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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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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](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/type-Poetry-2180.gif)  August 28, 2006 this blog opened ▼
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 ▼ |
| Another Hopeful Sunrise Hazel eyes peer over this dark horizon, glow like morning arriving; rising high on moon-disturbed crests curling that fall away, shimmer-intensify, blind my silence. Light bends back, splits open the sky -- blue hurtling over my lonely vision, invisibly escaping with last dust of night. Circumpolar giants roam -- mere glints hurl soft white form like new tides bright before I walk from this retreating shade, back to bed to dream another hopeful sunrise. 7.8.20 Quiet in these parts... |
| White Blossoms Purity of Truth Pure white radiance/ your tender firm juts and spurs collect the amorous yellow and black/ innocence lost seasons ago/ essence beckoning youth/ foolish now/ return Lost cherry visions/ glowing harvest hung/ anchor steadfast like prizes at carnival/ beg aimless capture/ puerile hearts fling arrows greedy with glee/ true misses/ pure Blossoms ignored/ driving past trees sagging more each day than the last/ forgotten like truth/ virtue of unskilled marksmen drives to market for fresh produce 7.7.20 |
| i sought divine eyes. i divined the searching looks angling for someone -- some one who angled for truth within my delusion. i caressed perfect skin -- skin caressed perfectly by a rough, angry heart -- a rough anger heartless, begging delusion be truth. and then she kissed me with willing eyes diving deep into my jaded orbs deflecting truth from a new reality -- i could love and throw it away -- throw away love because i do not believe in truth -- kiss and caress roughly like an angry heart, because i did not divine true love. 7.6.20 Written to Creep by Radiohead TOP 40 ALL-TIME Writing.Com AUTHOR: Rank 36, 07/2020 BLOG: "SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days" POETRY BLOG: "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life" 2020 WDC Heart Throb Poet: "Note: Congratulations! [Image #2112528] ..." ![Merit Badge in HeartThrob Poet
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| Saw a post in newsfeed and started fishing to learn more about these lyrics: Seventeen coal-black horses, hitched to a rubber tied hack. Seven girls going to the graveyard, only six of them coming back. Traditional Irish Folk: The Unfortunate Rake (Lyrics) As I was a walking down by the “Lock” As I was walking one morning of late Who did I spy but my own dear comrade Wrapp'd in flannel, so hard is his fate Had she but told me when she disordered me Had she but told me of it at the time I might have got salts and pills of white mercury But now I'm cut down in the height of my prime I boldly stepped up to him and kindly did ask him Why he was wrapp'd in flannel so white? My body is injured and sadly disordered All by a young woman, my own heart's delight My father oft told me, and of times chided me And said my wicked ways would never do But I never minded him, nor ever heeded him I always kept up in my wicked ways Get six jolly fellows to carry my coffin And six pretty maidens to bear up my pall And give to each of them bunches of roses That they may not smell me as they go along Over my coffin put handsful of lavender Handsful of lavender on every side Bunches of roses all over my coffin Saying there goes a young man cut down in his prime Muffle your drums, play your pipes merrily Play the death march as you go along And fire your guns right over my coffin There goes an unfortunate lad to his home Updated in Jazz Style: St. James Infirmary Louis Armstrong (1928) I went down to the St. James Infirmary Saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So sweet, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can look this wide world over She'll never find a sweet man like me When I die, want you to dress me in straight-lace shoes Box-back coat and a Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So the boys'll know that I died standin' pat Cab Calloway Version AND AGAIN -- Folk Style: St. James Infirmary Arlo Guthrie It was down in Old Joe's barroom At the corner by the square The drinks were served as usual And the usual crowd was there Now on my left stood Big Joe McKennedy His eyes were bloodshot red And as he looked at the gang around him These were the very words he said: "I went down to the St. James Infirmary I saw my baby there Stretched out on a long white table So young, so cold, so fair" Seventeen coal black horses Hitched to a rubber-tired hack Seven girls goin to the graveyard Only six of them are coming back Well let her go, let her go God bless her, wherever she may be She may search this wide world over And never find another man like me Oh, when I die, just bury me In my high top Stetson hat Place a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain To let the Lord know I died standin' pat I want six crap shooters for pall bearers A chorus girl to sing me a song Place a jazz band on my hearse wagon Just to raise hell as we roll along Well now that you've heard my story I'll take another shot of booze And if anyone here should ask you I've got the gambler's blues And yet, I can't help thinking of: |
