Thursday, October 30, 2014

A Midnight Wish

A Midnight Wish
Beautiful dreams that elude and evade
Haunted eyes that burn so bright
Pray that good times never fade

I feel I am measured and weighed
Should my soul be heavy or light?
Beautiful dreams that elude and evade

The sun is so bright there is no sign of shade
No color at all, only white
Pray that good times never fade

A seeming then, A home that’s made
A happy family, feeling so right
Beautiful dreams that elude and fade

When the time comes to end the charade
Will it be easy to give up the fight?
Pray that good times never fade

So I’ll not be moved or swayed
To my true feelings I’ll hold tight
Beautiful dreams that elude and fade
Pray that good times never fade

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Mercury's Vow

Mercury’s Vow

And all my sorrows turn to joys in times unlikely number’d
But quickly end with willful sighs to turn smiles e’now
A joyful look, I quickly took as e’re I turn my head
By Mercury, I pledged my vow

I wish only to live in the here and now
Never have meanings wrongly misread
But what will come of this sacred vow?

In public I will not one glistening teardrop shed
Only happy or pleasant face allow
Not to belie or fool, ‘tis that I dread
Br Mercury, I pledge this vow!


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What Men Really Want...

What Men Really Want…

Why must men insist and say
Care not for dress, throw wiles away
Who put it about, who heard it said
A man cares for the looks inside our heads?

But do they mean it, what they say?
Or is it an attempt to gain our bed?
They try to stay two steps ahead
Why must men persist and say…

A loving wife they wish to wed
To laugh and smile all the day
Intelligence should fill their head
Care not for dress, throw wiles away

It’s enough to make a girl see red
To find the original protégée.
Who thought enough to think of a way?
Who put it about, who made it said?

A girl is beautiful for skills she conveys
Not bosoms big, shining hair or lips of red
When that is true, I’ll seize the day
When a man cares for the looks inside our heads!


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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Our Song

Our Song
I think our song is ending love
When tragedies are mentioned think on us
There was a great run for a while
When times were bright and gay
We laughed on golden shores
The hours whiled away without remark
Just sitting hand in hand, heart in heart
But now we must head into the sunset
Our lives to live again
It’s not alone I fear
It’s “without you” I dread


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Friday, October 24, 2014

DO YOU EVER????

Do you ever?...

Do you ever feel like taking everything you’ve ever written, drawn, typed, sewn, composed, sung, played, recorded, or just in general created chucking it in a huge bonfire and lighting the match?  I really feel like I am identifying with Salieri lately, except he was a PUBLISHED composer and had fans and was BRILLANT.  Me?  I’m just a mouthy, nobody with a blog, a twitter, and lots of opinions.  That’s why I try to create new forms of poetry, like my gif poem, or the internet concrete poem.  I figure if no one ELSE has done them I can’t be shown up right? 
Sooner or later though, someone will come around with the wits to improve my paltry ideas.  After all, there are more things in heaven and earth, right? They say there are only seven stories after all.  I wonder if they have adjusted that saying to have more gender inclusive romantic storylines.  I say romance is romance, no matter who is giving and who is receiving, or how many!  The drama of a story comes from the angst.  The tenor and tone of the story can change depending on the mores and morals of society but the basis of the story stays the same.  That is true whether you change the settings or the characters or the sex!  Romeo and Juliet could be Romeo and Caesar and it would be the same story, maybe even easier to understand! 

But I, personally, have been having writer’s block lately.  Call it the 3 M’s. Migraines, Megrimes, and Monthlies. LSIDC I do love how every time a woman is in a bad mood a man everyone blames it on her period.  I was writing that men do this but I realized women do it just as much.  We may do it in a sticky sweet, back biting, condescending way, but we do.  Men may not realize the amount of cat calling and sniping that goes on between women because a lot of it is subtext.  Thing are said that are call backs to past conversations, or said between clenched teeth, or with baited breath. Women are never going to get anything from men until we stop GIVING IT to each other!

Well, I started this post trying to clear my head so that my writer’s block.  I’m not sure if that worked.  I still feel like setting all my stuff on fire.  I don’t think I’ll do it.  It’d take too long to gather it together.  But if you see a blaze lighting up half of North America…


 Alicia Keys Girl On Fire


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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Writer's Block

The creative process slows to a crawl
My pen is limp in my hand
And…
Now…
I...
Wait…
And now with each word I scrawl
My brain starts to expand
The words begin to flow
Expanding at a faster pace
I allow as that my rest is done
It’s broken its terrible brace
I have lifted the veil and seen


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Revelations

So terrified of what it means
What calls in the dark of night
You are the brightest of light
Keeping me from losing my cool
Coming apart at the seams
My battered knight in armor
No longer shiny and new
It’s not anyone’s place to judge
Intolerable what people think they can do
To figures on paper-mache
Used for money or power
Not important for what they portray
Kings no longer have power
Should they?


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