Monthly Archives: April 2012

30/04/2012 · 9:46 am

COTTON PANTIES


Last day of Poetry Month.  For me… One year and a month of poetry writing. Yewoza.  So… I have a plan, I always have a plan… and I went to the local thrift shop cause I love a good thrifting and took some pictures.  I played around with them on my camera and I’m going to use them to inspire  some Thrift Shop Poetry.  A junker’s dreamin’.

 

Around again.  Really


 COTTON PANTIES

Cotton and soft worn just right for her butt

Left behind in a black bag with all her old stuff

YOu knew it was hard for her to part with these panties

Hanging with that matching light pink little cami

 

The panties were filled with sexy hot memory

Mostly in the taking off for her man Henry

Well Henry he left her for hot pink bikinis

That slipped off the ass and were very sleazy

 

Her heart it was broken no more cotton for her

Not brief enough for Henry that slimy cur.

Forget that low bastard he’s not worth the ache

There’s plenty of panties that elicit a date

 

She found a new man in her silky white slip

Why bother with panties when you’re naked and fit

No need to be bothered with slipping them off

Over the head when you wanna get buffed

 

Now Henry that dog, was sniffing the thrift

Came upon a row of knickers and slips

Got all nostalgic when he found her’s hangin’ there

Remembers her hot body silky and bare

 

He dials her number with hopes to rekindle

The love she wove round his heart with her spindle

Too late you idiot her cotton panties are all gone

She traded them in for silky slips and John

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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29/04/2012 · 2:24 pm

YOU KNOW THE WAY


You timeless scamp

Paths lead everywhere

The hard is in the making

Sweet surrender for the taking

You know the way

 

YOu timeless scamp

Everywhere leads to a Path

Making hard can be easy

Take surrender sweetly

You know the way

 

YOu timeless scamp

Lead the way down the Path

Easy goes the surrender

Take the hard make it sweeter

You know the way

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28/04/2012 · 9:16 am

BLUE HAIRED LADY


NaNO NaNO…Any one remember Mork n’ MIndy?  I loved that show.  The thought of this show was prompted by the Poetry month… NaPoWriMo.  Just incase you wanted to know why out of the blue I thought of it.  But then… I often grab outta the blue bizness cause that’s what this poetry blog is all about.  eeegads..  Geezin’ through life one brain cell at a time.  Sippy the darn coffee and movin’ right along here.

 BLUE HAIR LADY

Blue haired lady she knows some things

Geezin’ along the blue highways like her hair

Gatherin’ the business of this and that

Sinkin’ some wisdom down into the heart of things

Pretending it’s so cause it feels goods, smells good,

tastes good, must be good if ya believe it so

Really

 

Blue haired lady she got some bull shit

to be talkin’ cause talking is in her bag

and she likes to pull it out for show n’ tell

Some of it’s vintage like her and some of it

Ya just never know cause it could be the

very thing you want to hear or maybe

just maybe you need to listen 

Really…

 

Blue haired lady she likes to talk to anyone

She says it like it is and was in the might be

And maybe she read yer fortunate

Cause you is if you don’t know that yet

In the what might be if there is one

even if it is the truth cause who

knows that anyway in the 

Really 

 

Blue haired lady she ain’t blue inside unless

you consider a brilliant blue sky or that kinda

sky that’s deep blue like when the night is special

and the sun she set just right and the blue highway

is litter with bluebells ringin’ the glory of livin’

She’s that kinda blue all over and inside

Really

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27/04/2012 · 8:23 am

YOUR BREATH


Day 27 in the NaPoWriMo scheme of things; that giving of a poem everyday, everyday for the month of April.  

 

It’s been a breeze, sometimes a gust, a whip, 

maybe wisp of spring wind caught in my hair, 

or maybe it’s your breath in our passing that catches 

on the edge of my face that I quickly inhale.  

