Staccato


Ok I’ll admit, that word tripped me up. So I just used it as a title , since I rarely use titles for my poems. It was another late night poem. I had no inkling how this poem would go, just follow my instincts and with a good dose of passion. Got have passion in the poems and if you are really brave. Dance on the edge of of it. Yea, you might get bloody on it.

But at least you are wonderfully free !!!!

Grammar errors are unintentional and Enjoy!!!!!!!!

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                      Staccato

No more of my wandering petulant I -

Oh, lets us latch on the last sweet lover.
After all, this night is cold and young.
and death too, does not like the cold wind.

Then tomorrow, exile all the billowing thoughts
and shadows of dreams darting between the hours.
As if, all was that simple at the dusk hour, when this I
will always be the curved fuses of the rebellion.

Plead innocent, plead guilty, never mattering
with the black hangman noose you loved before.
Or was this day for the metallic glint of a gun?
Screams and cold steel do fabricate those thoughts.

Oh never mind – the accusations will decay back
into an atom, along with the white scars of winter.
I simple want to live and maybe love a life but that too -

is dubious dream to cradle and love into a spring day.

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Wordle 41

No such thing as bad photos, just future artworks!

Ah yes! there’s nothing like watching a poem you had misgiving, come together  tonight quite beautifully. Oh course being a woman, certain time of the month sometimes doesn’t help the poem getting to it’s final form last night. It was one those night, what did I write because the pages were so messy. But it does a great job of giving it a nice sharp edge when I wrote it.

So here is Wordle 41   As always grammar errors are unintentional and enjoy!

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Enough of my frozen serenity
that permeates in these fields of flesh.
Give this I – the first born of anguish.

After all, isn’t it always true ?

That everybody is dancing on their sweet graves
as we breathe in and out the day’s crisp minutes.
And for tonight, can the snowflakes be reborn
while the flames of time adds ashes to ashes.

Did I startle or shock somebody with the lines?
There’s always some soul who can walk backwards
and then walk forward, erasing all that was born
between those words and the quarter turn of the earth.

Yes to be childlike again, so the sinless joy is a grace.
That all is safe, as heard in a faint parent’s voice
after a night gone wrong in a child’s sweet eyes.
And I -

can stop being the tyrant and simple cry the tears.

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Lol

I found this in my spam comments

Hrm, Not the best post unfortunately. Sorry to be so blunt! You should try some Norwegian carrot cake ( ) to cheer you up instead.

And you need to get a life!!!!!!!!!!

 

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Monday’s this and that

Ah it was nice weekend, especially when the main boss calls you up and tells you the library is closed for the day. It was snowing wonderfully when I got up. Got about 4-5 inches of the nice powdery kind. That kind does make it easier to shovel.

Now it’s raining and taking away my snow :( Honestly, can’t we just enjoy it for a couple days.

But what top the snowfall. Finding out that my branch manger, will be back to work on Feb 13. Watch us get a blizzard on that day. Now that would be funny!

Sadly I have to wait another year to see the 49ers go to the Superbowl. Looking forward to seeing the Patriots beat the crap out the Giants  :-) All I can say about the Giants they got in the Superbowl by sheer luck. And sadly, I live in the Giantsland. Ugh!!! Speaking of sports -

I’m missing my auto racing terrible!!! I think the 24 hours of Daytona is this weekend. Yes!

Glad to that rejoin my The Sunday Whirl poetry group. Nice to know I was miss by a few members. I still have to read everybody poems tonight.So I’ll end this post here.

 

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Wordle 40

Surprise, surprise I managed to get this poem done in an afternoon. That’s very rare for me. I’ll read everybody poem tomorrow. I have the 49ers game on.   Hopefully they win this game. I want them to go to the Superbowl!

Enjoy!!

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And what shall we do?

With these whispering stories of the I
Can they be charmed into the scattering
of the ashes from a funeral pyre?

No,no – can’t do that. For they are
the shards of life, not cutting but lost.
Instinct says goodbye and the heart
urges you to find them and be whole.

Just ignore the coming footsteps of time.
Who like a child, can’t tell time from a clock.

Then again, too bad we can’t be scalded
in the light of God and its white glory too.
Whatever name he or she claims that day.
Something has be higher than a winter’s sun.

Ah yes, turn to another lined paper, letting
the new story become the sister of lies.
One can be blessed and wonderfully forgotten.
by the next time I hold the crescent moon.

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Snow and snow and more snow!

Yes!!!

Snow finally!! If all goes right, might have about 7 inches of that wonderful stuff! For a winter that has been lacking of late. I’ll take anything right now. The timing of the storm is in my favor to getting a day off too. Yea, I don’t work tomorrow. Rather spend the afternoon working on my puzzle or revising poems.

Speaking of poems, it’s always great to clean out my desk drawers. Found couple stacks of poems that need my attention.   Good thing I keep a list of of all the poems that I finished. I’m going need it for these stacks, they are really poems that serious need my attention!

Last thing, may the 49ers beat the crap out of the Giants.

I WANT THEM TO GO TO THE SUPERBOWL!!!!

I promise I’ll have some kind of artwork or photos for the next blog post!

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I’m back

Did anybody miss me, probably not ;)

Yes it’s been awhile since I posted a poem for the group. Life and a wayward Muse got in the way. Threaten the Muse to take my lightsaber to his lightsaber. Life is just life but I’ll be glad when the boss gets back from sick leave.

Really hoping 2012 is a better year. Yet I managed to write and revise 66 new poems. Yea, I’m bragging because it didn’t seem like I did that many.

As always, grammar errors unintentional

Enjoy!!!

Is it vain to dot all the dormant stars
with red and purple hearts to give them life?
Or is better to kneel on the surface of pain.
Maybe that’s the resolution for this craze year,
all plan out by the hearts of the circling planets.

And yes – I’ll be the spectacle that everybody
want to reel in and silence her crisps words.
But I only contemplate the crossed truths
who depths I too, want to reel in and let go.

Yet, no resolution was written out for that.
So I’ll vainly dot all those stars dormant stars
with purple and red hearts that I can reach.

But for this world -

I want to be the flames that burns away
the words of all these coming prophecy.
Leaving the blue sky for the night to claim
So I can hear my lover sigh and not have to
say prayers that might save my dammed soul.

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