Cotton Candy and Blueberry Dreams

You can only drown it for so long

It comes back in waves

Tidal waves

Tsunamis of the past

Emotions that were banished

It comes to you in pain

The hitch of your breath

The heartbeat that hurts

The wet eyes that burn

It comes in waves

Crushing

Pounding

Drowning

Dying at the ocean

It comes to you in waves

What could have been

What should have been

What dreams were made of

Yet alone you are

With Vodka as your savior

BjH

1-09-2019

Random thoughts of lost Poets.

And maybe a bit too much to drink.

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Pinball & Scrambled Words

My pinball machine brain
is pinging off invisible obstacles
Scoring points that are impossible
And in the chaos
The words that I NEED to write
Are scrambled
Relocating.
Every time the silver ball pings
On invisible obstacles.
How can a writer write
with pinging in the brain
and scrambled words?

B.J.H.
09-22-2013

Marisol, Chopin, & Bukowski

Chopin came first,
His piano dark, moody
The “Poet” composer,
I slept to his notes.
Bukowski came later,
His words raw and real,
Poetry from the fringe,
Bukowski is inspired
by Alcohol and Chopin,
As am I.

B.J.H.
09-10-2013

Enchanted

Brown eyes mesmerize
Green eyes flutter
Hearts skip a beat
Then pound like thunder
Head tilts forward
Hair brushes her face
Kissing ensues
At a frantic pace
Passion builds
Like an ocean wave
A sigh of release
Leads to a sleepy gaze
His arms are strong
He holds her tight
They embrace the spell
Of this enchanted night

B.J.H.
Ocean City May 2011

Friends…… the small things they do.. can last a lifetime

::My Dearest::
 
You’ve heard me laugh
You’ve felt me cry
You’ve watched as my world has crumbled
You’ve seen me dream
You’ve seen me fly
And you have been there when I stumble
Through all the years and hours and words
you have stayed a loyal friend
I know you dream of us forever
But for now we must remain only friends
I know we had a dream of two
And some where we lost our way
Even when our words were angry
Friends we have always stayed
I love you still and I will always be near
If ever you should lose your way
And maybe that dream of two
Might come back to life one day
 
©09.12.04
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved
~Written for my dear friend Paul D. Aronson and published Author ~