Inhale your exhale, gather a bit of you in my breathing,

 take it a few steps, a few steps down the street and 

exhale it for someone else to take in. They take in you 

and me and the spring wind caught in my hair,

 the whip of air around us.  Breathing without any thought 

to the taking of my breath, your breath, our breath, 

everywhere all of us sharing what we need for life.

Lives all connected by the passing of inhales and exhales 

of strangers and lovers,  battle fields, and churches,

victims and perpetrators, that vicious little child in the grocery 

that huddled man covered in dirt on the corner begging, 

Or… the infinite breath of God or Goddess or who or whatever 

you call that magnificence All around you.  Breathing

In the finite world of living your last breath that will be mixed

with everyone’s breath spiraling around the globe to you

And in that last gasp, as you mind leaves you and your

body has said it last goodbye, you are not alone

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26/04/2012 · 10:13 am

CELEBRATION beyond the grey matter…


Howdy… Thursday has found it’s way around another 7 days.  NaPoWriMo is coming to a close in another 4 days and I will keep on writing well after that.  Todays prompt is to write an elegy,   I recently did that for my brother and I’m not feeling the need or desire to do that again.  Should you like to read it please go to 12th of April.

In my sippy de’la cafe’, I’m pondering nothing at all to write about in this minute and any minute now something will roll on over this brain of mine to sputter out some little diddy.  

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What is be a blank life; empty, void of thoughts and delights?

A fuzzy screen of grey crackle with the white noise drone of endlessly

Going no-where, doing nothing, breathing blank gasps of blind air

 

Not even in death can my imagination see anything but rainbow bliss

Carousels of writhing ponies  celebrating the green meadow hoof dance 

The rise of Spring green welcoming a carpet of blazing daffodils and 

Butterfly crocus flitting orange and purple in chilly morning breezes 

 

In that moment of nothing is everything that ever filled me with life

And I can see the welcome of those gone before me opened armed

Smiling their bright beams of light to my last breathe

 

Not even in my darkest hour at the bottom of my dry well lonely

Does the soul of me wallow colourless in the deserted paths to my heart

Even then  the hot red sear of ache spatters my canvas brilliantly

Blazing vibrancy over the walls of what I deem anguish

 

No, I can not know that blank void of a life desolate and colourless

Joy and pain vibrate prisms of copious colour in flames and sky

The march of Seasons hungry to have their time to be seen and heard

 

I am a child of life excited by each spasm and drift of resplendent wonder

My screen is cacophony of vibrance and verdant elation singing

Songs of Hallelujah everywhere all the time, In praise of All that is

Where everything is life force and my breath is a celebration

 

 

 

 

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25/04/2012 · 9:23 am

STOLEN LINES


holy moly.. I’m running late and I had to grab ten lines from 10 other peoples poems to do the prompt today… what was I thinking.. and of course I didn’t HAVE to… so…These are the 10 lines I randomly took from other NaPoWriMo poets sites.  Just hauled off an stoled them.  I’m not sure what sense any of it will make, but will reorganize them and make somethin’ somethin’ outta them.. Ready… whewww.

QUOTE THE RAVEN EVER MORE 

My dawn starts with bright sunrays

I lift my arm to pick one and find a new galaxy

 

I walked by a girl cutting grass with scissors

I wanted to bottle and cork you, set you in my cellar, pour you through my fingers 

 

Clandestine space that is the mind, no one can read what lies within

The tree sees, whoever has seen a seeing tree knows

 

There are cascades of water spinning away from your body.

A splendid rainbow truth

 

I seized the world up, weighed it flaws and found

I wrapped you in my palms, a prayer

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MY FOUND LANGUAGE FROM OTHERS.. MY INSPIRATIONS..

 

The tree sees.

Whoever has seen a seeing tree knows.

