Fools have enchanted me for years even if their names escape me

Posted in 2005, Beware the Stormy Poet, Devious Green Eyes, Fallen Angel, Fortress Of Stone, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2012 by Bonniestormcloud

:: Fools Regret ::

I laugh at you the fool

You could have had it all

The princess in the tower

For you would gladly fall

Alas, you have missed your chance

She courts the prince of night

Her heart could have been yours forever

While she was living in the light

She has turned back to the darkness

while you dream at what could have been

She sleeps with Death her lover

Once again Darkness wins.

04-10-2005

Bonnie Jean Higgins\

The Fallen angel smiled brightly and laughed when she wrote this. I don’t even recall the fool it was about

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Feathered Mask

Posted in 2003, Fortress Of Stone, Interferon Days, Masks and Illusions, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2012 by Bonniestormcloud

:: Feathered Mask ::

she is but a dream to his loving heart

Her reality hiding in the dark

Her illusions she spreads like a feathered mask

To cover her soul so none can pass

Pictures she sells you

When you ask of her life

A painting to show you

That everything is alright

Rainbows she creates

When you ask of her heart

Smoky visions from her romantic art

Rainbows, visions, illusions and masks

Smoke and mirrors at every pass

She is but a dream to his loving heart

Her love is hiding in the dark

Her illusions spread a feathered mask

To cover her soul so none can pass

03-15-2003

Bonnie Jean Higgins

 

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Let the Masquerade Begin

Posted in 2003, Fortress Of Stone, Interferon Days, Masks and Illusions, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 4, 2012 by Bonniestormcloud

:: Colorful Illusions::

A kaleidoscope of pictures

Colorful swirls of memories

On a background of indigo

Paintings of delusions

Hiding in illusions

A pretty story to make into my history

Translucent shards of glass

The pieces of my past

Swept in a corner of my room

A key upon my neck

Where all my secrets are kept

It will only open one door

I will show you my illusions

We will live in my delusions

A pretty painting of how it is supposed to be.

02-18-2003

Bonnie Jean Higgins

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Some things Never change

Posted in 2012, Good Times Good Friends, Humor in the Dreamscape, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on March 4, 2012 by Bonniestormcloud

:: And the Table Shall Walk::

i always do this

Pick the wrong table

the one that tilts and rocks

It is an adventure going to the mall

The food court scares the bejesus out of me

Too many people

Food with “special” ingredients

Probably for out back

No doubt it will kill you

Eat at your own risk

The mall was much cooler

When I was a teen

You could smoke

dodge rent-a-cops

But alas,

Even then

I got the table that tried to walk.

~February 27, 2012~

Bonnie Jean Higgins

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Mirror Muse

Posted in 2003, Interferon Days, Masks and Illusions, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2012 by Bonniestormcloud

::Mirror Muse::

I am nothing but a mirror

Of your hopes and dreams

A silver backed window

To the door of your mind

I can change to become

Your object of desire

A chameleon of colors

Of emotional hues

I can pluck a string

And become your muse

And happy you are with your mirror of hope

Not knowing what lies

Behind the glass you behold

02-22-2003

Bonnie Jean Higgins

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I am not a Mallrat

Posted in 2012, Good Times Good Friends, Humor in the Dreamscape, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 1, 2012 by Bonniestormcloud

:: Stormcloud Smiles::

Blue sky

Warm sun

Cool air

Emotions calm

Perfect days

So few and fleeting

Used to darkness

Nightmares and screaming

Mother Earth

Father Sky

Have turned this Stormcloud

Into dazzling Sunshine

02-27-2012

Bonnie Jean Higgins

I don’t always get inspired at the mall food court. Strange days we live in.

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Sometimes there is a lack of motivation

Posted in 2012, Double-Sided Disorder, Enter the Abyss, Poetry with tags , , , , on February 25, 2012 by Bonniestormcloud

::Blank::

Looking at sea shells

On my jewelry box

Trying to sort out my mind

But, alas

Focus is not found

Random half  evolved thoughts

Out of reach

Stuck here

Unable to decide whether to move

So I sit and stare

At the sea shells

On my jewelry box

Smelling sweet grass incense

B.J.H.

02-2402012

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