Path’s End
Where is the yellow brick road
That’s in a child’s dream?
Where is the line between
Morals taught/ Lessons learned?
Where is the blue horizon
Just as the storm arrives?
Where is the starry night sky
Just as dawn’s born?
Where is the gingerbread house,
That’s in fairy tale land?
Where is the dream of forever
That’s at path’s end!
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Showing posts with label being. Show all posts
Friday, April 30, 2010
APRIL 30, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE ( THE ENDING)
For today's prompt, write a letting go poem. The poem could be about letting go of a relationship; it could be about letting go of anger; it could be about letting go of a tree branch; or it could even be about, yes, letting go of this April challenge. There are so many things we can let go.
The Ending
always and forever is the time
which I am in your heart
no matter where
no matter when
I am forever your girl
when I am touched by you
my heart quakes
my skin quivers
my soul is consumed with a loving feeling.
my time is not yet right
my love is not here
I am awaiting the ending
so my beginning can come
to share the feelings I posses
the warmth I have to give
and it belongs to you
for I am and will always be
forever your girl.
The Ending
always and forever is the time
which I am in your heart
no matter where
no matter when
I am forever your girl
when I am touched by you
my heart quakes
my skin quivers
my soul is consumed with a loving feeling.
my time is not yet right
my love is not here
I am awaiting the ending
so my beginning can come
to share the feelings I posses
the warmth I have to give
and it belongs to you
for I am and will always be
forever your girl.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
APRIL 21, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (ACCORDING TO)
For today's prompt, take the phrase "According to (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Example titles might be: "According to Bob," "According to these instructions," "According to the government," "According to the sun," etc.
April 21, 2010
According To:
According to the Gremlins
Hanging off my earlobes
I cannot get it posted today
According to the Mother
It is proclaimed that I am always wrong
According to the doctors
Mom needs a feeding tube
According to mom’s appetite
At the nursing home she was not being fed
According to me (being wrong)
The nurses were just lazy
According to her weight gain
I must be doing something right
According to Medicaid
Mom should not have gifted her monies
According to the system
She should get it all back
According to economical times
The money is long since spent to survive
According to Medicaid
Mom is denied services, just sent home to die
According to the children
They complained that I was an absentee mother
According to the shrinks of County Child Services
The boys were never touched
According to my Québec weekend vacation
Years later, one child did confess
According to the years of bad behavior
Their uncle got 10 years
According to my dentist
Soon I’ll have no teeth
According to x boyfriends
I have bad wiring in my head
According to the shrinks
I am working with half my brain
According to my doctors
I need to lose lots a weight
According to my mirror
I am still 112lbs, but
According to my scale
It just pops and screams
According to the coroner
He could pronounce me dead
According to my Pop
I was his Pocahontas, a graceful, barefooted, free spirit
According to my old man
I must be part redneck, with bare and dirty feet
He does not see the Pocahontas in me
According to my Presa Canario (135lbs dog)
I take up too much of my own bed
According to my lover
I am insatiable in between the sheets
According to some of my actions
I’m sure to burn in Hell
According to some others
I’ve guaranteed a right hand seat next to God
According to my life
Maybe Purgatory will just do.
According to the self
It is ordained that I am always right.
According to my life’s story
It sounds like I’ve been in therapy for years
According to my sanity
Writing is all that saved me.
April 21, 2010
According To:
According to the Gremlins
Hanging off my earlobes
I cannot get it posted today
According to the Mother
It is proclaimed that I am always wrong
According to the doctors
Mom needs a feeding tube
According to mom’s appetite
At the nursing home she was not being fed
According to me (being wrong)
The nurses were just lazy
According to her weight gain
I must be doing something right
According to Medicaid
Mom should not have gifted her monies
According to the system
She should get it all back
According to economical times
The money is long since spent to survive
According to Medicaid
Mom is denied services, just sent home to die
According to the children
They complained that I was an absentee mother
According to the shrinks of County Child Services
The boys were never touched
According to my Québec weekend vacation
Years later, one child did confess
According to the years of bad behavior
Their uncle got 10 years
According to my dentist
Soon I’ll have no teeth
According to x boyfriends
I have bad wiring in my head
According to the shrinks
I am working with half my brain
According to my doctors
I need to lose lots a weight
According to my mirror
I am still 112lbs, but
According to my scale
It just pops and screams
According to the coroner
He could pronounce me dead
According to my Pop
I was his Pocahontas, a graceful, barefooted, free spirit
According to my old man
I must be part redneck, with bare and dirty feet
He does not see the Pocahontas in me
According to my Presa Canario (135lbs dog)
I take up too much of my own bed
According to my lover
I am insatiable in between the sheets
According to some of my actions
I’m sure to burn in Hell
According to some others
I’ve guaranteed a right hand seat next to God
According to my life
Maybe Purgatory will just do.