I walked
by a girl cutting grass with scissors,

There are cascades of water spinning away from your body,

a splendid, rainbowed truth

 

My dawn starts with bright sunrays 

my night wraps up dusky dark

 

I lift my arm to pick one and find a new galaxy

 

I’ve sized the world up, weighed its flaws and found

My soul too raw to cope with sounds and stenches

I wrapped you in my palms, a prayer,

felt your pulse quicken beneath my touch,

 

I want to bottle and cork you,
set you in my cellar,
pour you through my fingers
on a mournful day

My hands twisting, I sat down between the spaces inside trees

 

Clandestine space that is the mind,

No-one can read what lies within

 

 

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24/04/2012 · 8:53 am

LIPOGRAM… KIDDING


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23/04/2012 · 8:53 am

BUZZZZZZzzzzzz


Sippy the coffee.  It’s not my ‘black gold’ as I know it at home and it’s OK enough to bitter my taste buds with flavor.  

The number for today is 14/5… from a tarot/numberological POV.  You can find more about that here…

http://invitationtarot.com   My other blog. Have you visited there yet?  

  What rolls through me about these numbers that speak to creativity and resourcefulness is: giving myself to my creative resources, being moved by the magic of creative force rather than making it move, noticing the magic of creativity around me, and allowing it to generate possibilities within me that provoke artist experience and expression.  That’s what my being-ness is humming about this morning at 8am.  How about you?

 

It’s a hum in my belly

A busy bee buzz in the hive

A chatter of chippys, a squirrelly

of squirrels, a whir of wind winding

through the forest of my mind

 

It’s a rush, it’s a quiver, it’s inspiration

taking a hold of me  and I just gotta

I just gotta ride the wild surf in the

bubble and tide, let it have me

in the roll  and the tumble.

 

Pull me out to the deep blue

all in a buzz of honey sweetness

in the chitter chatter and that sacred

wind pulling at my ‘do’ that is forest green

While the rush and hum has me real good

 

And I am creation tool as she see fit 

to use me up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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22/04/2012 · 8:48 am

ONE ARMED BANDITO… give me yer money


Hair show… Mt. Pleasant, mi.  Soaring Casino Hotel.  Oh ya baby.. damn.  Getting ready to pretty up and do some hair business.  We will come back with some inspiration …

 

ONE ARMED BANDIT.

 

There is danger here in the slip of coin

swallowed by the One arm bandit

That takes it into its fathomless belly 

in a gulp of crank and grind spitting out

bells and whistles that give nothing

in return but pull me again, pull me again

Feed me Feed me… I have something here

For you, only you, just you.

 

There is seduction here in the slip of coin

into the fathomless belly of this beast

Whistling at you like you’re a pretty mama

sashaying down the street looking all good

and fine and swinging your hips to be seen

While the hungry bandit calls you out

on all your pretty to take some of it all lustful like

to give nothing back in the whirl and twirl

 

Just put some more quarters in baby

Pull me hard, watch me hypnotize you

in my 7 come a 11 wink and grin

Pour me some gin and Feed me till you

have no more left to give. 

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21/04/2012 · 8:42 am

EARTH DAY.. AS ABOVE SO BELOW


Earth day…  

 

AS ABOVE SO BELOW

 

She tells me she is evolving

Unfolding herself unto herself

Part of a galactic mystery of orbiting

spheres connected, pulsing together

One body, like heart and lungs

and brain and bone all connected

As above 

so below

 

A Milky Way of celestial syncopation 

One in health for the others in the Being

of a body breathing, and hearing and

smelling, and tasting the Infinite Cosmos

Of everything that every was and will be

Evolving, letting go, seeking the highest good

As above 

so below

 

If Earth is the lungs of this vortex of swirl

And twirl and breath and light, earthly

Matters matter in the scheme and gleam

of your living and breathing and Being

Your evolving and unfolding in the

Syncopation of these orbiting Beings

As above 

so below

 

Atmospheric attitude is everything 

In the matter of what you matter about

You are a galactic being orbiting yourself

Of lungs and heart, and brain and soul

A planetary mystery that might only know

We are all connected

 As above

so below

 

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