| Coronaviridae He gave you bleach, and you would dare drink? Ingest that formula, go maskless like a fiend into a paper-thin night. Your tele-evangelist, dividing us from fake news, misled you because a lemming lacks true sense of direction. He inoculated against the theories of science, became superhuman to a defiant generation as science applied logic to errant philosophies while humble veterans died from hydroxychloroquine. On your sandy beaches this summer getting hammered, utter your truths again and again. Does not easily flow like the keg tap to and from the native tongue of hypocrisy. While you wait for black screens to illuminate your organized projectile- animated fare, drink bleach and shut up, or sit on that tavern stool spinning philosophies, arrogant genius inept -- spread your theories like the snowflakes, like a dusty, thin vapor, invisible to the unknowing as they wheel out more victims down dark halls, friendless and alone, one by one through ICU to untimely death; or, forever diseased, life shortened, linger like leaches latched to the tender, pink lungs. 1) Some people who become ill with COVID-19 can also develop a bacterial infection as a complication. In this case, antibiotics may be recommended by a health care provider. There is currently no licensed medication to cure COVID-19. If you have symptoms, call your health care provider or COVID-19 hotline for assistance. 2) The prolonged use of medical masks can be uncomfortable. However, it does not lead to CO2 intoxication nor oxygen deficiency. While wearing a medical mask, make sure it fits properly and that it is tight enough to allow you to breathe normally. Do not re-use a disposable mask and always change it as soon as it gets damp. * Medical masks (also known as surgical masks) are flat or pleated; they are affixed to the head with straps or have ear loops. 3) Spraying and introducing bleach or another disinfectant into your body WILL NOT protect you against COVID-19 and can be dangerous Do not under any circumstance spray or introduce bleach or any other disinfectant into your body. These substances can be poisonous if ingested and cause irritation and damage to your skin and eyes. Bleach and disinfectant should be used carefully to disinfect surfaces only. Remember to keep chlorine (bleach) and other disinfectants out of reach of children. 4O Drinking methanol, ethanol or bleach DOES NOT prevent or cure COVID-19 and can be extremely dangerous Methanol, ethanol, and bleach are poisons. Drinking them can lead to disability and death. Methanol, ethanol, and bleach are sometimes used in cleaning products to kill the virus on surfaces – however you should never drink them. They will not kill the virus in your body and they will harm your internal organs. To protect yourself against COVID-19, disinfect objects and surfaces, especially the ones you touch regularly. You can use diluted bleach or alcohol for that. Make sure you clean your hands frequently and thoroughly and avoid touching your eyes, mouth and nose. Donald Trump Watches TV and social media (like you) for information rather than read and respond to daily information provided by his crack staff, constantly in flux and reassignments. But, John Bolton has an axe to grind, so. Read between the lines. https://www.who.int/emergencies/diseases/novel-coronavirus-2019/advice-for-publi... https://www.ucsf.edu/news/2020/02/416671/how-new-coronavirus-spreads-and-progres... |
TOP 40 ALL-TIME Writing.Com AUTHOR: Rank 36, 07/2020 BLOG: "SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days" POETRY BLOG: "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life" 2020 WDC Heart Throb Poet: "Note: Congratulations! [Image #2112528] ..." Most Talented Author 2011: Shadows And Light Contest (21 awards), 1st Place Poems: Best of Rising Stars: 2018 2012 2017 2010 2009 North Star Award |
| I don't want to be a pretender in your rooms -- instructed to remove shoes, and ruled how we were supposed to play in his carpeted den. light shining on your face, you engaged the needle on your dad's phonograph, with its diamond tip. fifteen, alone, after school, our games began to bend another way. I learned to sway. you taught me moves learned from friends at school. Love Me Tender faded lonely and alone in a wave of record scratches, winding. our pelvises touched on the waking shores. a new game of tag with soft lips, your eyes led me that way, naturally, knowing a silent rule -- tender was not love but fire aflame. tongues repurposed dove deeper. our (e)motions, a new music. I knew I never wanted to play any other game before you sent me home that day, eternally away. I still see you in your carpeted rooms, socks cast off. I still see the your eyelids' shutter, emit amber light -- two perfect gems honed and ready to ply vinyl vibrations. I told you I would not be a pretender and must live on alone -- 15, after school. 7.3.20 21 lines not written to any prompt or for any contest, but the approval of eyes knowing |
| Heaven on earth, the earthly tulips briefly brighten the front row, once obscured (last summer) by two full maples that stood guard, shaded your now full sun-soaked home, the pre-heating oven. Blasted cool rooms darkened, as windows in full lock down curtain against a powerful, impervious orb. Your shelter begs you not to look out at those fading blooms in eternal heat. Shred the arboretum and compost giants of health that abutted my half grown tree, now exposed (thanks to you), and sweat each year in loose garment if you dare. Your lush green, stridently layered by mow, pities my dandelion jungle and patched earth. Will you ever dare walk on those lush blades, flattened under foot? When I toss a blanket beneath my black locust in shade it affords, with summer lemonade swirling? The only canopy you see are wayward clouds with, hopeful, rain. Don't kill trees for petulant flowers ever again or reach over the border fence to trim my hedges. 7.2.20 7.3.20 How many lines was that? Screw it. 2020 WDC Heart Throb Poet: Shadows And Light Contest (21 awards), 1st Place Poems: 1st Place, Taboo Words: Best of Rising Stars: 2018 2012 2017 2010 2009 North Star WinnerJust to name a few. I don't pad my Community Recognition, as everything I earn by trying to prove my worth as a writer and supporter of writers who seek self-improvement, as I do. My ego modestly accepts any privilege offered as acknowledgement of my effort to be a virtuous author foremost.
