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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 ▼ |
I’m going to view this a few more times before I comment, share your thoughts here should you view and Want to comment. In the meantime, I’m reminded of something I recently opined in poem: "Primary Roles and Truth Within A Spectrum" Longer video by same professor, if you dare: |
| Informed, written while thinking I'm broken already. Cannot be destroyed, because one part still perfectly functions with love. Shattered Songs Words written atop my head She hammers like a nail. Passion strikes my hard anvil. Sparks fly to the weary breast, Weak from night odes dreaming For one with heavy sledge slung. Bell-rung-disaster for pensive organs Dark with the matting blood, The cavern insulates noise From ears deafened by life's blasts. The truest organ alive fires anew, Attuned by touch of blue instruments -- Compose bittersweet again. Shattered songs just vinyl, Forged by mother's steel last Forever. Maddening when your villain won't die, emerging re-inspired...? |
| I'm flawed Though you appear not witness. I glow Through the fatal cracks, bleed before I die. Should you clutch my hot corpse in your arms Give me your heart Until I am stronger. I'm marked Though I never was perfect for anyone. I shine Through the dull exterior, gleam before The night. Dream you'll hold my hand, walk out these woods Keep me safe A little longer. I'm already dead, aren't I? How long did you know, keep the mystery alive? I'm wrapped in something my blindness won't see -- Longed it would be your immortal arms. When the dawn comes And you're not there to hold me, will you sing? Can it be melancholy? You don't have to care, Just let me know you once witnessed me alive. I'm cold Though you never tell me so. I wonder If the chill arrived from your ventricles. If so There's hope of rescue from another who'll Keep me dreaming A little longer. 2.8.20 I'm done pandering to judges
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Rewrote this:
Original: I Don’t Know Your Name Heels clomp decisively echo in liquid air Eminent vanilla brushes past flared nostrils Penetrating brown eyes masked by miniature frames defeat the sloven shapes. Cast a gaze over this loathsome beast with your amber warmth Let fire breathing, sun glaring, stinging words incinerate me to the ground my pooled ashes lingering as you walk over me again and again. |
| Poets I Envy They write like an easy river Smooth as glass Gently gushing past Undeterred By jagged outcrop, rocks Crushed by time Driven down silt Heaved upon shores They drink rain, Merging with acceptance To sea, viewed By helpless me With no paddle To kayak. Yet, the sun is up And I want to try. |
Of Your Verses Somber, low I rise to your eyes. You thought me dead in bed, In this rumpled earth. I couldn't burst with thirst. I died sad. Was I mad? This dirt holds me fast. It hardens in your winter. It's a long season, waiting for the sun's revealed truth and Mother's love. Linger low, slow I will rise. Who buried me, set words free in my crumpled hell? I didn't thirst, just the worst. I'm glad I'm free of your verses. - written to Mad World by Gary Jules reluctantly wanting to be more open, honest as I am walking dead through this Internet scene. Truth doesn't set you free. For: "The Soundtrack of Your Life" |
| From Passages North at Northern Michigan University: Associate poetry editor Kenley Alligood on today’s bonus poem: I am thrilled to have the honor of introducing poet (and fellow Julien Baker fan) J. David’s work. This piece shimmers with color and surprise at every line. With a voice that is assured and emphatic while remaining tender and, at times, almost whimsical, “Letter to Death...” is a poem I can’t stop thinking about. LETTER TO DEATH ENDING WITH RED UMBRELLAS IN A FIELD after Emily Pettit you can call a yellow bird a yellow bird and mean the night i stopped loving myself it rained popsicles. you can say i caught you skipping moon-rocks across the puddle-jump of my heart and mean yellow birds scale trees as yellow birds do. once, i felt nothing and the bright balloon above the sky asked me to consider the source of all my unhappiness— i still want to know the dispersal mechanics of a dandelion and have conversations with hermit crabs about the glad gadget that is the heart. and sir, i don’t need to know why i’m here i just want to know where the red umbrellas came from. J. David is from Cleveland, Ohio and edits Flypaper Lit. They love Julien Baker. Jennifer Howard |
| This Car Makes Sudden Stops The car lurched Hard When I threw the column gear Without slowing To stop. The cup holder claimed my hot beverage Fortunately; My head spared from dash and windshield By hard neck, Anchored to a spine, Always shoulder-harnessed To imitation leather Bucket seats. Idle, The running car awaits Further instruction. I see a road Through glass tinted enough, But dirty From neglect. I see a passenger side floor, Refuse -- Castoffs consumed, Forgotten, Always remains. But road. What road? And where have I been? It's somewhere near dark. Have I realized yet? I never enjoy Finding a side drive, Make another Y turn, Redirect this gaze toward home. What's home? |
| purpose of bread bags winter of '69 snowfall so great, thawed a torrent. I was a puddle jumper, stomper, breaking ice dams; rerouting the flow in boots not made for icy slush. so, my dad saved bread bags to place over my feet. I heaved each wiggling truant inside the leaky rubbers, to help him remove snow and ice from the drive. |
| In the empty chat room a poet writes; His name a blaze by cursor pulsing, as he taps characters to life. In the empty chat room, only he witnesses the echoes of his musings. Wall bled dry of color flooded. Squalls of tears burst forth, Hush in a pool unstirred Where they drown in pale, Purposeless pixels. |
| This obtuse, underground language You forced me speak; irksome, I know -- Like the minds of children, Unable to express to the busied parent, In crisis, un-counseled Un-able to form sen-ten-ces Your ears disavow. Not ready, Never prepared to give answers -- A language you haven't mastered. So, you set me down, Crying. Regret yet having me? These languages; One learned, the other unreasoned, Linger beneath tongues Tied, idiocentric. I hide in the wall closet, Build forts with good blankets In your home Mortgaged; tied To offspring like me Who won't grow up fast enough, Move out. |
Like entering your craft that you emotionally invest a personal part of yourself before critics and judges and anticipate awards (the least of which is acknowledgement)...
