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I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me This poet’s words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The experience of discovery through writing is the truest reward that has allowed me to grow and learn who/what I am — what other people get naturally, immediately, while I stomp around in it. Been blessed, but pushing it — envelope, world and all inhabitants away. Push buttons, find boundaries to trip traps. No clue why cat curiosity, living in your dark. (Bored, perhaps?) Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me how I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was). Cryptic, yes. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid strange, virtual, wonderful walls that tower above, tempt me to scale. Been more than I could imagine or expect here. But, achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall  . I dig deeper than I should, often without forethought. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets? Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations here. Not fair?No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do best with what’s in hand. My Pluggers: You are an icon here.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.  It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life"  Your poetic muse is on fire!  Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal.  Published four times with one a literary journal, including…  "The Tender Core (Sedona)"  I don’t submit because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing.   ![Merit Badge in Taboo Words
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No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼  Now: I was such a whore.  This is old….What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on. Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting. If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I? …just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself.    What Was NEW Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily. Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego.  #amwriting #poetry #blog #contest #freeverse #award #bestpoetry #freyaridings #lyrics #music #video #YouTube Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY? Mud 4 My Eye:  Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼ |
| They aim their tarnished cannons, Precisely read outdated canons Aloud to the masses; As I sit upon grass Fingering a dry pistol That chased away ants, Hydrated daisies, Stung the burned backs of fleeing, Tearful children echoed happiness -- Trapped laughter hung on tree limbs, Detached by gentle, carefree breezes sending higher Solubles to the blue patches and white drifters inhaling, Until grey-black unload their h2o pellets like bombs upon a Silenced planet. Groggy, a sobering sun emerges, dries The scene where we return to play, after hours listening To the interrupted radio bemoaning a world somehow in decay. I sit my tenderness upon the fertile ground, shadowed By black-rust cannons, as incited canons obtrude, To wonder upon a glaring, misunderstood sun And ask, 'why must it be this way?' 5.26.21 6.5.21 edit Loosely applied logic to the world we live in today (History teaches us...history teaches us?). Is it so uncivilized that we've forgotten how to play? I wrote this in under ten minutes. Another five to edit. Done. Really worked hard to get obtrude in there, thought not sure if syntactically correct? |
| Not Your Monster My definition: villain — misunderstood. unnecessarily feared, reviled, chased by villagers with torches for so long, he learned he was a monster, loved in secret by children who understood his tenderness, not lacking in the same innocence, a never-ending supply for true torches. By your definition (I assume): villain — a dangerous buffoon to you (though I assure very capable), ((and not diffused by your definition)), (((despite your label to feel safe from your own ignorance))) by ((((false assumption)))). I redefine by revealing what you fail to acknowledge. By association, by this principle, I have another definition and a label to add, though I’ll not make your mistake to restrict egress between the two of us, friend, ending here. 5.26.21 This will need work and time to marinate. |
| There are varying degrees of difference between quitting and not doing anything, though ultimately the same because of outcome, and if you had given up on me, even though not trying, I would know and feel hurt just the same. 5.26.21 just something that bubbled up while listening to Fisher, yet again. I'm as breakable as any; as hard as people try to see the cracks and fissures form, they're on the inside, not trying to get out. |
| Most people — voidless. The hungry few — growing, Eyeing Your completeness, Looking to fill a hole They can’t sate until They sink their teeth In you. I’m the rare void — complete Because I don’t need The Voids, The Fulls, Because I live in this Empty hole, Victimless. But, still worry About the rest of you. 5.25.21 Thinking of people like you Bethany, so full of potential, but ditched your dreams for someone else's passion, because you are empty inside. I’m still here. Visit me at work anytime. The weather here is fine. Still editing, adding. |
| Reemergence from this morass deep, dark, from this hole in the scenery I've chewed; reemergence. strum your steel strings hard, vibrating warm. long since yawning, I'm awake. long since I was driven deep, I creep, merging with your land. stick a drum quaver building before gleam cymbals crash. I've returned a mess, awake, aware a dark hole in my head chewed emergently to take the mic once more. strings in my heart's throat have tenderly unfolded. 5.24.21 1.28.22 edit 22 lines, vers libre some songs stay with you a long time and greet your idle brain at dawn, though I can't help but feel it's a ripoff of the Smashing Pumpkins. |
