tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9551706788897569472024-03-13T15:56:27.368-05:00Monica's MusingsMy name is Monica and I am a writer. This is my little corner of the net, along with my MySpace and Twitter. I'm not sure of my writing goals; I'm just trying to get it all out.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-76474558613260489632011-01-06T10:51:00.000-06:002011-01-06T10:52:57.543-06:00Celebration PoemIt's a new year, a new<br />chance at life. We can<br />start all over, try<br />new things, and<br />create new memories.<br />It's a new year-<br />a new start.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-63945940179874748712010-12-30T12:18:00.000-06:002010-12-30T12:19:39.132-06:0011.30.2010: Two for TuesdaysLessons Learned:<br />I never regret, I only<br />learn lessons. Every<br />experience, positive<br />or negative, is a lesson<br />for me to apply to my<br />life in the future. I<br />appreciate pas lessons<br />learned, and look<br />forward ro new ones<br />to make me a stronger,<br />better person.<br /><br />Lessons Never Learned:<br />Broke your arm while<br />skateboarding, banged<br />your head on the door<br />while running through<br />the hosue after your<br />daughter. You are never<br />going to learn, are you?Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-88659667273418205572010-11-26T09:46:00.000-06:002010-11-26T09:47:22.432-06:0011.25.2010: Animal PoemI want a pet, something<br />small, soft, cuddly.<br />Instead, we have a snake.<br />Two, in fact. They just<br />aren't that cuddly. I don't<br />care what my boyfriend says.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-57741878434786442222010-11-23T13:48:00.001-06:002010-11-23T13:52:03.783-06:00Two for TuesdaysForm Poem:<br />November has come,<br />at last, making itself known<br />with a chilling wind.<br /><br />Non-Form Poem:<br />I despise form poems,<br />I hate being confined.<br />I write how I want,<br />what I want, and<br />throw off the shackles<br />of your form.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-78016686367117837632010-11-22T08:53:00.000-06:002010-11-22T08:54:32.984-06:0011.18.2010: Palindrome PoetryTurning leaves gracefully fly,<br />dying flowers, graying sky,<br />glowing moon, howling wolves<br />under the wolves' howling moon,<br />glowing sky graying, flowers<br />dying fly, gracefully leaves turning.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-28712628853567852882010-11-14T19:49:00.000-06:002010-11-14T19:50:32.994-06:0011.12.2010: Forget What They Say Poem:Forget what they say<br />about heartache and pain,<br />disappointments.<br />Let yourself fall<br />headlong into love.<br />Close your eyes and<br />don't look down.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-82752998556758782212010-11-10T11:19:00.000-06:002010-11-10T11:20:52.043-06:0011.10.2010: Love PoemWords cannot express<br />how much I love you. But I'll<br />never stop trying.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-47080170392803311412010-11-10T11:16:00.000-06:002010-11-10T11:17:00.966-06:0011.9.2010: Two for TuesdaySlow Down:<br />I want to stop and<br />smell the roses as I<br />watch the clouds drifting.<br /><br />Never Slow Down:<br />We can never slow<br />down. Because if we do, they<br />will catch up to us.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-42578273447984142122010-11-10T10:47:00.000-06:002010-11-10T10:48:33.988-06:0011.8.2010: Agreement Poem:So we agree to disagree-<br />you will disagree with<br />everything I say, while I<br />will get angry and<br />stomp around the house.<br />We'll laugh, kiss, make up, <br />and repeat the entire process<br />in a few hours.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-75525826674947049852010-11-10T10:04:00.001-06:002010-11-10T10:05:36.984-06:0011.6.2010: Looking for _____ Poem:I am looking for the person you<br />used to be. The person who talked <br />books with me, asked my opinion,<br />rubbed my feet once and bought<br />me cupcakes for my birthday.<br />I am looking for him, but cannot<br />find him. Instead, I see you,<br />obnoxious, misogynist, man-boy<br />whom I don't even recognize,<br />who can't even decide if he<br />wants to be my friend or not.<br />There's just you. I don't even<br />know you.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-36180338590253462482010-11-09T13:23:00.001-06:002010-11-09T13:24:23.797-06:0011.4.2010: Containment Poem:The evening is settling in,<br />the breeze warm on our skin.<br />I watch her- long legs,<br />blonde hair, little colt-<br />as she catches fireflies.<br />I hold out the jar when<br />she runs to me, hands<br />cupped. We put her capture<br />in the jar and hold it<br />to the night, wondering<br />how many more for a lamp.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-21806710150790196142010-11-09T11:00:00.001-06:002010-11-09T11:01:17.770-06:0011.2.2010: Two for TuesdayReady to Start:<br />I am ready to start,<br />get this show on the road.<br />Pack up the car,<br />start then engine,<br />let's go, go, go!<br /><br />Not Ready:<br />I always put off<br />to the last minute<br />getting ready, as if,<br />subconsciously, I<br />don't really want to go.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-68344679600915018612010-11-09T10:39:00.000-06:002010-11-09T10:40:12.626-06:0010.27.2010: What I Love About____ Poem:What I love about you<br />is the way you make me laugh,<br />the way you cuddle up to me<br />in the dark, and whisper of love.<br /><br />What I love about you<br />is how smart you are,<br />the way you talk,<br />the way you see.<br /><br />What I love about you<br />is how you made me love me.<br />I can do anything, be anyone,<br />look any way in your eyes.<br /><br />What I love about you<br />is the way you love me.