She is With You

*Special Note: I wrote this a little over a year ago, when my best friend’s mother passed away … I had forgotten to give it to her and just came across it. This is for you LK with love … *

She Is With You

photo/digital art by Wild Thing

you will find
she has not
left you

a whisper
soft … gentle
carried
in the breeze

when you need
her most
she will be
by your side

in sunlight
on grass
at night
the moon

every time
you tell
the story
of her life
she will be there

it’s her
when
shared laughter
uplifts hearts

it’s how
she lets you
know
the bond
is never broken

Wild Thing ©April, 2019

Psychophants on Parade

psychophants

impotent and weak
he poses for
the photo op

no head bowed
in reverent prayer

no words
of solace for
those who grieve

holds a Bible
he never read

the psychophants
line up
fools on parade

Wild Thing ©June 1, 2020

Dead Roses

Dead Roses

angry
tear filled eyes
wounded hearts
listen in

no words of
comfort … sympathy
no “I hear you”

only words
of weakness
scorched earth

even the roses
have died
for lack of grace

Wild Thing ©June 1, 2020

I Can’t Breathe Sir

I cant breathe

Dedicated to All the Black Men & Women Who Have Lost Their Lives to Police Brutality

as a child
he walks
out the door
mind your manners
yes mama

I can’t breathe sir

peaceful protests
nighttime fires
mothers cry
glass breaks

I can’t breathe sir

strong voices
sing out don’t
destroy … vote
take anger make it
positive

I can’t breathe sir

a weak man
hides underground
yells for more
police power
yells … to divide

I can’t breathe sir

Wild Thing ©May27, 2020
To the Floyd family …
my heart is broken …
may the goddess bring you peace
in this time of great unrest …
may she shower you with grace …
blessings to you all

Arah . . .*

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Black Moon Night – photo by Wild Thing

Today we grieve . . .
Wear black
Beat our chests . . .

Keen “ARAH!”
Let the pain out . . .

Til we rise . . .
Like the sun
Stronger . . . wiser

Knowing . . .
There is always
Light in the darkness

Wild Thing ©Nov. 9, 2016

*I wrote this poem the day after Trump was elected. In view of the over 95,000K deaths due to the corona virus, it seems more needed today than ever.

Pandemic

Pandemic

I don’t know who originally designed this rendition of Trump, but I enhanced it for the purpose of this poem. I thank whomever did the original artwork.

90,000 and counting
reapers wait
to retrieve
thousands more

the faithful gather
to spew macabre
words of hate
from their lips
emboldened by their
false prophet

small cowards
scream “hoax”
pretend soldiers
wave their
weapons of war

while the lunatic
sits on his
faux golden throne
a smirk on his
hate twisted face
and finds it good

Wild Thing ©May 17, 2020

The Bag Collector

BagCollector

she locked the door
a grim laugh

who was she keeping out?
there were few people
left in Pedesina

she lowered herself
onto the top step
and rested
light mist in the air
felt good

she bent over
put her bare feet
in the plastic
garbage bag
then pulled it up

she wanted to take
a deep breath
but feared the
coughing

she leaned back
against the door
that’s better

she pulled the bag
up over her arms
strength gone

nothing to do
but wait
for the bag collector

Wild Thing ©March 27, 2020

My Girl

Dreams

Dreams – photo by Wild Thing

everything that
radiates light
or warmth
is dependent
upon something else

no woman is an island

do not fear
the challenges
ahead of you

fire is liberation
sending out
crackling bits
that fly from home

stay to what is
balanced and true
to gain
inner freedom

seek what
shines in you
in others
and life itself

never forsake
your belief in
what is right

remember the
good that has been
and is yet to be

hold to these
ideas and you
will hold
the power
of the light and love
within you

Wild Thing ©March 10, 2019