The Possession of La Sue Joy

It started with a burning fever,
Deep within the recesses of my soul...
What began as a flame turned to fire
Scarlet and hot like a scourging fireball.

Spreading like a cancer that cell by cell...
Destroyed every fibre of my being
Till nothing was left but a hollow shell;
This thing devoured my soul; I’m bleeding!

My throat is parched like a drought
I reach to satisfy and quench my thirst
But my glass lies half empty; without a doubt
Someone has drunk from my cup first.

I look in the mirror and see a monster
Staring back at me with bulging eyes so mean;
I see a girl that I once knew and roar with anger
Why did she steal my crown, this beauty queen?

Now I am left rotting like a cadaver
Lying half naked in the streets of envy and desire!

  © Mary Aris. All rights reserved

A Tree's True Destiny

A tree is something marvellous;
Within its bark, lives a living soul.
A tree is something quite mysterious.
God, in his wisdom, did the tree recycle
Into many, many useful commodities.

The most versatile thing a tree can be
Is a book for the entire world to read.
A book is the tree’s true destiny.
For this purpose it grows from one small seed.

As a book a tree lives on forever
A thing of beauty that all can treasure.



-Mary Aris ©2012

A Poet's Heart

My hand glides across an empty canvass
Dripping in scarlet hues, my pen smoothly gildes
Filling the empty spaces and crevices
With words from where inspiration abides.

My heart, like a somnambulist lies
In dreams, trapped within the muse's lair
In lucid revaries, its spirit flies
Like a bird gliding through the air.

I hear the steady rhythm of my heart
Dancing to the tune of a forgotten nymph
Entranced by the beat I take part
In the dance of creativity and triumph.


I write as  inspiration takes the lead.....
My masterpiece I hope young and old will read.


© Mary Aris, All rights reserved.

Let Love be the Mantra of Your Soul

 Let love be the mantra of your soul,
Gentle prayer that like a soothing balm
Soothes us when stress takes its toll
If stress threatens to pierce your inner  calm;
Let Love be the mantra of your soul.

Let's dance to the rhythm deep within,
And sway to love's staccato drum beat
As your soul swoons to the violin,
Let Love's rhythm sweep you off your feet;
Let love be the mantra of your soul.



© Mary Aris, All rights reserved.

I wrote this poem the other day and uploaded it to Allpoetry.com   I also illustrated the poem.



Poetry

       Dog Days of Summer

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Dog days of Summer swelter away,
Like a flame to a candle
Bodies merge with the heat of the day;
Nothing left of 'em but open sandals;

In these dog days of summer people dream
Of snowy January days
Whilst enjoying vanilla ice-cream
Staring into space with a sweltering gaze;

Too hot to sit; too hot to stand
What's a person to do, but take to the beach
With a cool lemonade in each hand.
In these dog days of summer life's truly a bitch!


Mary Aris

Copyright 2011 by Mary Aris