P.S. I Love You Poems of P.S. Colley

  Draped in agile red with a black, fragile head, she lights upon my breeze tattered shirt. Her gay spots sing beneath teeny tiny wings, as she scrambly-ambles for all she is worth. First, she arrives, then others strive to join her, until a single mingling of a clump they have gathered. What do they imagine? What do they plainly see? Some design of lines floating upon a flannelled pattern of a sun-warmed and sunnier me? I guess if I best attract a more amorous universe, then why not also a cheerfully clad ladybug? They say they possess a spirit abundantly generous that delivers a gift of most fortunate daily luck. So come and cover me, shy ladybugs, in your shadow. Rest your wings and bring finer things into my morrow. Ladybug, ladybug, may you rest best upon my throbbing heart's-tired breast as strength streams through me from some gentle ray, into the warmth of another day and together fly skies of fleeting sorrow above into a brighter sunset of the most hig...

  Tough two weeks when the madness came a calling. Tough two days when it walked right through my door. Tough two hours when the sadness left me bawling,        until I dried up and  could cry help no more.  Tough two minutes when fear stalked my inner being. Tough two seconds when I begged some mercy prayer. Tough lives touch others when the rough gets even rougher until the nothing becomes  something from somewhere.                     ~P. S. Colley

      World of white, World of white, What happened while I slept the night? Why did skies turn some sullen gray Then happily fall stark dark away Into softness across a lost wintery day? How dare tiny flakes of peaceful delight Cover all souls in some downward flight, Soft land unheard in piles of bright? The old squirrel stirs within her nest, Her newborns tucked beneath her breast. Does all the earth prepare to rest? Will rabbits nestle, restful in their holes? Will fox kits wrestle, zestful in the cold? Will blue jays raid the chipmunk's hold? Gentle pleasure piled muted deep, Is your heart of mirth of worth to keep Beneath the mounds of silent sleep? World of white, World of white, Will you grow deeper into the night? And if on sweet tomorrow's wake, Will mind find time to contemplate The sunshine sparkle on some garden gate? Will flower bow, burdened with snow, Lose her tender bundles dipping low Into sidewalk puddles dripped below? Will the tabby curl upon porch r...

  Sorrow's Prayer Two strangers within stalk and vie, once again, For another chance to boldly dance across my mind. They hear no music, they laugh no laughter. They have forgotten, promises begotten hereafter. They have played away a play of days that ticked away the clock of a more precious time. One whispers hurt, "Please hear my unspoken silence." One screams proud, aloud from a cold unheard. One pleads for mercy from betrayal's cruel unkindness. One cries, eyes blinded by each piercing, heartless word. One cannot deny the frozen stare of either. One cannot reply, "I dare chose not to be the fighter." One who fights, fights as captive of a dreamer, Dreamt by another, to smother what goes unseen. Gone, all hope of some sane and peaceful solution. Gone, all hope of any amicable resolution. Gone, all hope of soul's united, raging empty into night. Gone, all hope of one within them.......two loves simply die. For neither extends the hand of jo...