Scattered Nonsense

The Train to Mars

Shelli Carlisle — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:37:30 +0000

Tucked away In a familiar place There is a ruby key And if you know which words to say You’ll hear the symphony A time for love or time for hate Injected from above And if the hate has gone too far Then it’s too late for love Floating clouds of blue and orange Swirling …

Hit the Breaks

Shelli Carlisle — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 03:55:56 +0000

sacred temple high on hill frantic freeway frenzy below so many harried buried people too busy to see too angry to pray sc2012 Filed under: California, dramatic, Hacienda Heights, Poetry, pray, Temple Tagged: Budhist, busy, freeway, Hacienda Heights, Hsi Lai Temple, madness, poetry, prayer, rat race

The Hole

Shelli Carlisle — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 01:21:58 +0000

She disappears for weeks at a time No one knows where she goes But if you peek carefully into her backyard You’ll find a nondescript hole She climbs down into it When it’s too hard to cope With life’s overwhelming demands With her pillow and blanket She drifts off to sleep To wait until she …

Madness

Shelli Carlisle — Sat, 31 Dec 2011 23:04:48 +0000

I’ve got to get out of this asylum Before I go completely mad Everyday I stumble through the same labyrinth Desperate for a way out But it seems I just walk in circles Around and around and around Madness is waiting With abundant patience Waiting to pounce Waiting for one slip One fall One moment …

Jane’s Addictions

Shelli Carlisle — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 20:46:43 +0000

Jane’s addicted to drama Jane’s addicted to pain Jane’s addicted to losing her kids Over and over again Jane’s addicted to suffering Jane’s addicted to abuse Jane’s addicted to mean, cruel men Love is her excuse Jane’s addicted to pills The ones the doc prescribes Jane’s addicted to “woe is me” And attempting suicide Jane’s …

brothers

Shelli Carlisle — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 07:38:08 +0000

Two little boys left to fend for themselves Snuck into the happiest place on earth A great adventure was the plan for the two An escape from a dismal reality Pretending a castle their very own home Their parents, a prince and princess Loving and doting fulfilling their needs They reveled in their implausible fantasy …

Tea with Me

Shelli Carlisle — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 21:17:48 +0000

When life gives you lemons…bake a scone. ~*~ I baked myself a lemon scone and brewed and cup of tea went out into my garden enjoyed some time with me. The warm sun was relaxing the breeze played with my hair my bare feet wriggled in the grass I chilled without a care. I relished …

My Shoes

Shelli Carlisle — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 04:15:30 +0000

My shoes sit patiently by the door Waiting for the day I dust them off And slip them on And quietly run away ©sc 2011 Filed under: Poetry, silly rhyme Tagged: poetry, shoes, silly

The Healing Place

Shelli Carlisle — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 01:26:18 +0000

They shed their disease as they enter the room they fall to their knees leave their blood on the floor they taste of His flesh as He offers forgiveness tears from the masses cleanse their wounds and their sores. Miracles abundant cannot be refuted crutches unused left next to the door the spirit of healing …

Time

Shelli Carlisle — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 03:44:47 +0000

She never thought she’d grow so old to feel her body ache but time made haste as time soon does April became a memory She used to be so full of life she danced and sang and laughed and loved wrote beautiful stories and beautiful songs of dancing and singing and laughing and loving Greatness …