She Tells No Spoken Lies, by Toni L.A. Cross

she laughs and always smiles

so carefully composed

while secretly, she dies

no one sees her graveyard

in still lurking shadows

deceiving carefree eyes

they do not see her pain

a great and looming past

that clouds all inner skies

plain bliss is on display

they think that all is well

she tells no spoken lies

spring fever, by Toni Cross

 

my toes are wiggling and scrunching

deep within my shoes

my wings are lifting skyward

to migrate like a goose

and a southern wind is blowing

about to tear me loose

alice in blunderland, a poem by Toni L.A. Cross

i’m alice?
i’m alice.
i’m alice in blunderland
on a course that wasn’t planned
going through the broken glass
trying not to cut my hand
just part of a shifting mass
in a lone castle of sand
i’m alice in blunderland
i’m alice.
i’m alice?

Tree of Life: A Pantoum-ish Poem

O to be like God!

I died from one bite

Perfection drowned by fraud

As hell’s minions applaud

I died from one bite

And my soul loses its flight

As hell’s minions applaud

Return to ash and sod

As shadows stain the light

And weeds grow where I trod

I hide behind a skin facade

Strive to purge this evil blight

And weeds grow where I trod

Apocalypse horses’ feet are shod

Strive to purge this evil blight

Fleeing from the coming night

And weeds grow where I trod

Perfection drowned by fraud

Strive to purge this evil blight

O to be like God!