Poetry Ninja; Poetry Virgin
Poised, with camera pointing to the rooftop,
Where a desperate Soul,
Is considering options.
For the last two years my work was flawless.
My boss said nothing.
Today I made one mistake. She told me off.
Who said life was fair?
Man poetically asking for a second chance.
Language, however alluring,
Addressing only her naked physique.
Sweet woman of worth, elegance and charisma,
Was that you?
She told me that there was loneliness in promiscuity.
I acknowledged; empathised,
And bathed her heart with kindness.
She felt loved and consoled.
“No one else had done that, she said. Why?”
I cry when things go wrong;
I moan when things are ‘comfy.’
What’s wrong with me?
Man with cell phone, head down, playing his Solitaire,
Blocking the entrance on a crowded train.
Pregnant woman being ignored;
Trying to push through.
Poetry Virgin: A Sonnet
He stood bewildered. Not in pain,
And no, he was not hurting.
The sea of smiling faces, however encouraging,
Did not diminish the struggle in his choking lungs;
His trembling fingers, as he held the pages of his poem.
He was about to recite for his virgin debut,
And the slow walk to get where he now stood,
Was very… very long indeed!
Still, the loud applause as could only be done,
By the seasoned pros at this Café,
Was refreshing, and inspired him immensely.
Somewhere between memory and reverie,
He finished to ovation and returned to his seat,
Drenched in the sweat of his own anxiety, but now relieved.
Are you a poetry virgin?
© 2015 manatita44