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…

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Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem

Just everyday normal, humdrum things

Coming and going about the day

Recalling faces and songs that we sing

Moving about and going away

Because people do that in their everyday lives

They pack up and move at the drop of a hat

What everyone longs for, everyone strives

Not to fall down, land flat on their back

For goals are important, as far as they go

To chart your own path and guide your own way

But not achievable in one's own life, so

Take time out to seize the day!

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Deadline

Deadline

Call me on the first of May

That celebrated day

When flowers bloom and birds sing

And lovers lead the way

I’ll be ready for you at that time

When all the right words seem to rhyme

So come to me on Beltane Day

As the world resounds with chimes

But if you come on Easter Eve

I won’t ask for you to leave

I won’t be ready for you at that time

But I still could bear for you to leave

If you don’t come for me by fall

I’ll assume you won’t come for me at all

And that would be the biggest blow of all

If you were never to come at all

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Everyday Things

That little joy and laughter

It helps to make it better

It’s the simple things

That help give love wings

Sharing in the break of day

Watching you quietly lay

The peaceful hum of the daily grind

Watching you as you unwind

Living life together is bliss

Without you I’d surely miss

The little everyday things

That make my heart sing

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Non- Lymericks

I once thought my love walked on air

But our relationship was going nowhere

Our flame burned much higher

When fueled by desire

We couldn’t stand our souls laid bare

Sorrow is grief born on wings

Like an arrow, it pierces and stings,

But time soon will heal

You’ll begin to feel

Your heart will begin to sing

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Touch the Infinite, Gravitate to all you can be...

Reach up and touch the Infinite

Gravitate to all you can be

For once be more than just human

You’ll be amazed at the marvels you’ll see

Shells become visions of beauty

There’s a pattern mathematic, precise

They sing with orchestral harmonies

A record will no longer suffice

A snowflake is a thing of wonder

Some say that each one is unique

But I can define its precise shape

By a formula, I guess I’m a geek

But all of these figures and numbers

All wonders and beauties abide

Are nothing without being partaken

By friends, right there, by your side

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Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and 

joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts                  

Hands can’t hold our spirits                            

Break us down to our component parts            

We still retain our specialness                        

In the break of dawn we will rise                      

Our hearts will soar to new heights                  

Every new day we sing new praise                   

Tomorrow brings new challenges                      

                                                                                                               JUST OUT OF REACH     

                                                                                        Reaching for the stars just out of grasp     

                                                                                                    Falling further and further away     

                                                                                                                               I don’t know     

                                                                                                             I keep reaching overhead     

                                                                                                        Knowing they just get away      

                                                                           The stars will align for their own desperate need      

                                                                                                 Needing no help for anyone here      

                                                                                                                    Why should I think       

                                                                                                         That I’m someone special?      

                                                                                                                 I shed one single tear      

Coin Flip Poems

Everyone holds in them the possibility of being light or dark, hope and joy.  Here are two poems that show both sides of the coin, so to speak.

JARS OF CLAY

Jars of clay can’t capture of hearts

Hands can’t hold our spirits

Break us down to our component parts

We still retain our specialness

In the break of dawn we will rise

Our hearts will soar to new heights

Every new day we sing new praise

Tomorrow brings new challenges

JUST OUT OF REACH

Reaching for the stars just out of grasp

Falling further and further away

I don’t know

I keep reaching overhead

Knowing they just get away

The stars will align for their own desperate need

Needing no help for anyone here

Why should I think

That I’m someone special?

I shed one single tear