Tag: Poetry

Chores

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I sit at my desk
the hum of the a/c in my ear.
I long to be free
to go to the beach for a year.

I want to walk across
a rustic collection of boards
nailed in such a way
as to carry me to the shore

I want to kick off my shoes
feel the burn of the earth
through the hot soft sand
as I run for all I’m worth

I want to feel the sideways slide
as the sand gives way
hearing the gulls laughing
as I stumble, fumble and sway

I want to pick my spot
up on that beach
stake my territory with a towel
just out of the water’s reach

I’ll shed my clothes
to lay on the sand
feel the breeze over my skin
like a lover’s hand

and when the sun’s blaze
becomes to much
I’ll head to the water
for it’s chilly touch

it will cool my skin
and toss me about
only to rock me gently
as I work my way out

in the water’s depths
I will float and dream
of mermaids and Neptune
and scary aquatic things

I will go back to that towel
on the sandy shore
pack up my bags
’til I can come back for more

There are things I must do
before I can return to the shore
Cause life’s not a beach
unless you finish your chores.

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Shadows

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I once walked in shadows
Not lost, but aimless
Not lonely, but alone
Not broken, but bruised

Now I walk in the sun
Warmth and love surrounds me
Its light allows me to see

Where I once was aimless,
there is a path
Where I once was alone,
I am no longer
Where there once were bruises,
are signs of healing
and Hope has replaced complacency.

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Come Dance

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Catching the poet
At work and at play
As they put pen to page
Their frozen words on fire

Silent roads they build
Endless places they go
With bleeding pens and
Retractable hearts
Their strokes
Painting life with words

All those things they say
To give your heart wings
To capture the moments we miss
creating photographs with words

Like stealing glances of life
In a virtual coffee shop
Of all the glittery little things
A self portrait
Of a species living together

These crazy dreams we dream
So that new stars may shine,
That secret place we keep apart
Because deep are these solaces we hide
Where words are left to play alone
Echoing endlessly

They let the pipers play on paper
They capture the marching
of our individual beats
The best of every
season of our Lives
That we carve into
the woodwork of our hearts

So what are you waiting for?
I find myself right now
wanting to join them
For you to say “and what
Is this? Whatever in the world?”

Well, Don’t just stand there!
Good grief already, join us
Put your pen to paper
And come dance with words

This piece was written in response to a poetry writing exercise. I don’t have the original list of words, but the usual was to select 5 or 10 from the list, and use them for inspiration. I always like to use the entire list, as it challenges you to really see how all these random words can be tied together. =)

Shackles

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Down a tricky pernicious path
I traveled, elusive slithering
Desires luring me to become
Something other than I am,
Sewn by alteration’s clever hand

Power emitted from words spoken
Simmered beneath the surface of my thoughts
Underhanded insinuations came crashing
Down around me, their meandering menace
Tainting his beyond here-and-now allure

Thoughts of life transformed from
Some vast expansive uniformity into
Dreams, like dust, their inherent brilliance
Scattered in the wind, craving more relevancy
Seeking freedom to experience anything, everything

Saddened by uncertainty
Inside the cave I discovered
Where the screams of my heart
Echo against the shadowed
Shackled visage of my soul

Without warning the grand
Scheme of it all transcended
The confines of time, silently
Awaited the choice I had to make
When conscience touched the sky

If only I had considered
Digression’s denigration, how
It would color my perceptions
How long I would feel the weight
Of the shackles of my story

A little about me…

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I write poetry for me. I like to watch movies, good ones, bad ones, any genre. I listen to every type of music out there, and like 99.9% of it. Drum lines rock. I get lost in a really good book and am always reading something. My literary taste is as varied as my musical. I love to listen to gossip, but if you ask me to keep a secret, I’ll take it to my grave. I played the saxophone for years, but I can’t sight read music worth a hoot. I appreciate a dry sense of humor. I play chess. I sing along to the radio, and am pretty good at it. I am one of the most down-to-earth, matter-of-fact dreamers you will ever know. If you ask me a question, and I ask you if you really want to know the answer, you probably don’t. I believe in fairies, ghosts, and things that go bump in the night. I like to cuss, even though I could tell you the same thing much more eloquently if I really wanted to. I like to plant things and watch them grow. Fresh ripe tomatoes smell like sunshine. I think everyone should read at least one classic novel. I am everything you think I am, nothing you expect, and always more than you could ever imagine.

I will be posting poetry, my random adventures, thoughts and observations about life, and anything else my random self … Look a squirrel!!! … Finds interesting… I can only hope you find it so as well.

I bid you peace ~Dee