Limited Vocabulary

An unexpected rain enthralls.

A lapwing repeatedly calls.

Its speech surrounds my nest.

I think limited vocabulary is the best.

Thorny side up

Sometimes I say things I don't mean 
At times I mean things that I don't say
You may have realised by now
That it is difficult to get away. 

I hide smiles behind tears 
and tears behind smiles 
You might have already perceived 
These are my prominent styles. 

Without me reminding so late
You know that life is a bed 
of Roses with thorny side up
But there is nothing to dread. 

It is all temporary 
till it becomes permanent. 
It is all body
till it becomes parchment. 

To my reader across the seas

I can rain somewhere near you 
Make a point that is less distant. 
But this is not how gravity works for me
It forces me to search, with a cursory lamp 
in the narrow passes of inspiration 
Leads me across thoughtless plains
into the forests of silence where 
I hear only the sound of my breathing
Before I suddenly reach a magical place 
Called the ending, which could be this 
Or wherever you stopped reading. 

Mrs. Cinderella Prince

Now she needs kinder shoes

That comfort her like never before

She doesn't let the prince choose

But leaves a note outside her door. 

She puts her faith in the fairy elves

Waits patiently in the kingly castle 

For the shoes to walk by themselves

Without carrying a princely hassle. 

She wants shoes in which she can stay

Not the ones that'll take her away.