11.30.2010: Two for Tuesdays

Lessons Learned:
I never regret, I only
learn lessons. Every
experience, positive
or negative, is a lesson
for me to apply to my
life in the future. I
appreciate pas lessons
learned, and look
forward ro new ones
to make me a stronger,
better person.

Lessons Never Learned:
Broke your arm while
skateboarding, banged
your head on the door
while running through
the hosue after your
daughter. You are never
going to learn, are you?

11.25.2010: Animal Poem

I want a pet, something
small, soft, cuddly.
Instead, we have a snake.
Two, in fact. They just
aren't that cuddly. I don't
care what my boyfriend says.

Two for Tuesdays

Form Poem:
November has come,
at last, making itself known
with a chilling wind.

Non-Form Poem:
I despise form poems,
I hate being confined.
I write how I want,
what I want, and
throw off the shackles
of your form.

11.18.2010: Palindrome Poetry

Turning leaves gracefully fly,
dying flowers, graying sky,
glowing moon, howling wolves
under the wolves' howling moon,
glowing sky graying, flowers
dying fly, gracefully leaves turning.

11.12.2010: Forget What They Say Poem:

Forget what they say
about heartache and pain,
disappointments.
Let yourself fall
headlong into love.
Close your eyes and
don't look down.

11.10.2010: Love Poem

Words cannot express
how much I love you. But I'll
never stop trying.

11.9.2010: Two for Tuesday

Slow Down:
I want to stop and
smell the roses as I
watch the clouds drifting.

Never Slow Down:
We can never slow
down. Because if we do, they
will catch up to us.

11.8.2010: Agreement Poem:

So we agree to disagree-
you will disagree with
everything I say, while I
will get angry and
stomp around the house.
We'll laugh, kiss, make up,
and repeat the entire process
in a few hours.

11.6.2010: Looking for _____ Poem:

I am looking for the person you
used to be. The person who talked
books with me, asked my opinion,
rubbed my feet once and bought
me cupcakes for my birthday.
I am looking for him, but cannot
find him. Instead, I see you,
obnoxious, misogynist, man-boy
whom I don't even recognize,
who can't even decide if he
wants to be my friend or not.
There's just you. I don't even
know you.

11.4.2010: Containment Poem:

The evening is settling in,
the breeze warm on our skin.
I watch her- long legs,
blonde hair, little colt-
as she catches fireflies.
I hold out the jar when
she runs to me, hands
cupped. We put her capture
in the jar and hold it
to the night, wondering
how many more for a lamp.

11.2.2010: Two for Tuesday

Ready to Start:
I am ready to start,
get this show on the road.
Pack up the car,
start then engine,
let's go, go, go!

Not Ready:
I always put off
to the last minute
getting ready, as if,
subconsciously, I
don't really want to go.

10.27.2010: What I Love About____ Poem:

What I love about you
is the way you make me laugh,
the way you cuddle up to me
in the dark, and whisper of love.

What I love about you
is how smart you are,
the way you talk,
the way you see.

What I love about you
is how you made me love me.
I can do anything, be anyone,
look any way in your eyes.

What I love about you
is the way you love me.
Your kindness and support-
how you love me no matter what.

What I love about you
is the way that we love.
With equality and respect,
friendship, our whole selves.

10.6.2010: "On the Other Side of the Fence" Poem

On the other side of the fence,
the house stands empty,
and is falling apart.
The grass is unmowed,
the green pool draws mosquitoes.
On the other side of the fence
is the face of foreclosure.

9.29.2010: Emergency Poem

My hose has a run,
my dress a stain,
my heel is broken.
We have to cancel dinner.

9.15.2010: Person Poem

For my teacup:

My Grandma, my teacup,
is small, it's true.
But so ready to cheer up,
so full of love for you.

My teacup, my grammy,
lovely and kind,
silly and sassy,
never far from my mind.

9.1.2010: Set the World on Fire Poem

I smelled the gasoline-
everything was drenched.
He stood on the peak,
and flicked the Bic.
I held my breath-
it didn't spark.
It began to rain.

8.25.2010: Whatever____ Poem

Whatever happened to quality
tv? Sitcoms, game shows, good
entertainment? Where did all
of this "reality" come from? It's
not even real! It's all just
bad writing. Don't books and
the outdoors just look
so much better?

8.11.2010: As I was Saying Poem

As I was saying
before being so rudely-
oh look! A kitty!

I'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 The Inalienable Rights of Puppies. Debating publishing it on here.

Quote of the Day: "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
What I'm Reading: The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan.

8.4.2010 Poem: Shopping Poem

I do not shop for clothes,
jewelry, handbags, shoes.
These are not my creature
comforts. I shop for books,
yarn, film. These are the
items that give me relief,
warmth,comfort, love.

7.14.2010: After the Rain Poem

After the rain, all is still,
the air is heavy, and a mist
rises from the grasses. Birds
chirp, softly, unsure if all is
clear. A chill touches my
bones- I shiver.

6.23.2010: The Meaning of______ Poem:

The meaning of freedom
is different for everyone.
For some, to say what
they want without
fear of execution.
For othes, to move
freely througout society.
For others, to love
and marry whom they wish.
For still others, it is
to go to school and work.
For me, as a woman,
it is all of these.

6.16.2010: Stuck Poem

Your laugh makes me smile,
Your touch gives me chills,
Your ringtone makes my heart beat faster.
I am stuck on you.

