REFERENCES:
 Inspired by the Norse Myth: Sif's Golden Hair: How Loki Wrought mischief in Asgard. (compilation: The children of Odin Padraic Colum 1920) Source: Sacred Texts Archives @ sacred-text.com  Many different compilations to choose from, great resource for inspiration. Kat                            

Simply

I didn’t want to hurt you
I never meant for you to grieve
I'm sorry that I made you cry
It wasn’t you I had to leave

I had no time to say good bye
My pain severe and so, so real
I simply didn’t have a choice
So this end, I had to steal

I had to stop bloodcurdling screams
Haunting me each day and night
Tormenting me through all my dreams
Poisoning my strength to fight

Just remember that I love you
And forever I will be
Standing right beside you
Forgive me, my destiny

Stair-step stacks
of hardbacks, paperbacks
and journals silhouette
against cloudy gray light
seeping from outside.

Numerous mentors
say read poems,
journals, and novels
learn to form beautiful poetry.

He labors through
anthologies of sonnets,
sestinas and free verse.

Collins, Levine, Kooser,
Nash and Oliver call him to lessons.
He is not a schoolboy.
He has a hissing heart,
writing is entrancing,
pulling forth a storehouse
of secreted pains, passions, and fears.

Ghoul

A grey grimace stole across his ashen lips
as the hour struck twelve and the stalker awakened.
The desires of those who hunt him await the discovery
of yet another victim, to set them on the trail afresh.
In their secret hearts, he was the continuous pulsation
of life's blood, causing them to quicken and keeping them
sustained with the demanding lusts of his soul.

VALENTINE'S DAY SONNET by Ian Thomson

My love for her is like a cloak
Hung round her shoulders, keeps her warm
And oft like priceless Persian rug
Beneath her feet, she's safe from harm.

For her, my Love's a Summer Isle.
So blue skies every day she'd see.
My Love is hers', at her command,
For loving her is all to me.

Her Love is quiet and sincere,
I need no fireworks,for I know.
That where she bides is where I'll be
There is no other place I'd go

Mama wants to hold you
and rock you off to sleep,
because, you're all my babies
and my love for you runs, deep.

I've done all that I've been asked to do
I've even jumped trough an extra "hoop";
but, that matters not, to some involved,
they think I'm the REAL Betty Boop!

You must believe me when I tell you
that you're loved with my whole heart,
what I worry about, is what's been said
to prevent our re-union to finally start.

A magical hand to turn
letters and words into
poetry. To a writer their
pen hand is priceless.
A talented utensil which
poets are blessed is
the hand to crypt with.
Not to be abused nor
misused.

A writer spend hours with
their pen hand burning words
into paper Their mind is steaming
with visionaries. A dreamland
in which no toher person can compete.
The writer's imagnation churns.
and the hand with the pen solder
with ink with paper.

Android

I touch fire, but don't feel the burn
I witness love, but don't feel the yearn
I have 20/20vision, but still cannot see
I'm trying to be human, but never will never be

I am a robot in a human suit
I exist but frozen in permanent re-boot

Is this what it feels like being detached?
Alienated and separated from existence
Am I so indifferent to be excluded?
When all I ask is to be included

This old sweater,
White ribbed wool,
Heavy,
With times we’ve spent together,
The patterned puffs ,
And yarn stitched lines,
By myth I’m told.
But tell my friends as true,
Were first used as family signs,
So those Aron sailors
Washed ashore were known.

The grateful cynics have the "house", now
toxicity levels are rather high;

but, most would choose to disregard
if all a group did was, sit and cry.

They did have quite a following
many agreed, and could also relate;

but, their numbers started rapidly falling
after losing each and every debate!

There's a revolution brewing
it's definately in the works,

popular political opinions help lead the charge
by identifying most of the biggest jerks!