Critically unacclaimed, as I see it. I won a few battles, but not this war.
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Like a leap of faith 10 stories high from a cloudless apex to his hot love below, a black sea warming with a rising sun peering -- not as high as the lone perch two rubber-soled shoes plied, bending on the edge. From this vantage, beauty seldom witnessed in isolation, quiet. From this solemn summit he could dive, but no arms of forgiveness would grasp a melting soul vaporized. The black would not receive him, as the horizon gave up its blaze. No yellow warmth left as the small objects merged with the light -- mindless movements in the emptiness below. The sea subsided, as he reversed course to a quiet stairwell door -- locked. Call for help or proceed as planned? No provisions to survive the tarred-roof-oven top -- he could cry out, or give the audience a show. 7.1.20 7.10.20 edit Got the idea from reading someone's May contest entry that I considered reviewing. Actually, not even what their subject was about but saw something between the lines that inspired the opening scene. It took off from there. |
| Fulfilling the minimum obligations is easier than striving to be your best when it is deemed not good enough. When the horizon is at a fixed distance, you'll never reach. Rest and enjoy the view provided to you. Whether you man an oar boat over that treacherous sea or sail first class on a sleek ocean liner racing toward a setting sun, you'll never arrive. So, why not strive to take it all in, then cast that gaze on the solemn ground lingering beneath two planted feet that one day will merge with earth. Harvest with your eyes and feast on the barren home of fruitless desire. 6.29.20 Delusion is free to consume, if you still want to dream awhile more. Sizing people up and counting the number of bullets I need, a completely analogous and unspecified statement not related. |
| Animals fed bones of appeasement are not kindly collared as pets whether beautifully bred but fed as savages who will nap at your feet would allow a pat for obedience Dehumanized beasts under-estimated devour the scenery, chew Pavlov's set, capable of introspect of what is circumspect Your slippers are fair game, if I am your beast.
6.29.20 I'll develop this further. It's obvious, but could use a fuller appreciation of metaphor and theme. |
| Lavender Buttons The Clematis exhaled and darling Buttons popped... To the mulch lavender kisses fall -- disassembled, fragmented -- In the acidic red bath -- a clutter atop a barrier to green blades defiantly piercing anything, anywhere. Gathered, the silk ears elegantly crowd jagged crystal purposed after a life hidden from dust in a glass amphitheatre -- in the corner hutch -- a haven similar to your mother, soon a withering stock. She returns next spring with your siblings too precious to waste on sober, gray eyes. If only I could inhale your bounty afresh, sew my Buttons back on, so you could eventually meet. Shrink in brilliance, reposed in glass bed, knowing, I loved you. 6.26.20 6.28.20 31 lines, freeverse |
| I am not the source of sunshine. I could soak in rays wherever spread -- but in my orbit, no position. Spun on axis, speeding light years away from the center of this space shared, I see yellow warmth bathing deserving others, overfed beyond spacious purgatory -- a satellite told, behave like us, or not be counted in our system. I cast my eyes ahead to the lonely arc gaping, furthered toward deepest dark, when I’m fed the most beautiful view away from you. In my lonely view — sated. Sparkling future infinitely lays now before me, free floating from magnetism that could never compel me to drink your radiation like sunlight. 6.24.20 sunlight = padded community recognition
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| What Will I Type? Sober after my first cup I stare at a wood, oval top perfect for plates, evenly spaced, decorated with folded napkins of whatever design and the purposed forks, ornate spoons married at their side, hidden from the seldom-used but dutiful butterknife, erect at attendance. Perfect for that, but what I see are a collection of folded statements and letters with windows empty, mingling with scribbles and scratchings on errant notes, a purposed power cord attached to an iPhone next to an empty, stained white cup. The reading glasses are not to be found. So, I type on this illuminated distraction wide with characters and connected despair. What will I type tomorrow?
