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10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind

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 *Think*. 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.*BigSmile*
You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.*Heart*

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! *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. *Cool*

 
Published four times with one a literary journal, including… *PointRight*   "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.

*Toilet* *RibbonW* Merit Badge in Taboo Words [Click For More Info] Brian, Congratulations! You won 1st Place in Taboo Words with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1027659]. I absolutely loved this! *^*Heart*^* Rachel Merit Badge in Poetry [Click For More Info] Thanks you for supporting the [Link To Item #power] with an order to the [Link To Item #powergifts] ! We appreciate it. *^*Heartv*^* Keep writing the beautiful poetry. [Link to Book Entry #1027659] is an awesome poem! *^*Starv*^* ~Lornda

 
Love my process constructing and sharing visions in words collected (no small task considering personal and physical limitations, see below).


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All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
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No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼

 
What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.' Now I say: *Cool* *FacePalm* Now: I was such a whore.
 


*Laugh*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.*RollEyes*
             



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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?
 

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March 14, 2021 at 11:28pm
March 14, 2021 at 11:28pm
#1006403
When you can inhale
first fresh air without narrowing lungs,
frozen amid gales,
I squeeze the tender hand
warming my digits
in the thaw, streaming,
gleaming in the barely dim.

Nostrils filter freed soil returning
from the soiled, soft banks
fleeing like black icees drained,
descending in pointed,
paper cups -- just as
winter candles when wax wicks
droop, seep beneath the ground.

I long for seasonable color,
but the eternal light
of a once tender soul
ignites a spectrum of revision.
All seasons start and end,
even without us.


3.14.21


Envisioning glints of former memories in this brief season...inhaling what essence remains through whatever negative capability.
March 14, 2021 at 4:06pm
March 14, 2021 at 4:06pm
#1006384
Purposed Fool
For you, me or who?

Chained to the machine
in your dim light,
fingers bleed
amid yearning of words
coalescing, dreaming...

spun in vain,

miss the mark,

your lover's lust, again.

Chained to a horizon
burning, blinding,
I blister, bleed
all the more
with desire to earn
rapture, your touch;
so I could ascend

young,

anew,

again.

I could drink love,
my own blood
like a fire in my veins,
unquenched, again, but

I have a new drug,

instead:

Resistance.

3.14.21
5.1.21 edited, unsure of the initial intent/inspiration and trying to make cohesive and clear, but feel lost as yet.
March 14, 2021 at 3:43pm
March 14, 2021 at 3:43pm
#1006383
Your cryptic words
(though unintended)
do not unbalance my soul.
Your odd approach
does not cause my neck cock,
crane only to see
the next page
in unfulfilling eternity,

when
I hear your knock.

Uneven door raps
(your offerings left)
before you run off.
The gift of you, unsavored,
I do not quest or quench.
I'm sorry if
you've heard this before.
Thankful still, but
obligation is no longer
our arrangement.

3.14.21
5.1.21 ed.
March 14, 2021 at 3:00pm
March 14, 2021 at 3:00pm
#1006382
Fasting:
"Can only imagine it's about mindfulness. If we are not consumed with distractions and sensations, we are closer to centered and spiritual, self-fulfilling truth."

Heart beating quicker,
Breath yearning harmony,
Shallow settles
Into inner vision, beauty --
The soul of you
         Recalling --
Warm rays penetrating
Our cotton
Where we laid.
Your eyes absorbed the blue
Of two spirits dawning
         My heart slowing
Yearn your sighs,
Deep encouragement

Our inner vision, beauty --
The spirit of two

Warm rays reprise
Soon after sunrise, daily --
Dawning on one soul
         A heart aching alone
For your deep encouraging
Tender lips once again.


3.14.21
March 14, 2021 at 2:54pm
March 14, 2021 at 2:54pm
#1006381
True how the sun rises
surmises
its equatorial, western disdain,
smudged more --
yet, geese strain
voices this spring again
while all the world supposedly changed --

life unbalanced spun
on a perpetual plane --

I see your colors change
but do not match the skies
I surmise,
seeking new tones not yet attained
I see you and hear you
not the same --
but the peepers sing,
crickets’ clarity still a-hum
night long again --

and when I close my eyes
it’s only dirt I wake to see

my ears are another thing.

