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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 ▼ |
| cut off from our favorite place while we're wheeling through the old neighborhood places we could travel now in our heart, in our head we find the familiar a little worse for the wear a bit smaller when we stood up taller, eyes to that future in the destiny of minds kept away from the origin of dreams we once had together, in those summery haunts graves that bury young hearts as destiny tore minds apart 9.18.20 |
| I witness again another season's end the gentle divers get spun around like clowns, find the ground where they surround I explore the sky wonder why so dry, bled by unrelenting wind the sun hides, peeks over the neighbor's fence at sunrise, at sundown i wonder the purpose of rakes, compilations curbed, the few vagrants captured, hurled, laughing like freedom Do they think they escape with no reason do they know the dry season sends a red warning on the horizon before we wash white with emptiness everywhere. Goodbye 2020 Good riddance 9.18.20 |
| Just for this moment I get it, Emily -- how a poet needs solitude to consider these things unheard above a din -- at the kitchen table -- down the busy hall -- out in the street humming beyond the malls and restaurants and places where people are conforming to bright distractions and incessant conversations about: color of hair, style of wear, tabloids shouting out beware of celebs everywhere I see your reclusion and admit I cannot get away from it even in this opaque room where they wheeled me in fourteen years ago on life support, thinking I'll die if I don't write a novel and one by one, I shut out each distraction until I had no friends at all. Ahhhhh, or is that me sighing because I could not escape the one thing that's been holding me back all along... I'm walking away now. But, I will be back. My brain is fists for their pillow that they kindly don't employ to snuff me out. 9.18.20 |
| songs 4 u songs on a loop inside my head the soundtrack to my life somber some melodic others dully repeat in my mechanical state and then there is today the sweetest clips of harmony and notes filling a once addled brain today, a symphony of sounds I share with whomever will take a seat just wish I could sing it aloud but the amplification system lacking, sounds like... quacking...or barking...or I haven't even made a sound but i'll get it down i'll keep tracking these little ditties inside my brain each stress on each note I translate, I convert a special blend from -- within -- one day on a stage played -- without -- informed by love for you "Note: songs on a loop inside my head the soundtrack to..." 9.17.20 |
| Hope is the thing shotguns aim at Hope is a shotgun Hope gets dinner Spitballing... hope hunted i took shelter in a welcoming tree, drawn out, speckled plumage growing fresh feathers, squawked my awkward tune. seed meant for brighter songbirds, i gobbled in content in the colored, yellow spaces at dawn. warmed by currents to commune amid odd ducks who somehow swam with swans and would bloom beyond flamingo waders harvesting plentiful shellfish. i crowed from shadows of sheltering branches, hopped to the edge of limbs with view afforded of all inhabitants preening. hope, ruffled in cold, shrill winters, invisibly howled. soiled leaves, couraged by color, tacked to bare ground where I spent too long, refining an awkward song. through seasons weathered, why don't i fly? hope consumed joy in a small heart, planted in seed scattered? lead from a bullet fed i couldn't feel in my heart? confined in the safety of dry branches, foolish to feed myself hope, trust the outstretch hand, i rest, matted in a cold nest of dry stick and mother's collections. melt away from me, the years it took to consider hope is the thing that steals dreams, starve a misguided bird that can't inform its feathers. |
| the falsehoods when you present words from your mouth I only stare at the framework rather than the art. when you offer your unconditional love I only stare at the release and envy your grace. I wandered through your world, dipping toes in glimmering pools specked with golden light. I journeyed to tall peaks, shouted loud to the purple fields shorn with fading sight. when you offer bounty from your lips I only wonder if they kiss like a Judas. when you purge free words of devotion I could drown in a white sea from the highest mount. I'll not owe you a thing, if I die away from false sanctity that won't paint me. this would never be our reality. BLOG: "SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days" POETRY BLOG: "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life" 2020 WDC Heart Throb Poet "Time-Kissed (Heart❤️ThrobPoet Award)" |
| i stand here on the edge of the universe hoping gravity will fail, knowing you won't catch me should i go flailing toward that magnificent sun, so strongly compelling a soul to be absorbed by brilliance, knowing i don't have a chance to prove my worth, when you need something on good faith, when really it should be the reverse in your slickly devised world where i climb cliffs, dare and shout, as if canyons could hear echoes of years of self-doubt, when i edged further out until i could see a dream burning for me, eternally like damnation; flesh for the fire of your desire, should i fall off. it's torture for a magnetic one who looks longingly, blindly... 9.9.20 as the song informs... |
