Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Bee Battles
Our family’s tree- is full of circling bees Keeping things in order, trying to protect the queen Swirling and swarming -dancing all around Spinning like cyclones on a wave, floating Parallel to the ground Constantly bumping their elbows and their knees With such calamity and commotion - it’s easy enough to believe That somethings may get missed and forgotten But they never fail to find a beat And dance until the whole trees rocking On their tiny little feet 🐝 Further down the way, not inconsequentially Is another tree of bees, and they all often - disagree About which hive is the greatest And has the best honey consistency So, they duke it out in buzz offs - rated in persistency The winner, wins the battle and title: bumblebee Becoming master of the neighborhood - and keeper of the trees
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Midnight Marlboro
Marlboro’s midnight magic, meandering mist, escapes my lips Cherry lipstick stains the rim of my chilled, whiskey sour twist Faded, tear stained letters lay on the floor, torn up as I am I should be getting better, but I just don’t give a damn The years have marked my skin - Like a leopard, wears it’s spots A car veering off a cliff, without the means to stop I’m waiting for the bad news, aka, the other shoe to drop I’ve traded in my happiness at an IOU pawnshop But, I’ll fake it till I make it - Because, mind over matter counts I’ll keep on keeping on, before my time has all run out
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Life…
I don’t know what the hell it is that you want from me This thing - we are living is consuming my peace Having intense - internal conflicts, and life altering dreams About my dead mother living, giving advice to me *** The dream only gets worse - for effects, maybe better I’m serving dinner to your crazy, manipulating, ex lover The one you divorced me for, when she learned she was pregnant Because faithfulness and loyalty are considered malignant *** I know it’s just a dream, we have only met once I met her as she stopped by one day- to pick up your son The one that I help raise, and he’s calling me mom While she still sends naked pictures to your phone Do you think I am dumb? *** 22 years younger than me, but I’m supposed to be past it That alone destroyed my confidence and made me feel like shit Left to figure it out, all alone like an outcast But I am finally getting better, beginning to move past it *** So, I guess I should thank you for showing me what I’m made of I may be getting older, but my heart is full of love For this boy in my life- I would never have met If I had remained your wife and we were still playing pretend
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