You say anything to make me laugh,
You send me sweet texts,
You take such good care of me.
I think you're stuck on me, too.

Untitled

I sit in the dark,
in the very near dark,
one lone candle burning.
The cold blade sits in my hand,
mocking- too chickenshit to
actually do anything- my
body aches. I look at the
dancing candle flame, then
back at the glint of metal
in my plam. The dull ache
in my head becomes sharper,
stronger. The metal feels
good against my warm
arm. A rustle- I look up,
and you are there. The tears
begin, but I cannot stop
them, or brush them away.
You sit, silently, and bury
your face in my hair. The
blade is taken from my
fingers, and I am pulled
against your heartbeat.
Arms envelope me, the
tears stop, and I sleep.

5.26.2010: Ways to____ Poem:

There are so many ways
to break my heaert,
and you seem to hit
on most of them-
lesser ways, sure,
but how long
until you hit the
biggest way of all,
and break my heart
forever?

5.12.2010: Monster Poem

Something lurks under the bed,
in the closet, in the darkest
corners of my room. I cannot
see it, or even smell it.
But I can certainly hear it-
hear its breathing, hear its
heartbeat. Sometimes I even
feel its hot breath on my
face when I sleep. But
when I sit up, I can see
nothing in the darkness,
but I can hear it- hear
its breathing, hear its
heartbeat, and I know
it is watching me.

4.28.2010: End of the Line Poem:

There's nowhere to go from here.
No forward, no back. Left or
right, up or down. We have
reached this point on our own,
and now we must face
whatever comes next.

4.27.2010: Two for Tuesdays

Hopeful:
Every day the sun comes up,
the flowers open,
the birds sing, and
it's another day
I'm still alive.

Hopeless:
The darkness is never-ending;
the sun doesn't shine for me
anymore. My days are
numbered. The sky grows
dreary, the rain falls, and
vegetation dies.

4.25.2010: Song Poem:

"Hold Tight" - Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich

Hold tight to me-
we're going for
a wild ride.
Through the city
streets, fast as
the car can go.
The night is ours-
hold tight.

4.24.2010: Evening Poem

The sun fades slowly,
the moon isn't out yet.
Notes of jazz float
across the wind. The
swing creaks- you sigh.

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Exhaustion Poem

My mind is heavy,
my body drags,
resisting every step
that pulls farther
from bed.
My eyes fight to
focus, and still
I press on.

4.20.2010: Two for Tuesdays!

Looking back:
They say not to look back,
but it's good- for reflection,
to learn lessons, to move on.
It's important to never forget,
and to do this, we must
occasionally look back.

Not looking back:
I cannot allow myself,
to look back. If I am
ever to get over this,
if I am ever to move
forward, I can only
look ahead.

4.19.2010: Poem about Someone

The customers at my bank
are a varied group-
some know what they are doing,
others are clueless.
Some are like old friends,
others still barely speak,
even after two years.
I see them more than I see
anyone else in my life.
They can cheer me up,
or bring me down,
but they are always there.

4.15.2010: Deadline Poem

I have five days to write this paper.
I have to wash my car.
I have four days to write this paper.
I think I'll go for a hike.
I have three days to write this paper.
My friends brought over a stack of movies.
I have two days to write this paper.
I am really hungover.
I have one day to write this paper.
I still have time.
i have four hours to write this paper.
Where did the time go?

4.12.2010: City Poem

St. Louis, Gateway
to the West. City where
I live, home that I love,
The history, the diversity,
the culture, the people.
Urban planning, parks,
people watching. The
city lights may not be
as bright as New York's,
but they are warm and
welcoming.

4.11.2010: The Last

The last puppy to be born,
the last one to be adopted,
the last addition to my home,
the last love of my life.

4.13.2010: Two for Tuesdays:

Love:
Between any two people,
a feeling of trust, compassion,
understanding and safety
can exist. To know warmth,
to know security, to know
friendship and comfort-
this is love.

Anti-love:
Slaps, kicks, insults,
shouting, anger, jealousy,
possession and control-
this is not love, but hate.

4.10.2010: Horror Poem

(For Missy)

I sit in the dark, the film ghosting
across my pale skin. I clench
my eyes shut, and shudder.
Such a mess on screen: guts,
gore, and screaming. Although
I love to be frightened, I don't
love the feeling of losing my lunch.
I want a psychological attack,
not an intestinal one. I want a
movie to terrify me, not make me sick.

Tool Poem

There's always a
relentless banging,
me pushing a
stubborn nail
into a wall to
hang a lovely picture.
Then there are those
times when I must
yank the nail out
with my legs.
Some days you're
the nail, but
I am always
the hammer.

March 17, 2010: Story Poem

I open my eyes in the darkness.
Above me, the smallest glimpse
of light. I want to drink in
that light, to bask in its warmth.
I push upwards, but the darkness
clings fast. I refuse to panic,
to give up. I use all of my strength
to claw, push, squirm, and wiggle
my way to the surface. So close,
so tired. With one final burst
of all my energy, I emerge from
the cracks in the pavement, shake
off the mud, and spread my petals.

Obnoxious Poem

Every time we make a move,
they counter it. They say they
are protecting this country, but
all they are doing is
hampering progress. No one
has been able to stand up
to them and say,
"Enough."

Candy

My dearest Candy,
I must give you up.
It's Lent, and I've
chosen to leave you
behind. But have
no fear, my sweet,
I shall return for
you in forty days.