Tuesday, June 30, 2009

FANTASY

Silky, soft and wet all over.....
Black and masculine……

Standing behind you,
My hands on your chest,
Slowly,
I move to your back.

I come round,
Slide my hands up your chest,
Put them round your neck.
Stand on tip toes and kiss your lips softly.....

I un button your shirt,
As the kiss gets deeper,
And slide off.

As my hands caress your sides,
Giving you that tingly feeling,
From head to toe....


I unbuckle your belt,
Kiss your torso slowly, softly...
You reach out and take my hand,
Lead me as we kiss into the night.......

A Poem by Thelma Migue

Saturday, June 27, 2009

TORMENTED SOUL

My hands are bound,
Shackles hold me down,
My world is crumbling,
Before my eyes.

Is it spiritual?
Is it physical?
Is it mental?
I am loosing touch.

I want to lie down,
Close my eyes
Drift away,
And never wake up.

The hopelessness,
The emptiness,
The agony.

As i levitate,
To a better place,
A peaceful place.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

LABOUR

In the middle of the night,
You toss and turn,
The discomfort wakes you,
No position is comfortable.

You reach out,
For something to hold,
For a split second,
Your mind is blank.

Without warning,
The pain is back,
Like a hurricane,
You are shaken to the core.

Breath,
Breath Baby gal,
Keep it together,
Till we get there.

Your back is breaking,
Your body is shutting down,
Your mind screams for oxygen
Slowly you slip into oblivion.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

SCARS OF LOVE

We love,
We hate,
Sometimes our love,
Turns to hate.

You love instantly,
You learn to love,
Your love turns sour,
Other times it grows over time.

You love someone,
Who doesn't love you back,
Sometimes you love in secret,
You love someone
Who loves you back.

If someone doesn't love you back,
Move on and let go.
There will always be that person
Who will love u back.

Don't harden your heart,
Let it heal,
And love again.

I guess you got your wish.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

Friday, June 26, 2009

DAMAGED

She feels her body float,
Away from her heart,
The separation,
More painful than a stab.

Resuscitation will not revive it,
Electric shock will not start it,
Slowly the life,
Slips away.

So many scars,
It had to endure,
All this,
Brought it to it's knees.

The last day,
It's last breath,
Never,
Will it live again.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

MY DREAM

Time is my ally,
Revenge my enemy,
No time to waste.

It came to an end,
Violet and short,
Abrupt to be precise.

It almost ended,
I have a dream,
My daughters and mine.

Never meant to be,
I am moving on,
Need to find my niche,
Living and writing.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

TEARS AND PAIN

In the midst of darkness,
There is light.
When it gets cold,
The warmth is ready to embrace you.

When you are tired and weary,
Lay your head and rest.
When the tears stream down your face,
Don't hold back just cry your heart out.
When your heart is broken,
Pick up the pieces n put it back together.

Don't hide your pain,
Embrace it ,
As each day passes it
Slowly it fades away.
Don't hold back reach out,
To someone you love.

When all is gone and lost
There seems like there is no tomorrow,
Reach out and pray,
Jesus Christ is already there,
Holding you,
Embracing you,
Comforting you.
At this hour,
At this time,
Take comfort in his love
Trust Him to lead the way...........

A Poem by Thelma Migue.

***Dedicated to my family after the passing of my grandfather.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

LOVE THORNS

He was the love of her life,
She thought of him every hour of every day,
Her heart was his door mat
Her soul was his slave.

His sweet nothings were her everything,
His promises were her future,
When she gazed into his eyes she saw her life,
Her life was their life,
His life was his life.

Everything she did was for his pleasure,
Her body was his play field,
His love was her ocean.
He was her world
She was his whore.

What should have been absolute bliss
Became her nightmare.
With every punch her love died,
With every kick her future faded,
Her love became her prison.

Slowly she watches her life slip away,
The person she was
Was nothing compared,
To the shell she became.

A brave smile did she put for the world,
But inside the rose garden was dead,
Her bed of roses,
Was her bed of thorns.

A Poem by Thelma Migue.