| spent kill me interesting way to hold a dagger finish me dead wield experience to my uninformed heart alive you dispatch a desperate soul enticing would be villain my heart strike you'll never finish me off that way wrists still bleed no place for this blood gushing out streets red fed no, i'm not really dead. your had your chance my turn dance I'm stabbing at words in the dark, how do I find the heart? you're done playing your part. It's time to dig your grave. 9.9.20 |
| half way and still building that summit i saw miles ago i travel to. i never near that ocean placed between us -- lack a boat. this theme is building in my heart. the story of the solo traveler on a journey to no where -- no destination in particular, unless the story finds me here. the theme is building in my soul. too weary from thoughts of hills and dales, my mind slopes. i see a river below and no boat to row. no story is brewing. better put it on the back burner until another time, drink my coffee and then whine about how i never tried because i never set true goals to get you to meet me half way. 9.9.20 12.28.21 edit |
| It hurts too much to pursue you I trust that you're inside my head So many seasons you come and you go without anyway to know how to capture you yet. It hurts to believe in what is unseen, but I still have dream until this naightmare ends. You have been the one constant on the horizon begging my eyes to believe, that you could be attained, life with no refrains plays on inside of my head, now dead. I know that I seem to romanticize, but what else have I got to give or reason to live? To pursue you was not the best choice that I could have made, but what other reason to try once you caught my eye. A blazing diamond with blue Do I regret? screeeech!!! dead end (guess who, again?) 9.9.20 |
| I listened to him cynically speak from our dinner table the man who repressed and withheld from me spewed on about the rulers who obviously wielded their power over him in this world I survived, so far a world so dark for a man who had acted like he had no fear but knew to stockpile his earnings in a bank and in bonds for sixty years long while I lingered in hand-me-down rags and survived on meals prepared from the finest discount ingredients I listened to worst case scenarios about how we could lose our liberties with life if we didn't chose to live more safely cautious as a nut job storing a lifetime of winter food in a tree He died and left it all to me. Wheeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! Sorry that I didn't share. He might have been right. 9.7.20 |
the silencing properties of snow ice flat serves the black skin smooth gliding, sailing on masses roaming a warming sea. snow tacked to orange feet toddle, hopping, flopping in an clear ocean heaving thick tides. when we make land i will build a fire for us with hands bare to the arctic blasts that slow, and lay flat on this ground, recall childhood and the silencing properties of snow. home alone in a fort i called igloo, in a tight gray and black parka, a hopping bird reveled microscopic jewels gleaming. wind-tossed, the dry crystals glimmer amid a sun bluster, peer in, as if they could crack the air -- the swirling divide, a tempest of white. found with my angels, above the sky howls, a bellow from behind the heavy door, come eat soup and crackers, drink cocoa. 9.8.20 6.24.21 edit to fix "'blustered sun' peering" to "'sun bluster' peered" 33 lines, for nothing in particular, just in case. Title borrowed from a line and episode of Atypical. It imagines me imagining me a penguin in childhood. sorry to give it away. |
| he said if you don't like it you can leave. what did he mean? I tucked it all in with a decision to make -- prove my worth or feel shame for something I couldn't comprehend. why wasn't I worthy? why wasn't I needed? where is the value in abusing myself to prove that I deserve to be treated better? that doormat you scrubbed your shoes on -- that was me. I just laid there and took it, feeling my fibers becoming more resilient with each scraping -- sucked mud from ignorant shoes heeled to you, dried to a fine dust, shook out. he doesn't seem to recall the impact he had on me that day -- why I still choose to bask in the sun's warmth, eat dirt, rather than find another place to hang out, ignored and forgotten. I'm bonded to cement by tears tucked on the underside I'm not Mr. Brightside There's no end game anymore. I'm just a rug stowed away, waiting for a warm, sunny spot residing somewhere near my heart. 9.5.20 {/hide} I've never told anyone near my stoop about this. Not sure I knew how to end this for a story that is never ending, with a narrative controlled by the cold one. Not sure why Mr. Brightside. That song probably doesn't apply. |
| This was a second place winner. two 1st place Daily Poem winners for start of September: "Rooftop Psycho" "Daily Poem 1" Are you rare? visibly, purely red, breached by no other color, a diamond of such purity, cut into shape of definitive existence? They twist the story of your rarity. We know of your deliverance, unearthed by miners, just as common as any other gem, owned by one company that sets the price on beauty, properly marketed.  You could be alone. Like no other, placed upon a porcelain hand given by an ignorant other, who mines for gems to trade, relies on a purveyor of gemology. The keeper of the rarest beauty stands behind a glass counter with a lens for these things, mounts dreams on one proper setting -- the lie of true value which credit cards must exist and depend. Swipe! Now go get hitched, fool, so you can stop being alone. It might as well be an artificial construct. Daily Poem -- Day 4 9.4.20 31 lines, shape poetry Poem about being alone using words: diamond shape twist deliverance SECOND PLACE |