I recently read other noteworthy poets I've had the pleasure of connecting with (in the real world) and reminded I want passion in my writing, not just prose broken into lines to punctuate colorfully depicted anecdotes from life. I want more out writing than a flat vignette that passes for poetry; but, a deep, subdural connection to ignorant, hidden regions of a flailing anatomy full of uncompromising chemicals bathing its psyche. Gah! I hate where that last sentence went...but, I'm not changing it. And, I'm not apologizing. Suck it, Neitzsche! “Man’s misfortune was that he was once a child.”  |
| When the dark tide turns -- tumult from the deep disturbed Black spoil surfaces where the moon intensely casts luminosity, scans these lonely beaches -- amid -- tossed driftwood, weed entangled combers scour, overlook agates like me -- pearls begging capture on your stroll but, I'm a rough gem soon clutched by a child, feebly hurled toward a pale sky -- cast into the rolling, deep blue, swallowed another century or two of drowning, yearning lunar might magnetically, howeverly, expel me during some dark purge -- a former truant of your shores. 6.20.20 6.29.20 edit Brian, why so many dashes? and the introduction of 'howeverly'. set to learn. |
| My love for you has to be stronger than your doubt for us. Little moments I let slip away you no longer clutch. I thought you had the string. Our beautiful craft could fly away. Disparaged on this ground with two who won't agree how to lift -- makes me yearn to be weightless again. That stronghold in my heart firms in our waning hours -- holding you like a kite, remembering how beautiful our flight. We soared before. In the many hours captured, escaping like helium I breathe in -- with lasting, ever-expanding lungs, comes belief I can refill you with our love. 6.20.20
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| Is there room in your world for someone awkward in and out stumbling through your heart's threshold? without humility, but wants to craft the words he believes that you will realize -- will summit -- truth we both seek? Did you disengage before my rambling words, this solemn confession, could tumble into that algorithm -- and you say, not how it works. Love isn't fumbling to unlock a combination, but serendipity -- not a conceptual construct but a beating between two lingering beneath the flesh that grows truer until synchronized. Each advance on the journey, I chose magnet to your steel, hopeful with your back turned we'll connect. There's never any doubt in a weather-worn, rust-resistant, orange-dust heart we'll always be polarized. 6.14.20 6.19.20 after some time to consider indifference |
| In the church of broken hearts, soul-crushing amid them -- aisle-divided, humbled souls cast eyes to directed idols, daily relive shame: self-persecuting, yearning divinity, bereft of some forgiveness, but infer -- think about what we have NOT done to serve better. My alms won’t salve everything. You wear the white frock, rise above the sanctuary in the nave instruct the naïve sheltering eyes from distorted rays oozing through stained, bubbled glass. In this warm-scene-amphitheater, we must forgive ourselves before you for impure thoughts and ignorance, because we have not cracked ancient code reprinted in your bibles, translated from dead words to entreat me, them -- to inform confusion we are never worthy, lost without whatever baptismal water you can spare on dry skin. When I came through your pearly barricade, I needed someone to hold -- and still I seek, yearn to believe there is some sanctity left for this grubby, worthless one, labeled. Your eyes are not what I need. 6.14.20 6.29.20 edited 33 lines, since you have not enough fingers and toes |
| My second poem in two years will be published this summer in Bramble, a Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets quarterly publication. "the light show" was created thanks to Stormy's Poetry Newsletter contest, based on her prompts. (link pending)Another poem "Invalid Item" was previously chosen by different editors at the same literary magazine.I've been rejected three or more times since 2018ish. I don't submit much.
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| Evaporation Point Smashing eggshell into the side of a red, Teflon pan blazing -- the flat, iron land not yet hot enough. Skull imploding, already dead when finally delivered to evaporation point, during our nuclear winter. My empty remains discarded, unborn I ride inside man-made, coated steel. Slither and fry, yellow at the core, a baby who never arrived -- just one of 12 crated at factory, carried home from that morgue called the grocery store. |
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A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
― Paul Cezanne
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