3.14.21


Focus for this poem is on 'tones' and its duality (sight and sound).
March 8, 2021 at 8:55pm
March 8, 2021 at 8:55pm
#1006041
You know
it’s over
I don’t go to the hall to seek you
in the connected rooms knowing
you long ago went
even though
I had wanted to glimpse you again
idling before me
even if
silent or maybe
with just a word of encouragement

you know it’s over
when the wonder is no more
when a view out any window is fine
because nothing leads to a sliding door
one moment in time that could ripple open
because we did not defy odds
and I must turn to my final destination
I do not wish to walk.

3.7.21

The part that been holding on like waiting forced to leave the past and any foolish memory behind.
March 8, 2021 at 8:53pm
March 8, 2021 at 8:53pm
#1006040
Your words like gravity hover
above my head
your eyes like lead embolden
the gaze holding
staring through brightest sunlight only
obscured when I look to
images like the night
black ink matching stains on
my heart in bracken
your body like monuments precarious
hovers like falling
shadow a soul doused in
black particles that make me
invisible
to all who approach and dare discover
rubble beneath gleaming but
I love you

why?

3.5.21
March 8, 2021 at 8:52pm
March 8, 2021 at 8:52pm
#1006039
Another Day

A heart regulated by sound spun
Beneath a needle plying vinyl
Skating through grooves
Vibrated life into near-dead flesh

The narrow red railways soft
Beneath a hammer hovering glass
Sailed through waves
Splashing life into near-dead flesh

The wide blue byways crush
Beneath a body plying cotton
Still through night
Praying life into near-dead flesh

The hollow black nothingness thin
As a vapor before sunrise
Revealed
Just another day to replay

3.2.21
March 6, 2021 at 7:53am
March 6, 2021 at 7:53am
#1005902
My desire to sing to you
romantically, wistfully,
beautifully a tune I know
all too well
         bittersweetly longing
to coalesce our spirits
         but cannot
grasp, fathom
the words
to recitate, elucidate

my head lowing,
longing for you
sing the melody
to me

I'll learn, yearn
to know it
like you.

3.6.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:51am
March 5, 2021 at 12:51am
#1005843
The dagger
dripping with poison
drips black from the pen
you filled last night
exacted your revenge
on an ignorant lamb
who didn't intend...
but you knew what you were doing

I'll hand you the revolver
it's quicker, humane
to drain a bullet
from the chamb
directly into my brain
sparing five others for the cows

Do you kill for sport?
How do you eat?
unless I'm the buffet

Dine Well

3.5.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:26am
March 5, 2021 at 12:26am
#1005841
Late
         Spring
                    I
had to wait
then showers          late
would abate
now sun          now, now
no horse, no plow

Early Summer was good
I did what I could
to help you rise
         I surmise
You already had
your burial          unceremonious
Perhaps, the season cried
I
   Fall
           Soon


2.27.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:18am
March 5, 2021 at 12:18am
#1005840
One kernel down the gullet morphed me

one grain of truth
not the serum to cure
but seal me from the world still burning
rejecting
can’t see you, or feel you
with that growth in my gut

I could stare at a setting sun like a dull wall

spirits having flown into the hardened ground
an earlier burial
let me live
should I suffer who would mind
not me

my grave was long ago dug
let me just sing above it and not below
another night


2.26.21

We're all gonna die...why can't I live?
Cures for depression not the right fit...but what's another pill down?
March 5, 2021 at 12:14am
March 5, 2021 at 12:14am
#1005839
Soon Ancient

Notes to myself
Remembered --
Written
And unread
         Soon Ancient
Pieces of my mind
Scraps scrawled --
Ink and graphite
Barely discernible

Less understood

Eroding by oceans
         Soon Ancient
Serendipitously revealed
To the groggy head
Draining blood
From an organ to stain memory
In the ever present

Soon ancient

3.1.21
March 5, 2021 at 12:11am
March 5, 2021 at 12:11am
#1005838
Another Day

A heart regulated by sound spun
Beneath a needle plying vinyl
         Skating through grooves
Vibrated life into near-dead flesh

