Hail all you beautiful people. This morning I thought I’d check on what I wrote last year on this day. After it, is today’s little ditty. This is it… 23 Oct 2011… I think I’m better earlier in the day With words that jump up and play Awake too long my mind it tumbles gets busy with life’s daily jumble So here I sit at three p.m Hoping for a poetic gem To lay upon this blogging table Dig into some clever fable As you see this is it Gathering some words to fit Into this day that is sublime Doesn’t matter I’m not on time Whatever the ‘right time might be The time is right now for me It’s kinda fun to make things rhyme Turn a word on a thin dime It’s not about this being my best There is no best on request Being here in the now This is what I got.. OH Wow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TODAY… TADDAH I’m not sure I have a rhyme in mind As I sit here with hope sublime This wordy thing I like to do Hard to know what will come down the chute I am reminded the fun of rhyme When first my poems rhymed all the time There’s something clever in these silly fits Of rhymes that find a way to sit On these pages that I sage my verse With no rehearse that is none the worst Than endless hours of words made right The suffering writer in the late of night No no not this poet girl in a wordy swirl Sitting here making words dance and twirl Have fun that’s done real soon I channel a loon that calls from the moon The problem is once I’m on this rhyme It is hard to stop the word roll and get to work on time All day long I’ll hear this beat twirling people in their seat Rhyming clever in my meet and greet Gotta go. See ya later Bye bye now must stop this patter
Monthly Archives: October 2012
Morning… The shorting days encourage longer bed nesting. It hard to rise in the dark for me. And, I do like to enjoy the sun coming up. I’m still clear that the hour only has 37 minutes, cause isn’t time zooming by? It’s pushing the end of October and wasn’t it just June? Eeek.
I was wondering if any of you had some favorite poems that you’ve read here that I might consider putting in a poetry book? I’d appreciate it, if you have the time to help me out here, and let me know. thanks so much.
1 the quality of being honest and having strong moral principles; moral uprightness : he is known to be a man of integrity.
2 the state of being whole and undivided : upholding territorial integrity and national sovereignty.
• the condition of being unified, unimpaired, or sound in construction : the structural integrity of the novel.
• internal consistency or lack of corruption in electronic data : [as adj. ] integrity checking.
ORIGIN late Middle English (sense 2) : from French intégrité or Latin integritas, from integer ‘intact’ (see integer ). Compare with entirety , integral , and integrate .
There’s cubby holes of me with stories, and rocks and shells and honey
Tucked in most available spaces.
My unity has been, may still be entirely all over the place
In an ordered esthetic museum of a life collected
In some integral fashion by wants design and lack’s fear and pretty things
Not remotely interested in being divided
Spared of no little honesty settled somewhere in the body
Routed out by sudden chaos
Am I upright and solid in my divided self not feeling the divide
Wholly sure of all the goodness
Held to the comfort of the gathering and eye candy around me
My territory is not limited to this
My conditions of being unified are the oceans all connected
And never a repeat of the same sunrise
Sovereignty is in the hearts of our awakening to Oneness
Being of sound construct, unimpaired
I rest in the integrity of being whole where ever I have placed treasures
A pirate’s bounty sails the oceans
That are all connected bodies of flow and tides and waves.
I am unified with all of it
I’m a bit of a poet slacker… that’s what happens when I don’t feel well. I”M BACK..
Breaking the chain of days of words
Finding the string that binds in my hands
Letters that call out stories in lines
That lay me in sentences across the page
Inner critic ties me in knots
suffocates poetic structure’s dally
It’s all good if I believe it to be
No day is lost in timelessness
Crawl out of the dreary dally
of snot and cough, of head throbbing
Words to far away a to gather here
Give to the perfect moment
Never lost to dis-ease’s clutch
Begin again and again
Every moment is a new beginning
Inspiration comes from having a cold and paying attention to what my body has to tell me. Sometimes I don’t listen very well.
ODE TO BODY
Lay low to heal, take time to have it
The body and mind recite the ode to well being
It is in the listening that self care reveals itself
The steps are yours for the take in the slow motion
Answers are in the bodies room amidst all the chatter
Of lung to heart, mind to belly, liver to kidney
The skin knows it all in the wrapper over bones and muscles
Clinging to the all of you, holding you together
Take your time to have your healing
Hear the chant of well being in it’s repeat for your ears to hear
The body’s memory has never left you in the dark
There is laze to this day held to the bodies call to release
To lay low in the shelter of quietude and nurturance
Sipping the Ginger and lemon, bathed in honey
To give sweetness to the sniffle and cough
The body asks for care in the busy and the sleepless
To slow and to rest in the patter of this day of soft rain
As leaves give their final cling to the branches
Soon to bare naked the tree to the winter howl
That time is not yet tho’ this time is for resting
Nestle in and let the rain chatter and bite
Snuggled in to the cozy of home and pets
Laze in this day for the body and mind to ease
I did watch the debate last night. I’ve watched them all. I will always be disappointed in the name calling and bashing. The bullying, the smug faces, the lying. The disgusting TV campaigning. The one upman upmanship. All I can do is send them all some light and goodness. I hope the boys grow up and someone with a great heart and deep caring for everyone and everything, helps to lead, or at the very least says ‘stop this madness’ and be truly a kinder, caring, family of beings. Because I believe in the right for all women to own their own bodies, that we should beable to love whom every we choose, the we need a health care plan out of the hands of the insurance people. etc etc. I think you know whom I will vote for; Michelle Obama.
When leading is a bash and bully
A smug affliction of terminal self-righteousnes
When One being of love is left behind for compromise
In the determination of lesser or more than
There is no leadership
What debate is there in the absence of Fear?
Love knows no bash or bully, no slash of negative words
No right or wrong in a heart held open to kindness
The jargon of Fear lays it’s hot breath on the waters loving kindness
FEar holds the lead to negative thinking on a tumultuous sea of destruction
I pray we find our way to Love or surely all the bees will die.
Again, I followed a prompt for my ‘Writing Club’ and decided to share it here as well this morning.
The prompt invite us into imagining; literally or metaphorically, what is behind us and what is ahead of us. This is one of those prompts I could have gone on and on and on about. So, I let all that go, letting the ‘muse’ find me at my deepest place and take me as she will.
Love, loss, joy, sorrow, intention, redemption
Nights and days of tossed sheets, and hungry kisses
The numb of use to shelter fears empty hand
Enchanted rapture of fiery risings and settings
The peace and storm of what I made to Matter
The clench of death’s last breath for release home
Where I’ve been is Illusion’s vibrant history
My Grail pulses in the center of my soul everlasting
Done that wearing the T-sheet that says so
Stripped naked to burn it in the fire of celebration
Whole again from out of my ashes
Washed cleaned in Illumination by Wholy Light
There is no place I have not been nor where I am going
All is ab-soul-lute where I stand ready
I am in my yesterdays and tomorrows
Be Here Now is all I am