<br />Your kindness and support-<br />how you love me no matter what.<br /><br />What I love about you<br />is the way that we love.<br />With equality and respect,<br />friendship, our whole selves.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-65267884191793631322010-10-13T16:53:00.001-05:002010-10-13T16:54:47.881-05:0010.6.2010: "On the Other Side of the Fence" PoemOn the other side of the fence,<br />the house stands empty,<br />and is falling apart.<br />The grass is unmowed,<br />the green pool draws mosquitoes.<br />On the other side of the fence<br />is the face of foreclosure.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-23135916714963469102010-10-01T10:23:00.002-05:002010-10-01T10:26:30.535-05:009.29.2010: Emergency PoemMy hose has a run,<br />my dress a stain,<br />my heel is broken.<br />We have to cancel dinner.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-17324655848058711932010-09-16T11:00:00.000-05:002010-09-16T11:01:03.916-05:009.15.2010: Person PoemFor my teacup:<br /><br />My Grandma, my teacup,<br />is small, it's true.<br />But so ready to cheer up,<br />so full of love for you.<br /><br />My teacup, my grammy,<br />lovely and kind,<br />silly and sassy,<br />never far from my mind.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-13175330471935763012010-09-16T10:43:00.000-05:002010-09-16T10:44:47.387-05:009.1.2010: Set the World on Fire PoemI smelled the gasoline-<br />everything was drenched.<br />He stood on the peak,<br />and flicked the Bic.<br />I held my breath-<br />it didn't spark.<br />It began to rain.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-4716357049970299282010-09-16T10:39:00.000-05:002010-09-16T10:40:03.044-05:008.25.2010: Whatever____ PoemWhatever happened to quality<br />tv? Sitcoms, game shows, good<br />entertainment? Where did all<br />of this "reality" come from? It's<br />not even real! It's all just <br />bad writing. Don't books and <br />the outdoors just look<br />so much better?Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-39893603055129053292010-09-16T10:14:00.000-05:002010-09-16T10:15:20.266-05:008.11.2010: As I was Saying PoemAs I was saying<br />before being so rudely-<br />oh look! A kitty!Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-45642248744548786452010-08-26T12:47:00.003-05:002010-08-26T12:57:04.855-05:00I'm back. I think.Have you missed me? I've missed you! So, I have had writer's block for a while. And I know everyone has their own beliefs about writer's block. But, I believe it exists, and I go through it from time to time. Richie has generously offered to give me writing assignments to unblock me. My first? A two-page, single-spaced paper on puppies. Seriously. So came <em>The Inalienable Rights of Puppies.</em> Debating publishing it on here.<br /><br /><strong>Quote of the Day:</strong> "If you have powers, cultivate them. The work of dping it willbring you as much satisfaction as you will ever get. The huzzahs of the public don't mean anything. That's the aftermath- you've been paid and satisfied if you are not selfish and greedy long before that reaches you." ~Ames, Sister Carrie, Theodore Dresier<br /><strong>What I'm Reading:</strong> The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-13115576548200273502010-08-26T12:45:00.000-05:002010-08-26T12:46:37.772-05:008.4.2010 Poem: Shopping PoemI do not shop for clothes,<br />jewelry, handbags, shoes.<br />These are not my creature<br />comforts. I shop for books,<br />yarn, film. These are the<br />items that give me relief,<br />warmth,comfort, love.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-69110343729848483282010-07-20T10:23:00.000-05:002010-07-20T10:24:00.172-05:007.14.2010: After the Rain PoemAfter the rain, all is still,<br />the air is heavy, and a mist<br />rises from the grasses. Birds<br />chirp, softly, unsure if all is<br />clear. A chill touches my<br />bones- I shiver.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-43299660205080317992010-07-06T10:19:00.000-05:002010-07-06T10:22:22.982-05:006.23.2010: The Meaning of______ Poem:The meaning of freedom<br />is different for everyone.<br />For some, to say what<br />they want without <br />fear of execution.<br />For othes, to move<br />freely througout society.<br />For others, to love<br />and marry whom they wish.<br />For still others, it is<br />to go to school and work.<br />For me, as a woman,<br />it is all of these.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-49515265563064601772010-06-16T10:42:00.001-05:002010-06-16T10:42:47.200-05:006.16.2010: Stuck PoemYour laugh makes me smile,<br />Your touch gives me chills,<br />Your ringtone makes my heart beat faster.<br />I am stuck on you.<br /><br />You say anything to make me laugh,<br />You send me sweet texts,<br />You take such good care of me.<br />I think you're stuck on me, too.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955170678889756947.post-70391626476351331162010-06-08T10:16:00.002-05:002010-06-08T10:19:55.992-05:00UntitledI sit in the dark,<br />in the very near dark,<br />one lone candle burning.<br />The cold blade sits in my hand,<br />mocking- too chickenshit to<br />actually do anything- my <br />body aches. I look at the<br />dancing candle flame, then<br />back at the glint of metal<br />in my plam. The dull ache<br />in my head becomes sharper,<br />stronger. The metal feels<br />good against my warm <br />arm. A rustle- I look up,<br />and you are there. The tears<br />begin, but I cannot stop<br />them, or brush them away.<br />You sit, silently, and bury<br />your face in my hair. The<br />blade is taken from my<br />fingers, and I am pulled<br />against your heartbeat.<br />Arms envelope me, the<br />tears stop, and I sleep.Monica the Authorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17201730970659678416noreply@blogger.com0