The narrow red railways soft
Beneath a hammer hovering glass
                   Sailed through waves
Splashing life into near-dead flesh

The wide blue byways crush
Beneath a body plying cotton
         Still through night
Praying life into near-dead flesh

The hollow black nothingness thin
As a vapor before sunrise
                   Revealed
Just another day to replay

3.2.21
February 28, 2021 at 2:28pm
February 28, 2021 at 2:28pm
#1005479
(With no cobbler)
a broken heel like a heart
I'll never walk again

Keys
depressing
mark time --
moments streaming within the spectrum of color
bleed out without refreshing rainfall or nourishment
for soul capture
by rhythm and harmony                    fading
playing slower
my waltz                     alone
spinning through
a lifetime of images
damning these eyes to materialize --
harden the stiff heart
a piteous organ                     burning
all its fuel too fast for refuel
to catch up with                     you

stall




2.25.21
RW 2.28.21
February 15, 2021 at 12:23am
February 15, 2021 at 12:23am
#1004508
random words i'll never reassemble
a jumble
a logjam
in a river going asea
(yet nowhere)
before calamity
the falls
rushing, roaring
reminding me
before another
precipitous water cliff
consumes
another eternity
(in my mind)
with each collapsing moment
my beleaguered head drawn
drowning
to a puzzled image
in the mirror
becoming aware of me
wading back to shore
to dry on sand
sprawling out
before night claims
my thoughts again


1.16.21
February 15, 2021 at 12:18am
February 15, 2021 at 12:18am
#1004507
made for glass
time scribbled flecks on my face
rubbed out charcoal smudges remain
in creases straying
to the corners chased
on yellowing paper skin
the medium changed
hiding words between the blue lines
incapable of even, straightness
a sun washes out reflectiontoo dull to reappear
to remind
the seasons it took for expressions
to sag
slow reckoning i suppose
how i got here to wonder why
or when im leaving
to see duller surfaces
turn my head away


1.20.21
rev. 2.14.21
February 8, 2021 at 8:39am
February 8, 2021 at 8:39am
#1003963
Merit Badge in Shadows and Light [Click For More Info] Hi Brian, Congratulations for winning 3rd Place in [Link To Item #shadows] with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1003963]. Rachel

the burdensome place

how a stone survives
beneath rock --
heavy obstacles don't crush,
but pin me down,
locked in
beneath the true surface.

even though I'm above ground,
I feel nothing in the black piling --
my words encased,
so small,
with the little visitors I could love
who crawl and rest atop
my hardened surface.

their entrails atop my soul
mark my essence --
within a dead place, and beauty,
until someone
lifts the cumbersome weight
to find me and toss me
to the ocean of dreams,
a place I have been.

if one would take time to note,
I've been there before --
don't toss me.
hold me. feel
my smooth surface. soothe
your own soul with me.


27 lines freeverse
2.8.21
edited 3.4.21



about not acknowledging experience as true beauty and burdening us to lay in the mud until some unforseen cirmcumstance can free us once more...obvious that the piling is designed to keep us in our place.
February 8, 2021 at 8:12am
February 8, 2021 at 8:12am
#1003961
questions designed
collect pieces of your soul
to reconstruct the main
and pick apart the weaknesses
questions so innocently framed
capture the essence of you
to reflect back on consumers
of your pale flesh

we cozy to dreams
embracing the very heart
of fools who want to be loved
by demons who bedevil
the waking hours spent
remembering how your core
was a tumbler picked
an empty safe gemless


2.8.21

be careful what you share of yourself. your love is good, not the details of how a fire fuels a spirit robbed of dreams.
February 8, 2021 at 7:58am
February 8, 2021 at 7:58am
#1003959
stop
etching in the frost
visions in words
waking in the gleaming glass --
thawing soon to reveal
rolling drops
captured and absorbed
to warp a wooden frame

eternal sunrises glaring
rediscover similar seasonal views
and others
striking the windows for escape
hands bleeding ignorantly
not trained to lift
the encasements,
frustrated by evaporating dreams


2.8.21
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