless answers be offered

Stars, what are they but daggers of light
piercing and slashing at their eyes
revealing the battlefield of wills

it is i who carries the keys
turn the locks of the caged
oh, but i think me to be mad
to live a life so staged;
it is i who prepares the food
feeds the creatures big and small
oh, but i think me to be mad
lost in the routine of it all;

it is they who peer through bars
they- who must be fed
they- who pace thoughtlessly
they- who know of no other means;
oh, but it is i who is alone
i- who sees the cage
i- for which their hunger thirsts
i- never a thought in my mind

too much goes above my silly head

oh my dear why are you so silly

coz I understand fuck all of what here goes on

ah I see the nuances of dramatic and dramatic take it as a
a verb or adjective as snowman says it

yeah yeah you got it

you said you were silly

yes but did you mean I said it

of course not Mr silly twas for here

who are willy nilly?

hahahaa who is silly

not you, you are willy nilly

well now shut up all will come to know who is

what my dear

silly!

Will this do Mr,

A Storyteller Is Born Dramatic Verse Workshop

I watched in wonderment
as she talks about writing dramatic poetry
she sits here on her iPad lost in another world.
I called her name
to break the spell she seems to be under.
soliloquy a new word for me
and apparently for her too.

She rambles on a lot
causing me to tune her out
her enthusiasm for this subject
has caught my attention.

I reckon that you've heard of me
because I get around a lot
and seen things that you'll seldom see
while traveling from spot to spot.

I meet new people every day
and come across them everywhere,
sometimes at work, sometimes at play.
They never see me till I'm there.

I acquaint myself with every one
but seldom do they call me friend.
Nobody thinks that I'm much fun,
I'll be a loner till my end.

Today I'm weeping like never before,
the merit, my virtue, and some few more.
I'm weeping a bleeding, my motherhood's, tossed,
together with many in wars are lost.

I'm weeping and pillows shall never dry
for they alone can hear my nightly cry.
I'm weeping today what never before,
the merit, my virtue and some few more.

I'm weeping myself, a once decent mother,
who always wanted her kids the better,
till once the war showed its filthy game,
and changed my virtue, my middle name.

SOLILOQUY

You, yes you

You stand there
at the helm of affairs
self appointed king of poets,
nay, critiques,
nay condemner of those
who dare create,
just to over awe them
with your weight,
as at times you mask your guilt,
in disbelief....

Hark! Man step down
now there is born another one,
no clown he,

Death is but a shadow of hallucination
mental contamination
aberration of mind and body
and what you continue to call
as soul...

I smiled as the room cleared,
my birthday they wanted shared.
Yet I couldn’t stand the hypocrisy,
of a gathering with my family.

I thought thank God I am alone
There is only so much I can share
A family at my age why should I care
I was in my chair with only the phone.

Talk to me you shit, ring damn you
Shrill sounds rocked the room
Thought I was psychic at the noise.
It was one of the departed boys.

I came into this world unwinged,
my mother mortal (wretched thing).
My sire roamed the Heavens wide.
When I was born the Angel cried.

My dam had passed when I was born
hence, father offered naught but scorn.
No love he felt for human kind
save mother who left him behind.

The Angels know not where men go
when life is done- not high or low.
Most men feel sure they join the Host
of Seraph, Cherub, Holy Ghost.

I spit on the nerve of scums
who dare to dictate my life
when their hearts are lacking,
the strong will to strive.

Do they think I dance in the ring for fun
when I'm carving a future for my son?

I wish their prattle will cease
before they unleash the beast
and find my fist kissing their cheeks,
turning them into bleeding freaks.
,
I don't throw away a chance for victory.
I don't kiss anyone's ass.
I earned my dollars and pennies
I've shed my sweat
to be the best!