Poetry

Sweet sounds

To my ear as the music plays on and I am in my zone.

Nothing can pop my bubble of protection as the world around me gets quite crazy.

And everyone is snapping because the mess is all around, and some can’t see what’s happening around them.

While others sit by playing on cellphones like there is no urgency around them and their not getting paid to be here.

Otherwise, why would they call it a job if all you do is what you want anyway?

But when the man sleeps, everyone loses their mind and does what they want, for authority means nothing if they can’t see you.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

The frustration

Is there as you look at those that played the victim.

But they had planned it all out, and in the end, it didn’t go their way.

Because most things in life don’t go as planned, and as you complain again, I walk away shaking my head.

I know, you know why things didn’t work out, but if you didn’t know, well, you know now.

As the night ends and the morning beginnings, the anger you keep safe inside starts to spill out.

And over time, it all fades away, but you will not forget the game they all played just for a holiday.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Like a

Game of Marco and Polo.

Sometimes I get close to figuring you out, and sometimes, I’m nowhere near finding or seeing how you truly feel.

But I get hot, then cold, and then I’m lost, but it’s the little clues you leave me that keep me chasing you every time.

I know winning you will be the most excellent price, so I work hard to stay on course, and one day soon, I know I will win you over.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes