Poet Showcase; Pam Osbey
Grimm Reality
I hurt, begged and bled
To death
On the floor
With no fanfare
Momma knew he was touching my
Fragile skin
And she saw how his eyes hugged
My little frame
I don't wanna put the blame
But it's a dam shame
That I hurt, begged and bled
To death
On a floor
In a room
In a place I once called home
Wonder what would have become of me
If had not he
Torn apart my youthful figure
With evil touching
And manipulation of my once innocent soul
Oh here I go again
Crying out to the lord
Why me? Why now? Why die?
On the floor in a place I once called home
I bled and died
Bruised soul
Oozing youth
Cursing momma
And asking God for his hand
for baby Unique T.
© 2001 by Pam Osbey
Poetic Soul
Bound by imagination
she creates the rhythm of life
pulsations inside the mind are free to fly
and lyrical muses come
forth like little flowers
that bloom in springtime
bound by creativity
she delves deep into her
simple existence
sensations of life, love, pain,
embarrassment, jealousy,
loneliness, spirituality, sweet
and deep and lovely moments are released
like rain babies
it is this poetic soul
that moves and groove
that opens so nakedly
and dances in the wind
releasing and revealing
deep moments of life
experienced by her
or by others
it is THIS poetic soul
that loves people
and loves life
and that delights in the poetic moments
that are experienced
in this thang we call life
© 2001 by Pam Osbey
Unspoken
we don't need words
you love me with your eyez
the feeling in my heart
will neva die
we don't need words
because you make melodies move in my soul
for some reason I cannot let go
of your love
unspoken
whisper to me
your dying melodies
your dreams unfilled
your love makes sense
somehow
after the rain came a rainbow
and it was the afterglow of our love
unspoken
whispers tango with you
and I
as we make love
with our eyez
the filling in my heart
will neva die
my love for you is unspoken
© 2001 by Pam Osbey
