More Old Poems Revisited #3

I got out my first book of poems (Pictures in My Mind) which was created over the first 30 years of my life. I have decided to share some of them here. Warning! Lots of them are dark as I was heavily influenced by Edgar Allen Poe. Truth is, I wanted to be either the famous Edgar or Stephen King😂


I see farmhouses off the freeway

In the distance

I wish someone could see me

They might help me get away

I can only turn my head

And plead with them

Beg them with my eyes

Am I already dead?

My abductors are cold

I’ll be dead by morning

If no one comes to save me

Someone’s looking out their window

But they don’t notice me

If they did

They couldn’t know

There’s no way I can get free

I am already dead

Frankie Valinda Ghee

epitaph of a rag doll

Over and under, behind and between

A little girl’s images, thoughts and dreams

Lies on her table, sits on her chair

The little girl combs and brushes her hair

Here lies a rag doll, all torn and unkempt

A faithful friend with whom hours were spent

Through millions of tea parties, quietly sat

Through lectures and spankings, and make believe spats

Sleeps at her bedside, lives in her mind

A rag-doll, a partner, a stranger in time

As the child grows older, the doll means less

Tossed in the toy-box with mud on her dress

More and more often, the old friend is laid

And the little, blue toy-box a coffin made

Over and under, behind and between

A little girl’s playmate is torn at the seems

Sits on her table, lies on her chair

The little girl goes

The rag-doll stays here

Frankie Valinda Ghee

Posted on May 2, 2021, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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