Rooftop Psycho Dancing in the rain with my switch blade out Laughing on the rooftop, he hears me shout Singing with the thunder, I might be dead Body struck, urged like lightening to the head I wish I was afraid to express myself Never want so much to be on a shelf Tears mix with acid downfall, don't know why Moving with a rhythm, barely have to try Singing on the edge, a concrete universe Dark as heavens that urge me to rehearse Dancing in a storm with thunderbolts on Don't care if I risk making it 'til dawn Dancing in the rain with my switchblade out Screaming words in night, intoxicated lout Flailing every limb, my legs lifting higher Look up to the downpour to set me afire When this rain ends and the sun slowly rises I get up off the roof, over with my crisis Tear my tee off, splash puddles as I'm running Straight to her arms for passionate loving Maybe I'm afraid, I'm schizophrenic psycho My electrocuted soul knows a place where I go To the rooftop access to plead with the sky Dance to a god witnessing why I still try Instead of suicide Which I'd never try 9.2.2020 26 lines, rhyming DAY 3 of Daily Poem |
| I got a feeling I'm going to write a blog entry for the 20th birthday celebration of Writing Dot Com I got a feeling that I'm going to be rewarded sharing these words in community at Writing Dot Com Where else can you go to write to your heart's content? Where on the internet be accepted for being who you're meant? Where in the wide world a writer with so little hope can stay and find like-minded fools who'll play these endless word games? Tonight is gonna be a good night because I've written down all these words I have for Writing Dot Com Tonight I'm going fly to the moon and back with a song in my heart to share with my good friends at Writing Dot Com And the silly part of this all I was able to write this down before the end of the song on Writing Dot Com The End Brian K Compton 9.2.2020 BLOG: "SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days" POETRY BLOG: "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life" |
rainbow morn   a grease puddle rainbow rippled, greeted him on the cement. buffeted breezes mussed his rainbow hair. across the street he came to view a colorful field. in panorama his vision soared beyond a dew-lit yellow sea, frosted pink, near sunrise. he reached the rainbow box to clutch white mail. labels lovingly adorned rectangles sorted in hand, one by one. turning to look upon trees sheltering a small house, above shutters dappled rainbow wings fluttered in colorful, cooing delight. the wind stung as it might. he stepped over the remains of a rainbow night to rest on the porch stoop with a glass jar light be-dimmed, yearning comparison to morn. it shattered his illusion. much to this early delight, it was rainbow, too. 9.3.20 9.11.20 25 lines, freeverse For Stormy's Poetry Newsletter contest with all prompt words used: soar rainbow wings delight field sting colorful wind Original POEM without all the color and highlighting: ▼ WC Winner 7.21 ▼ |
| Now testing to see if you're watching The hook, line and sinker Drop below the surface Just above is the red bobber... There's a link to the world today Staring up at me so innocently, While I'm enjoying a view From kitchen window with A sip to savor my coffee. Just another day. More click bait. Go away 2020. I've had my fill. Unfortunately, More than I Can digest. 9.1.20 Can't be bothered with evaluating punctuation today. |
| Name it what you will... The worlds where I reside are imagined The worlds I spent years crafting now dying The worlds where I cannot reside don't exist The worlds in my mind clearly delusional Where is the visualization to live in reality? Where is the maturation to accept I live alone? The worlds that are fading were reality The worlds constructed safe havens The worlds sunsetting blind forcing me to leave Where is the hand in this dark to lead me out? 8.30.20 With youth, bliss ignorance. And, where are you now, of a different perspective? TOP 35 ALL-TIME Writing.Com AUTHOR: Rank 32nd, 8/2020 BLOG: "SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days" POETRY BLOG: "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life" 2020 WDC Heart Throb Poet Most Talented Author 2011  2009 North Star Award eternally dead in this world |
| Seasons In Soil (to my daughter with regrets) I cared for you throughout all the seasons, Tended to care all of these years And still see you struggle In this soil, with the sun’s love. It’s still a mystery how Something once so vibrant That produced the most beautiful blooms Witnessed, So ripe, fertile And tender with hope, Could hang so low before me. In all the years, Throughout all the seasons With joy I have feared You might wither before me, That you might not rise To meet the white-puffed blue sky From this humble earth Where I planted you. I linger over Springs enjoyed together, Summers in my heart, The bittersweet farewells of Autumn Before I packed you in With offerings of the maple’s love. You nestled with those friends. Now I watch leaves That slowly form to stick, Prone to curl and hide Immature in any shadow After the last frost; Some spotted black From the briefest drought, Do not shelter with buds. A few blooms unfold awkwardly, Eaten by starving beetles I shoo away. Maybe, I lack The love you need to bloom Again and again Like you once did, and yet I cannot give up on you As I’m your only gardener. You’re a mystery I yearn To solve, and one day Learn to understand. 8.30.20 Got the idea...yes, you guessed it, while tending to my garden. |
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