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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
I’m disabled by more than blindness.

Writing: Like one of those adventure games where you go off questing in different directions but you don’t advance in life. Pretty medallions sought for words/my soul, a slow burn now. Life is full of misdirects right back to the start, you still quest with a thirst.

If they take time to notice, must be doing something right. Life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit uglier. Minced words too pungent.

scripturam in hoc non mutamus, quia stultus es et differentiam nescies.

hic honor, quem accepistis, non est operae pretium, sicut non est bonum.
*BigSmile*
si hoc legere potes, gratiarum actio pro tempore.

The beautiful mess you made.
         |
Without knowledge, who’s to judge?
         |
No gavel; no voice.

I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost
         |
I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me

*Neurodivergent poet.
*I yearn to love without that fart in the room.
*Honesty without mincing words.
*Stay clear of those surrounded by rules.
*Real dialogue accepted.

Diagnosed with new disabilities in 2020: On the spectrum/ADHD (it gets complicated by PTSD and brain trauma). Been suggested by doctors I might want another brain scan. As it is: My words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The true experience/acknowledgment of my writing yet to come...long after I’ve left WDC, am dead, or both?

Truly been a blessing, but I've been pushing it — envelope, push world and all inhabitants away, push buttons, find boundaries, no clue why, where I've lived in your dark. Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me the way I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was. Cryptic, I know. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid the strange, virtual walls that tempt me to try).
*The parenthetical ‘lawyer up’?



Foot free, I’m all over the place.
 
"Note: Poetry: life’s little interruptions amassing int..."
 

Best Poetry Collection 2X, nominated three years. What does it mean? I was enjoying myself, head bagged. A happy idiot. Something messed with that. I won’t be a coward; not starting feuds or wars over ideals and beliefs. We all know that’s a pile of crap packaged with dreams of pretty things to sell t the next boob that walks by. *Clown*

Been more than I could imagine or expect. My achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall. I dig deeper than I should, push boundaries. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets. Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations to write.

No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do the best with what you got.



My Pluggers:
You are an icon here.*BigSmile*
You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.{/blue}*Heart*

It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches"
Your poetic muse is on fire! *Fire* Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal. *Cool*

 
Published four times with one a literary journal, including… *PointRight*   "The Tender Core (Sedona)" 
I don’t submit because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing.

*Toilet* *RibbonW* Merit Badge in Taboo Words [Click For More Info] Brian, Congratulations! You won 1st Place in Taboo Words with your fantastic poem, [Link to Book Entry #1027659]. I absolutely loved this! *^*Heart*^* Rachel Merit Badge in Poetry [Click For More Info] Thanks you for supporting the [Link To Item #power] with an order to the [Link To Item #powergifts] ! We appreciate it. *^*Heartv*^* Keep writing the beautiful poetry. [Link to Book Entry #1027659] is an awesome poem! *^*Starv*^* ~Lornda

 
Love my process constructing and sharing visions in words collected (no small task considering personal and physical limitations, see below).


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All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know.
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No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼

 
What I used to say: 'Maybe, I just don't get it. Watch me fumble with my version of reality, expose ignorance as truth. You don't have to get me, either. But, wish someone would explain me to myself.' Now I say: *Cool* *FacePalm* Now: I was such a whore.
 


*Laugh*This is old….
What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on.
Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting.
If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I?
…just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself.*RollEyes*
             



What Was NEW

Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily.

Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego.

#amwriting #poetry #blog #contest #freeverse #award #bestpoetry #freyaridings #lyrics #music #video #YouTube

Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY?
 

Mud 4 My Eye: Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼

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April 14, 2022 at 11:22am
April 14, 2022 at 11:22am
#1030708
my crown is wound tight, almost daily,
the mainspring pried by forefinger
and a thick thumb, trying to get a grip.
sometimes, i go for days in the drawer,
in the nightstand, eyes tight, mind in night.

my crown could use a spin, manually,
attuned by a dedicated one
who knows tension, tiny coils and gears
that don't need constant lubricating
but a little love, to clasp a hairy wrist.


4.14.22

I could add to this, give deeper introspect. Just thinking about wrist watches, when I had one that needed to be manually wound. How I would forget, or not wear, or lose or not care about time. And then, when I got a beautiful watch with a battery, how it was crap, never kept time and again, I would misplace it, forget it, not care about time. And now, I have a phone, a tablet, a fitbit, all places to stare that digitally are wound to a world clock so I can never be late, and I still try not to look, or care about time, but definitely feel it's tiny springs and coils inside of me wanting to rust up, erode and push back the tides of this linear thing I live inside of. Or should this be the poem?

and I should wear my glasses. that's another matter and yet the same. i'm not Bond with all these gadgets i could use to rescue myself when danger approaches. okay, still poetry. stop.
April 14, 2022 at 10:50am
April 14, 2022 at 10:50am
#1030707
Blowing up threads with word soup
you call TNT,
clearing a room before doom
from the ignorance

yours, not mine, because
this is art, poetry
and it could be sublime, or
it could be a method of reaching out

Blowing holes through rhetoric
meant to build walls
not tumble them down so
we can finally meet

on your side, not mine, because
this is art, poetry
and you should come greet
words on my wall to really consider

These words could divine a way
for you and me to be friends
I'm not taking anyone hostage
with the words I spread, though
I can conceive how you might think a threat

That is your problem, should not be mine.
But, let's wait a minute and see
if we paint a line of indifference
clearly marked just for me
so I do not cross


4.14.22

words the world today is not ready to greet with openness, fairness or honesty. Dialogue takes a back seat.
Yes, I can see you are triggered. What about me? What - about - me?
April 14, 2022 at 9:28am
April 14, 2022 at 9:28am
#1030702
Yes, I'm teaching myself to Villanelle. A1
Formulaic, puzzle in words that rhyme, b
with a scheme they conjured in wordsmith hell. A2

Poetry, meter-less, my attempt to sell. a
A1, b, A2, a, as b repeats this time. b
Yes, I'm teaching myself to Villanelle, A1

butcher language, a word chimp could tell. a
Should I trifle, prompted, what's my crime? b
with a scheme they conjured in wordsmith hell. A2

This theme is something satirical and smells. a
Pinch my nose, google, select and fill each line. b
Yes, I'm teaching myself to Villanelle, A1

while life awaits, distracted from tolling bell. a
Tempted to waste time, break form, that's my crime, b
with a scheme they conjured in wordsmith hell. A2

Away from tercet, a stanza with four lines. a
My brain in twain with no refrain drops this dime. b
Yes, I'm teaching myself to Villanelle, A1
with a scheme they conjured in wordsmith hell. A2


4.14.22
The customary 19 lines, Villanelle
it's so catchy, it's so kitschy

Everything you need to know, more than you wanted to know:
https://poets.org/glossary/villanelle

Spent half an hour last night, about a half hour this morning.
I'll take my training wheels off, as I've completed my first Villanelle.

The poem describes how it is constructed. Meter is optional, but helps, like iambic.
Let's say, if you like USA crossword puzzles, it's for you. I laid out the restricted form with rhyme scheme on the page. Capital letters mean repeat the whole line.
You might know the rudimentary instruction for rhyming a and b.

Prompt: Find a form of poetry you've never written before and both describe it and write an example.

Written for "The Whatever Contest." *Right* "The Whatever Contest -- Closed for Now" 

Word/Line Count:19

Taking a pill now. Should have worn my glasses. That's the true trick.
Took longer to edit this way.


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