| Black With Regret No one asks if you’re dying when they see the burden lugged on pale shoulder, trudging forward with dry eyes locked on a burning hill barefoot cooling calming as day bleeds out -- no fight in loosed jaw. Though, I see your approach; pity denied where love would have been accepted. Truth of life flushed out, skin replicated a thousand layers. Your pockets well serve your hands, mine tasked to one simple goal: ascend and lug remnants of this life to the black light. To have been brave to be a friend... if I'm to have one regret. 5.20.21 I shudder to demonstrate that even in death we bargain for something to appease the dark shadows hovering over us. (like one who could be a friend) Unrelated: I discover sometimes those who speak out of both sides of their mouth, like I did yesterday. Just something related but unrelated to the inception of this piece. I feel my punctuation as it related to expression is vastly improved. |
| Something I'm still working on...comments welcome... Ignorant Hope Of Yarn A neglected ball of yarn, Don't know where to begin Unravel the thing, Or how it got so inconceivably tangled, As frustration overrides fading hope For symmetry of material that defines; Could redefine a lifetime Of wayward rolling behind Couch and chair, Eyed by eager felines And claws at play to become forgotten. A dull ball -- purposeless, Twined cotton Mother brought home From the store, radiant and hopeful This DNA, reconstructed, Would, one day, Amaze, but she Dropped the ball And here I stay -- Knotting and unknotting And divining a way For you to have purpose Someday, once I get out of your way. Never mind now; No shining needle Could save the day. 5.20.21 Twist at end -- play on words/metaphor intended. |
| No parachutes provided, bail out before you get too deep? My head is its own solar system on a spatial highway with other solar systems like yours. My laws for physics equate only to me, in as much, as its parts (or sum of parts) might jibe with yours, drawing us out together on some equatorial plane (shared and appreciated) in a widening sea of black and light with fuzzy nebulous creatures roaming in the distance, striking awe and wonder (and concern) should our universe merge in a broader, deeper sea of solar systems (like a black hole enveloping) we can't equate apart or together in a measurable, linear journey through time, equally as widening, or shrinking, by response and rationale, as events that occur will allow for our time spent together and apart. Each operating thing inside my system has grown and been shaped to be assigned formidable equations that can go from acceptance to indifference to rejection of their worth (by me, by you, by others). Some have parallel equations or un-equaling impossibilities when paired with subsets from another system near or far from mine (as I model). It keeps me off balance and constantly questioning what is the point of putting all into words and metaphors with numbers and shapes in fuzzily drawn and conceptualized solar systems in black space; when I could just accept I play a simple game of handball off an uneven wall inside my anatomically correct head for life. No possible way to score or equate, or even try. Anxiety and insecurity knee-jerk inform me to do this. 5.19.21 Just babbling after thinking a little about Inception and mostly about my logic. Words may or may not have been correctly associated or termed to properly equate what I attempt to convey in a rambling journey to self-satisfy the insufficiencies of a mind ever-equating how it 'jibes' within a world it toddles about like a small child...or it could be about trying to write grown up poetry in a finger painting class to be the best student and impress teacher who only wants to know why my hands aren't dirty with work and I assume that is my genius on display. According to Hemingway Editor, this is grade level 5. No sentences considered difficult to read. |
Cool White Dawn We were looking at charred remains, embers not as bright since a chill dawn -- still white smoldering -- nothing compared to the colors sparking a black night. A fuel-soaked concoction enflamed — glowing romance softened eyes, brushed hues on two pale faces — rose-boned skin inspired by wood, used up. We lingered too long. Now this thing is ash. 5.14.21 final edit: 6.22.21 (I hope) Entered in May Shadows and Light and Stormy's Potry Newsletter Contest |
| Jotting numbers unequated, yet subscribed to define, refine an ordinary, imperfect world spinning circular, linear throughout time -- codified by some, where I fear the sun but cherish the stars. Columns and margins' scrawling combine until I cannot cosine, compare to words angling away from my mind. I'll not find equatorial sunshine sublime. A burning horizon nears, my only true outcome. Solve for x, at least? 5.12.21 another poem off the cuff... |
| I know summer nears, despite lurksome clouds filtering raindrops faintly heard, muffled by the stoic umbrella. A hint of hues above obedient trees glimmer dull roof tops, bedazzle rusted eaves. A horizon warning before gentle-blued black brightened, ceded to selected swashes of a spectrum penetrating my vision. Dry eyes couldn't imagine colors prettier, knowing, if I didn't watch I'd lose them in the brevity of a season rushed into darkness, quicker as days bleed out -- remind a rushed soul, elapsing time must escape, leave me with a stare that won't chase the petulant purview anymore. Too many seasons of, 'I'll see you tomorrow,' just as blue, always blue, to greet aging eyes. I see it more than I should. Tiny glimpses in these mornings stolen, where I envision a view burgeoning of blossomed evening lights. Renewed days' colors could fill any blood heart and bright soul. But, science serves no purpose to the romantic, to explain why we're not lovers anymore. 5.9.21 34 lines, freeverse Stormy Poetry Contest: use words: clouds raindrops umbrella summer gentle lights evening lovers