According to the self
It is ordained that I am always right.
According to my life’s story
It sounds like I’ve been in therapy for years
According to my sanity
Writing is all that saved me.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
APRIL 20, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (TO REMEMBER / SHOULD I GET IN)
2010-4-20
To Remember
For a all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Are always within the wind's
Echo of the past
The begotten's
Never to be forgotten
Always to be remembered
For all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Of life
Is only for you to remember
___________________________________
Should I Get In?
If you stopped
And I got in
Could we travel?
Never to look
Back again?
To leave this
Life, which we
Have now been
Stuck in?
Could you close
This chapter?
To begin another?
Leave and not
Ever look back?
Never say it
Was I who
Took you away!
From the familiar
Comfort zone
We built together!
Would you love
Me, as I do you?
Is now, never
To be true?
If you stopped
Should I get in?
To Remember
For a all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Are always within the wind's
Echo of the past
The begotten's
Never to be forgotten
Always to be remembered
For all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Of life
Is only for you to remember
___________________________________
Should I Get In?
If you stopped
And I got in
Could we travel?
Never to look
Back again?
To leave this
Life, which we
Have now been
Stuck in?
Could you close
This chapter?
To begin another?
Leave and not
Ever look back?
Never say it
Was I who
Took you away!
From the familiar
Comfort zone
We built together!
Would you love
Me, as I do you?
Is now, never
To be true?
If you stopped
Should I get in?
Sunday, April 18, 2010
APRIL 18, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (TO BE ATTACHED)
2010-04-18
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "To (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "To the left, to the left," "To write or not to write," "To Kill a Hummingbird," "To the Doghouse," etc. There are so many possibilities.
To Be Attached
God has given
All
A rainbow of colors
To draw upon
It is our choice
On what side of the spectrum
We utilize.
To combine,
And color
The world around us
Producing one’s aura
To be attached
To God’s brilliant light.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "To (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Some examples: "To the left, to the left," "To write or not to write," "To Kill a Hummingbird," "To the Doghouse," etc. There are so many possibilities.
To Be Attached
God has given
All
A rainbow of colors
To draw upon
It is our choice
On what side of the spectrum
We utilize.
To combine,
And color
The world around us
Producing one’s aura
To be attached
To God’s brilliant light.
APRIL 17, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND) (10,11,12,15,17 COMBINED)
2010-04-17
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
APRIL 14, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BACK WASH ISLAND)
2010-04-14
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Island," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. You could do a well-known island, such as "Treasure Island," "Ellis Island," or "Total Drama Island." Or you could make up the name of an island. Or you could even have a long drawn out title, such as "You'll never get me on an island" or "If I were on a deserted island."
Back Wash Island
The backwash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
Hunched over, gazing upon
The gifts the wave carries in.
I walk along the beach
In silent contemplation
Collecting the treasures
And ocean’s discards.
Peace and tranquility are the sounds
Cooing and caressing the shore.
The ocean’s natural gifts given freely,
As the back wash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
As it silently cleanses my soul.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Island," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. You could do a well-known island, such as "Treasure Island," "Ellis Island," or "Total Drama Island." Or you could make up the name of an island. Or you could even have a long drawn out title, such as "You'll never get me on an island" or "If I were on a deserted island."
Back Wash Island
The backwash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
Hunched over, gazing upon
The gifts the wave carries in.
I walk along the beach
In silent contemplation
Collecting the treasures
And ocean’s discards.
Peace and tranquility are the sounds
Cooing and caressing the shore.
The ocean’s natural gifts given freely,
As the back wash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
As it silently cleanses my soul.
APRIL 13, 2010 POEM A DAY (HARBOR OF LOVE & LONELY SONG SUNG) "TWO FOR TUESDAY"
NOTE DAY 10 11 12 15 IS ON DAY 17
2010-04-13
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Two for Tuesday time!
Here are today's two prompts:
1. Write a love poem.
2. Write an anti-love poem.
Harbor of Love
I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar
My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.
