Metaphysical Nightmare




Metaphysical Nightmare


Whispers, images, flashes 
Deep waters move rapidly

Dream or memory
Fevered imagination plotting

Insanity beckons
Shadows of reality or shades of imagination

Frame after frame
Taunts fast and clear

Screaming conscience 
Mind mirrors shatter

Shards fall 
Tearing the delicate foundation

Death breathes close
It does




Mind Games

Comets streak through moonlit skies
inspiring awe in human minds
and hearts that try to fathom all the whys

With eyes we see and hearts we feel
but truly it’s our minds emotions steal
as in breathless whispers
we question what is real

The world is false, so much untrue
and yet there’s still someone like you
whose guileless eyes and smile I knew
would somehow break my heart in two
but still I loved you

As long as comets race through space and time
your face will stay within the confines
of my mind
Till time unwinds



Lisa Doherty






All chrome and shiny black enamel, with handbrakes and three speeds

Freedom from classroom tyranny, parental supervision and school bullies

At least for now…

Super heated air, cooled only by speed, rushes past, hair flying out behind

Muscles pumping, heart racing, fear nowhere in sight

At least for now…

Serenity, peace, excitement, joy! So many good feelings, almost overwhelming


No destination, just going, riding, flying…

My black charger carrying me off to a better place

At least for now…; Selling you to yourself


I am very disheartened when I see a company taking advantage of people and encouraging hopeful writers in the deceitful way that does. Way back in the beginning, before I became jaded about such things, I submitted a couple of my poems to this distasteful site. About a month later I received something in the mail from them saying that one of my poems had been chosen to be published in an anthology. I was so excited! Yeah, that didn’t last long. As I read on, still very enthusiastic, the letter said they needed me to proof my poem for publication and sign to be sure it was exactly the way I wanted it printed, which I did, still hopeful and happy. Reading further still, the high praise that oozed out of every paragraph made me feel like I had really accomplished something. Then…I got to the crux of it all. If I wanted a copy of the book that my poem, mine, mind you, was to be published in it would only cost me the ‘discounted’ price of $49.95. Wow, that’s it. I could have my own poem, in a book, as long as I paid them for it. That was bad enough, but it got better. The next thing was a ‘beautiful plaque’ with my poem imprinted on it for me to display, ‘proudly’ in my home for eveyone to see, and that would only cost me another $39.00. The messed up thing was, at the time, I was so naive, that had I had the money I probably would have bought the book, and the plaque. Paid for my own work. How f#*&ed up is that? They feed you this line of bullshit and a lot of people actually buy it, pun definitely intended.

Of course since that first experience I’ve gotten wise to them, and this is really hilarious, the reason I got wise to them was the fact that every poem I submitted to their contest got the same response. I was one terrific poet. I was awesome. Every poem was going to be published in a book that I could buy. Wow, how incredible! 

I guess I just wanted to warn any aspiring poets out there to beware of sites bearing false promises. If your work is good enough to be published they’ll pay you for it, or at least give you a free copy of the book!

My Awesome Soldier



The following was written by me for a young man in the first Gulf War. We corresponded for about one year and it was heartwarming and wonderful. He thankfully came home in one piece and we lost touch awhile later. I miss you John and hope you’re doing well.

My Awesome Soldier

My Awesome Soldier
So Young, so brave, so optimistic

You faced death
Yet remained so full of life

I was here
Safe from danger
Yet so scared

Imagine that
I needed you 
To help me through

Every letter made my day
Too few came

I kept you sane?
You’ll never know what you did for me!

My days are brighter
My life is richer 
For knowing you

Government Takeovers…


The garden path is turning somewhat darker

Leading us from the smell of flowers and fresh grass into….

The deep, dark woods.

All around the monsters lie in wait for a feast

They have human forms and faces 

How do we recognize them

They all wear suits and scurry from place to place

on little clandestine missions

Be careful fellow traveler for the path is getting darker

The monsters are growing larger

They come together and meld into one large being

Greater in power than anything we’ve ever seen

There is a similar path in a far off land

It too turned dark, the monsters grew and tried to swallow everyone

That path almost reached it’s end

Until a superpower and it’s friends saved the day, or did they

They saved that day only to lead us to this one

That path was carved by the wrong monster in the wrong place

This one is the true path where all the monsters dreams come true

Be wary fellow traveler

Be wary…

If Only…


A Faerie’s Fantasy

Golden streets
Ivory sea
In my mind, in the land of fantasy
Dragons of red
Fly overhead
Knights of old
Brave and bold
Walk the golden streets by the ivory sea
In my mind in the land of fantasy

Darkened wood
Cold, black sea
In my mind, in the land of fantasy
Mists of white
Shroud the night
Wolves of dread
Softly tread
The darkened wood
By the cold, black sea
In my mind, in the land of fantasy