I'm sorry if I'm obtuse. Such is the language of poet's indirectly inferring their meaning for you to ponder...or not (for the indifferent). |
| Fog nestled low in this snow Curls about like ghosts In dark, dull, iterated morn. Street lamps glow on them, Reveal unexpected eagerness -- My whim to merge in those drifts. Winter lingers longer than shadows. Disabusing coffee laps my lips. I cannot savor hot brew, so I cast one hypnotic eye out This fluorescent-smeared scene. Steam ascends divisive glass. Ghosts haunt this home. With spring will come the dew. But, will I rise from my bed? |
| Pearls I put no pearls in your clutch. In my gear do not dive For baubles deep in my chest -- Exhale where I recline On temperate gold-grained shore, Sipping shaken fare. Cool fruits ground alive glide, Paint my nubile tongue. Aware of seagulls eternal yearnings, Winds high in palms Synchronize with churning waves -- Whitecaps rolling, lulling, Rolling, lulling Slowing Down Time. Beach towel draped on My white, horizontal plane, I admire thinly disguised Bronze skin smooth ambling Toward destinations I long be -- Not here With you When you need twenty-five hundred words Soon. This isn't paradise Where be-frecked snots suck Juice from a box that miss A wasp-hovered drum. Shrill shrieks and splashes Spear air beneath Diving board groans. This isn't what I signed on for -- Cold blasts remind It's a short season No one even ice skates When winter comes Here Anymore. I need a new publisher. I get that it falls apart. Another day when my head is not wracked with...ugh. |
| Helium Escapes on my horizon, Leaks From my drowning vessel. Helium Lifts the young heart, Breaks Overinflated, floating Dreams. You were my liquid Glowing -- Energy for a weak heart Dying Alone. Helium Inhaled, an addictive drug. Helium Exhaled, wasted by many. I wasted a chance Knowing, If you could not be contained, Going Home Alone. Helium, Too precious to possess. Helium, I sought in dark recess. Helium Eluded my dull eyes. Helium, Gone as time flies. Where are you now my dark Glowing? Will I ever posses you Showing Love? Leaking, Gone Forever. Subtitle: my obit for you |
| Coins (Hidden Spaces) The first coin you coveted Saved A touchstone gleaming With restored memory Visions of a child who dared dream Stowed away from grim reality In a wall closet Blanket fort with Chocolate-covered Marshmallow cookie treats Comics and pillows A flashlight with dying batteries Sending signals To another dreamer Who would clutch Round silver Nostalgia And the proper reading material Hidden in sheltered dreams. Not true finish to the initial inspiration from this. Just thinking how clutching a few coins felt special as a kid. Coins seemed more valuable than paper currency. The associated nostalgia is how I liked to burrow someplace with prized possessions and be hidden. I don't know why I finished showing as a shared experience. Though, I did sometimes with a playmate or little brother. |
| Fragments of my mind tattooed on matchbook covers from borrowed pens heeding an obedient hand clutching -- stab -- at the heart of dreams ... fragments ... of memories of scrawled pleadings `` cover `` a nightstand, fill drawers with forgotten reminders stabbing at my heart through my head What was I thinking? I digress: I know I promised write you an opus (you're kind not to note) One man not a symphony There will be no performance today -- postponed -- when rhythms returning beg this composer sing your hymns at a solemn podium in vacuous theatre -- and the marquee read? 26 lines free verse 1.26.20 5.1.20 first edit 5.1.20 entered into Shadows And Light Poetry Contest did not place 5.20.20 next edit...5.20.20 good subtitle? why I may never submit Commentary on this poem: I want to write what others want to read, but I have to be true to my heart and my soul pleading for another to visualize the way I do. |
| Prose and Dead Men Tiger-striped flannel and matching ball cap, if slid askew, would remind living family of the old man -- sitting on the tailgate of his blue Ford, sheltered amid flocked customers and other vegetable growers. Cracking wise in the corner parking lot of the local farmer’s market, his hat true -- angled in the locked position, a habit I suppose from serving in military. Nicknamed Big John, missed death as a sentry in Guam by just one hour -- relieved of post before another throat slit, a nameless brother in arms I would not learn until I was a man. I scribbled these musings in secret journals, hollow words spun in my corner booth for hours at mic’ed readings where no one peruses the printed commitments amid pregnant pauses. My endless voice scratchings echo an arena choked -- with tears in my eyes not for him but some liberal heart bleeding, actualize the purpose of prose. 4.21.20 Flexible on where to go with this. Irony of a life lived transcribed by a life not lived in his shadow. |
In our soft wood His wedge drove Deft swung the sledge gleaming Through the heart Cleaving each hewn member The trunk of our maple -- Core dismembered and stacked One by one Burned to ash, lost In the fires of memory -- Buried beneath bare, Frozen earth Centuries 1.22.20 I wanted to expand, expound on this, but thought, maybe I shouldn't. Rewritten: Family Tree In our soft wood His wedge drove Deft swung the sledge gleaming Through the heart Cleaving each hewn member The trunk of our childhood maple -- Core dismembered and stacked One by one Burned to ash, lost In the fires of memory -- Buried beneath our bare, Frozen cemeteries Centuries to come. 5.6.20 |
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