2010-04-13
Lonely Song, Sung
There is a lonely song
Written from deep within my soul
Where love ceases to exist
And sorrow is my only friend
Yet within this lonely song
I sing…
Of a perfect love
One to take the sorrow away
Yet as this love replaced my sorrow
It gave instead such fear
Only I am not singing of the future
I know it is only my past
Of a love for a man
Who must take control
Through fear and pain…
The love which I sing
Is now and forever lost
Which brought nothing
More than an induced nightmare
I sing my song
Of a sorrow which I befriend
So many years before
Now the love I thought is shown
Is another of fear and pain…?
Is this song of sorrow for myself,
Wanting always to be love?
Or is it the cruel world,
I am forced to live in?
All I can do is sing of sorrow,
Of a love I will not find
For each love I believe in
Only causes fear and pain.
2010-04-13
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Two for Tuesday time!
Here are today's two prompts:
1. Write a love poem.
2. Write an anti-love poem.
Harbor of Love
I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar
My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.
2010-04-13
Lonely Song, Sung
There is a lonely song
Written from deep within my soul
Where love ceases to exist
And sorrow is my only friend
Yet within this lonely song
I sing…
Of a perfect love
One to take the sorrow away
Yet as this love replaced my sorrow
It gave instead such fear
Only I am not singing of the future
I know it is only my past
Of a love for a man
Who must take control
Through fear and pain…
The love which I sing
Is now and forever lost
Which brought nothing
More than an induced nightmare
I sing my song
Of a sorrow which I befriend
So many years before
Now the love I thought is shown
Is another of fear and pain…?
Is this song of sorrow for myself,
Wanting always to be love?
Or is it the cruel world,
I am forced to live in?
All I can do is sing of sorrow,
Of a love I will not find
For each love I believe in
Only causes fear and pain.
APRIL 9, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (FREE SPIRIT)
2010-04-09
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Other artists study themselves to create compositions (not all of them exactly flattering either), so it is only natural that poets, who are word artists, write self-portrait poems from time to time. In fact, some poets make self-portrait poetry "their main thing." For at least today, make it yours.
Free Spirit
I am the soul that belongs
To no one and everyone simultaneously
I am that being, that is
Inhaled and exhaled
As easily as all require oxygen
I am the seer of the fortune,
Like the sunken Titanic
Seeing all and giving nothing
I am the wild gypsy
Dancing with No spotlight
As the full moon hides
Behind a heavy veil of clouds
I am that free spirit
Mother always warned you about!
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Other artists study themselves to create compositions (not all of them exactly flattering either), so it is only natural that poets, who are word artists, write self-portrait poems from time to time. In fact, some poets make self-portrait poetry "their main thing." For at least today, make it yours.
Free Spirit
I am the soul that belongs
To no one and everyone simultaneously
I am that being, that is
Inhaled and exhaled
As easily as all require oxygen
I am the seer of the fortune,
Like the sunken Titanic
Seeing all and giving nothing
I am the wild gypsy
Dancing with No spotlight
As the full moon hides
Behind a heavy veil of clouds
I am that free spirit
Mother always warned you about!
APRIL 5, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BEING VS.SOUL)
2010-04-05
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a TMI poem (or too much information poem). As with all prompts, there are a number of ways to come at this one. You can make it about gossip or revealing too much personal information. You could write an information overload poem. Or...well, I'm interested to see what everyone produces.
Being vs. Soul
Affable - I am to all
Upon the nebulous of the soul
Yet stilted within appearance
The old rejuvenate ego
Becomes impromptu
Within one's havoc being
Soliloquy echoes
Perverse to the bland ostracize
Candor expressions
Relinquishes devoid of memory
Advent upon injunction
Of the bicameral fact
Being vs. soul
Which is which?
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a TMI poem (or too much information poem). As with all prompts, there are a number of ways to come at this one. You can make it about gossip or revealing too much personal information. You could write an information overload poem. Or...well, I'm interested to see what everyone produces.
Being vs. Soul
Affable - I am to all
Upon the nebulous of the soul
Yet stilted within appearance
The old rejuvenate ego
Becomes impromptu
Within one's havoc being
Soliloquy echoes
Perverse to the bland ostracize
Candor expressions
Relinquishes devoid of memory
Advent upon injunction
Of the bicameral fact
Being vs. soul
Which is which?
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