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| highway of haste wheels spun in determined direction crush all in view on pavement. determined vehicle and lone occupant, me, chew scenery together, as memories roll with each reenactment. different; but, the same outcome. but, it can never be. waysides remind me, stop and stretch legs from haste to escape all left in your wake. stop and view in still quiet, dream. create anew and stop recreating the past. be now instead of rolling town to town to the stretches between. truly see all you've passed for an eternity, without further introspection. Accept what's lost on the highway of haste. private 5.7.21 public after edit 5.14.21 re-edit 5.24.21 stop and smell the roses instead of trying to get back what you lost while ignoring the view in the moment or accepting the road you're own, the only remaining destiny. |
| Promise blooms now. Brightly colored hope, renewed, bounces and wavers on thin arms strengthening, harden outside my portal -- a world I view and should commune within. Eager was a child who played in fresh green, once white slipped below the surface and the glow lingered longer upon a simple, burgeoning land. And, she was there to hold my hand. But, now my hands are worn with no gentle, guiding fingers to touch. Blast the shaky glass and tousle the trembling green. Dampen the entire scene while I'm inside, protected. Howl if you will; I dare not look in my heart for strength, because no end for this story, except to wait it out. 5.7.21 brief edits 5.24.21 made up on spot before work. Edit or revise later. |
| Dear Brother, sorry I didn't write. Staring from the ledge steals hours; a void merges within me. This ledge that comes before me reveals no vista I dare follow. Desire to fly faded when I couldn't sprout wings in innocence or ignorance; but I long to venture yet, set a world afire, just can't rekindle the flame inside me, even to pick up a pen, scrawl ink from my heart on mead. Would spill my blood into these cylinders, if that could color a page from ailing vision from a steepening ledge that consumes eternally. Sorry, your brother. 5.4.21 5.7.21 5.24.21 kind of conceptualized but not fully targeted what I want to depict about how we get so lost/consumed with nothing and never keep in touch with loved ones who could fill our life with joy, if we weren't pining for something more/else that is likely unattainable. |
| When reminiscing innocence of youth, I’m hooked by it’s exposed nails. Resulting infections scar a lifetime. 5.3.21 Thought I had to memorize while my phone was locked away at the psych ward. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On my fence rhetoric I cannot be held responsible for any incongruous inconsistencies. It's in my nature to waffle, because my memory does waiver and I've been known to ride a few fences in my time. |
| a sinking stone needs water to process, find bottom. when did i become so small i could be flung by the ignorant young? when i first glimpsed heaven, you had tossed me, forsaken by your small hand, smooth as my cover, tender but not as hard. i had the most beautiful vision. air split by my force, no gravity for what seemed eternity. my relativity, your passion thrust. my potential had peaked again. but the bend would come. arc sudden-shaped before i could arrive at hopeful vision. the fall inglorious, an imposition of fear loomed ahead of impending fate. and now here i have come to meet the sediment. 5.3.21 if we're calling this a poem: freeverse, 26 lines 5.4.21 edut relating to an unwanted stone, with emotion and loss...still working on "This is the time" |
| It’s perfect irony so many years beautiful to you I learn to sing the sweetest harmony only now to discover the mirror and time lost as my face grows dark. It’s what I deserve, I tell myself, because I can’t accept there is no reason, while seeking truth and meaning in everything to have semblance of balance. Accept that life is random? in a perfect realm spinning about cylindrical fire? measuring hours and days evenly until I die, which I hadn’t though much about until now? I discover a voice weakening in this inevitable cage of earth. Purpose long lost rusts. Life doesn’t come back for its youth. 5.1.21 25 lines unmeasured free verse hah! balance, take that! |
| I have more hours. perhaps I can employ faith, if blessings do exist and hope is either in here or out there. what divines serendipity for one so blind? except to stumble through a beautiful world as if its vistas dim, unlit. a beautiful sun burns hard -- harder for fools like me. 5.1.21 |
| You must experience it yourself, decide what to compare your pain to, and how long to languish in this empty sea rolling you and me I cannot explain the color of blue as we drift together on this journey apart, but how to be alone Eyes struck with thoughts of forgiveness, I only watch how you swim, swirl away from the drain Pulled away by the deepening tide, we divide over the course of time And should I never float again by your side, know this sea is as cruel as those who leave us here to live or die 4.30.21 5.14.21 punctuation edit Written (with my child in mind) to and after hearing: What's A Broken Heart by Patty Loveless while thinking of my youngest who struggles like their father. |
| dry, i have no more reason to cry, as if i could shed a tear for me, for you. what else is there left to do but fix eyes on that sunset and the next and every ever after? time doesn't roll backward. dull, i stopped trying to cull memories of when we were young, you and me innocently believing we were eternity -- now severed, broken by a wheel we can't see, crushing time in its wake, time that remains in the balance for just me. dreams are what remain for me, after I close my eyes, hard hoping we will meet in some parallel realm, your heavenly smile to greet me in an otherwise black night. 4.29.21 Written to song, "In Another Lifetime" I opine about sadness enough...let's give the experts a crack at expressing and how we can move beyond (learn from) it, perhaps? https://bookriot.com/depression-poems/ |
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