Poetryzine Magazine present the selected poems by the American poetess Tamikio L. Dooley
The Glass Book
I inscribed poetic language in the glass book
They are works of art
And for an eternity of joy
They created music for deaf ears
Subsequently, open up within a melodious harmony
I inscribed poetic rhymes in the glass book
They are the foliage on the trees
And promptly spread love
Until…
They wither…
Away…
I etched poetic expressions in the glass book
A sound mind
And grateful heart
Those are the doctrines of the glass book
In the Prairie
In the prairie
I settle upon the grass in terms of the very light hearted day
I inhale the flowers and dandelion,
The sweet bouquet of my youth
My colleagues and my wisdom
When the twilights
I carry the prairie at midnight upon my heart
In my bed
I toss and turn
With the prairie on my heart
What a joyful midnight!
The raising of the dawn
I look forward to accompanying my wisdom
In the prairie
Upon my soul
I envy for the days is long
So I could fall asleep on the prairie
I yearn for a soothing song
So I can listen to the gentle rustling
Of the autumn
But again
When the twilights
I have merely My heart
To the Dreams of
The prairie
In the prairie
I summon no
Mournful, melancholy
Song
In the Prairie
In the prairie
I settle upon the grass in terms of the very light hearted day
I inhale the flowers and dandelion,
The sweet bouquet of my youth
My colleagues and my wisdom
When the twilights
I carry the prairie at midnight upon my heart
In my bed
I toss and turn
With the prairie on my heart
What a joyful midnight!
The raising of the dawn
I look forward to accompanying my wisdom
In the prairie
Upon my soul
I envy for the days is long
So I could fall asleep on the prairie
I yearn for a soothing song
So I can listen to the gentle rustling
Of the autumn
But again
When the twilights
I have merely My heart
To the Dreams of
The prairie
In the prairie
I summon no
Mournful, melancholy
Song
If the Midnight May Be
If the midnight may be
It is of something delightful in my mouth
If the midnight may be
I understand the voice of the angelic
If the midnight may be
That strange man
Who experiences to embrace me?
He experiences to embrace me
If the midnight may be
I heard the man
Cry out his affection to me
In the land of bounty
I heard his heavy cry
Not to discredit me
If the midnight may be
Shall I run elsewhere with him?
With the strange man
Who loveth me?
If the midnight may be
Tamikio Dooley is a multi award-winning author. She writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. The author received an honorable recognition as the best crime author in September 2016, the winner of the World Literature Award, Woman Leader in Transcendence Award, and won her first crystal trophy award in the crime category.
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