Exhaling satisfaction
You have banqueted well
Your swollen belly rolls relaxed
Satiated you spit
...
The 'Garden of the Gods' is gone
Mother's death sent everything packing
To purgatory with no return address
And my whole world dropped dead
...
I observe you as you work
Kaleidoscopic parts of you
Examining and charting
Lost islands and causes
...
Zealot, I hear your heart is lost to them
Death resides in your hateful opinions
With toxic blame and killing floor speeches
Switchblade slick words that flick swift to murder
...
Poverty, inequality, oppression
Seething they swarm
In military fashion
Breathing
...
Casting off scales of you
Shedding those
Reptile thoughts of you
As your lust glides
...
I know you will wait for me
My old feline companion
Our spirits will meet
Under bluer skies
...
Have you ever been in love?
Love is always patient and kind
It is never jealous
...
Far away from a familiar reality
In some recurring nightmare
Of paralyzing inertia
My mind empties its armoires
...
Inside your skeletal garden
You carve my body humming
Divinely
Damask blade in pliable clay
...
Oh ancient youth crowned in glory
Bronzed and symbolic of victory
You were looted and lost in the Adriatic sea
And drawn from the depths of antiquity
...
Christmas is here
I am here
But my heart is not with me
Neighbors' joviality and cheer
...
In a gunshot second
A swift nurse swoops in
An authoritative swish of curtains
A rapid set of neuro observations
...
In throes of pursuit
Behind rows of talking heads
They're manoeuvring in the dark
His hands dress down her little black strap
...
Fearful of kilos
You hunt and starve
Furtively eating with eyes
Wide with hunger
...
On plush velvet cushions
I recline within reflections
Resetting my dormancy clock
To Jinn realm, I soon shall rock
...
New Zealand is my native country.I was born in Christchurch, in the South Island and now reside in the heart of Northland. I live with my husband in a serene valley with her mountain, her trees, her streams, and green fields.I am a quiet reflective person. Poetry is carved deep in my soul and keeps me breathing on a healing journey. My career, nursing has greatly influenced my pen, sharing her rich ink with my past. I often write dark poetry. However, my muse tends to write itself many times slipping in the shoes and reflecting from the eyes of other people's lives and their experiences. Therefore much of my poetry is not an accurate account or true depiction of my life.)
Tsunami
Exhaling satisfaction
You have banqueted well
Your swollen belly rolls relaxed
Satiated you spit
Carcass bones of my village
Unremorseful at my feet
Paraded on your watery shoulders
My mother's sari
Torn from her gentle body
Greets and grieves me
Profoundly wounds me
So calm...............
Your indifference now
While your adoring dead servants
Are littered in pyres
Returning ashen to the earthen cradle
SImone is a thoughtful and insightful poet. I've enjoyed reading her poetry. It always gives me pause. There's much to think about as far as the content of the writing and the writing itself. ...and I always appreciate her supportive and well-considered commentary. Lots of WOW moments here. :)
May I add my encouragement that you too may enjoy many years of lovely poetry. Read mine - Brush Strokes - Adeline
Today I submittee a poem entitled Simone Harriman's Poem, My Big Fat Hairy Feet From The Shire....[ About A Poem By Simone Harriman, Not By Me, Bri ]
On behalf of all fellow poets, Poem Hunter Family and our Mahakul family a title of honour is offered to poetess Simone Inez Harriman born on 03/05/1959 in Northland, New Zealand as, Golden Rose. From today on-wards she will be known as Golden Rose Simone Inez Harriman. This title is offered due her long term service to mankind and literary perseverance. We hope all poets and visitors will accept this.
A poetess, a level above the rest Her poems, are a pleasure to digest Her dreams, take you on a fantasy ride With eloquence and wisdom alongside
Simone Inez Harriman is a poet of great depth! Her poems have many layers of meaning that with one single reading, the meaning cannot be fully exhausted. Some of her poems demand many readings and each time we peruse them, we get a new insight! She is not a prolific writer, but it is not the number but the quality of her poems that makes her an outstanding writer! Above everything, she is a lovely soul with a humane attitude and a universal outlook on life! I wish her all the Best in life as a person and as a poet!
Dear Simone, I have just read your poem about your kitten. I am beyond words to tell you how much I enjoyed this beautiful work. There are some passages that brought me to tears. Through those words I was lifted to a new ream of beauty. Bri sent me your poem and I am much obliged. Lynn W. Petty
'In your realm tears will not fall in battle When your heart opens and hearth welcomes Peace will fly with new wings And war will be homeless'
Your friendship is like Kipling's The Thousandth Man When I am down and out, on you I depend. Friends like you will stay around tho' weather's foul Like Kipling's Thousandth Man, a true friend I found From a grateful heart came these few simple lines Your kind comments been keeping my site alive When the rain's gone and the sun again shines bright Your lovely poems I will read through the night Many thanks, Loke Kok Yee