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Like one of those adventure games where you go off questing in different directions but you don’t advance like the others. You earn pretty medallions gallantly while other players buy, sell and trade at market to get ahead without moving an inch. Slow burn…hey? You’d rather keep your dignity, or try to figure out their game. That’s where you really get lost. Game full of misdirects leads right back to start over and over. You could have stayed on your quest. Now, you have this. Redacted, censored, gaslighted…must be doing something right, my old boss would say. I’m not a sociopath, he tells himself. Equal parts, then? Mom should have had me tested. Because, life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit ugly.Tap on them. It’s part of the quest…see where I’ve been; see who I am:                     Right. I redact myself. The beautiful mess you made. Who are you? If I’ve been denied the right of knowledge, I’ve earned the right to judge. | Without knowledge, who’s to judge? | No gavel; no voice. "...politely reedy but ambitiously eclectic—moving effortlessly from hen-picking and bottleneck slides to a full deck of chucka-chucka rhythm figures." I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. *Neurodivergent poet. *Don’t judge/hate. I love. *Honesty without mincing words. *Dump your prejudice outside my door. Hope you leave it on the way out. *Nothing to fear but people who surround themselves with rules, can’t be touched. *Real dialogue accepted. 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 to find boundaries, having no clue or told where they lie, 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. 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 the next boob that walks by.  Been more than I could imagine or expect. My achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall. But, I get it. You're sick of me. It's how I feel about myself when I dig deeper, push boundaries. Don’t care my words that aim for honesty, either brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit a target. Get a back off shoulder shot for asking your motivations to write…won’t get me to bend over backwards to appease, again. There’s no prize to eye, not properly incentivized. So, does it mean when dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do the best with what you got? Yeah, rigged. Yeah, other tables — other ‘games’. But, something in my gut I’ll never be rid. My Pluggers: You are an icon here.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.{/blue}  It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋"  Your poetic muse is on 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.  Published four times with one a literary journal, including…  "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.   ![Merit Badge in Taboo Words
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No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼  Now: I was such a whore.  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.  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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Since I can see what poems are getting attention, I can also revisit and re-edit to see if I can polish the rough gems. Here's what I did with one that I wasn't particularly fond of, but have a new appreciation for:
I know the sentimentality is forced, but I think it serves me and many readers who contemplate fare like this. Another poem freshly re-edited after quite a few years. Points to anyone who can guess the image adorning the link:
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| As a parent, I can only assume to be a bad programmer, because our code has been compromised, hacked by scammers with brilliant videos and remarkable deals that steal innocence, crack open a childhood with dreams planned -- empty idle brains like pockets sowed with seeds of ignorance and immortality we cannot obtain. Must I refrain because I was aboard that very same train? Rebellious youth does not teach wisdom, but mistakes learned from. And the longer I ramble and lack recompose, they rob our youth, rob me of dreams I once had, realized again in their eyes until the shine stolen. As a parent, I wonder what I have done, what I can do to build a better firewall. But once hacked, the damage is done. I can't go to the store for another, with promise of a better outcome. I don't really know how to write code, forced to write this one off? 5.28.21 One I'll have to give thought to. We build them up and then shoot them down because we see them take flight in the wrong direction. There are not enough parachutes for this drama. https://twitter.com/glaedrfly/status/1398262588027330562?s=21 |
 Taboo Words - 1st Time-Wrinkled From her nightstand, emptied of cough drops, tissues, reading glasses, and snapshots of a little man, came a scent of old leather, time-wrinkled and bound. The creased cover moaned gently, as I pried to peer at her name scribed gently as a tattooed heart. I crawled upon a cool mattress like the child to warm under quilt, snapped on the overhead lamp. The key to open a secret door I alone clutched. The years waited upon me to return and saunter inside. Beneath reality, eyes slipped past the donned jacket to inhale an inviting aroma, hear crisp leaves bend by my mindful hand, as a bright adventure for dry eyes began. Her messages inhaled like forgotten dreams. Like a talisman gripped, so too my mind, the decoder. Minutes melded into hours, to days and beyond before shadows from an inspecting sun reappeared about the framed panes of winter glass, pinching me awake. My heart wants more, my childhood, my dreams back. Even just the touch of her soft-worn hand upon mine, as we explored dank caves for treasures guarded by pirates with surly lips and gleaming broadswords. Perhaps, another classic, another day in her room. 22 lines prose-y freeverse 5.28.21 final edit For Taboo Words ▼ |
Brazen Butterflies Beach Brilliance Bedazzles --  Buzzing sunbathers ate bright butterflies festive frolic. Brine wave- walls crashed on all, breathless. 6.1.21 6.22.21 edited PROMPT (You don't have to use all the words or include them in the poem): BEACH FUN, BUTTERFLIES, HEAT HAZE, SUNBATHE, BEES, PICNICS REQUIRED POETRY FORM: CINQUINO 2-8-6-4-2 syllables in five line unryhmed https://www.poetry4kids.com/lessons/how-to-write-a-cinquain-poem/
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| Some days, editing poetry is like eating furry deer venison -- That noise you would make, demonstrating a hair clung to tongue. Of course, toiling to edit an unworthy poem would be like spitting buckshot after grinding the metal ammo betwixt molars. 5.27.21 |
| Going outside my comfort zone to find unique subjects to explore in prose: Nudity and Truth I would look at naked pictures of you I would not look at naked pictures of you Are their naked pictures? Never mind I'm googling naked pictures of you, hoping not to be disappointed, until I stop, rather than click a link recovered I'd rather not know your desperate need for approval to share your naked pictures I get the allure of nudity, of beauty unwrapped to admire As a boy I wanted to know the mystery When you get old you'll think, 'if you've seen one, you've seen them all' At times, we still peek to be sure of nudity's allure While naked pictures might be a secret worth investigating, the unsolved mystery holds more truth, that I would look at naked pictures of you, and, isn't that enough? 5.27.21 6.5.21 edit |
| They aim their tarnished cannons, Precisely read outdated canons Aloud to the masses; As I sit upon grass Fingering a dry pistol That chased away ants, Hydrated daisies, Stung the burned backs of fleeing, Tearful children echoed happiness -- Trapped laughter hung on tree limbs, Detached by gentle, carefree breezes sending higher Solubles to the blue patches and white drifters inhaling, Until grey-black unload their h2o pellets like bombs upon a Silenced planet. Groggy, a sobering sun emerges, dries The scene where we return to play, after hours listening To the interrupted radio bemoaning a world somehow in decay. I sit my tenderness upon the fertile ground, shadowed By black-rust cannons, as incited canons obtrude, To wonder upon a glaring, misunderstood sun And ask, 'why must it be this way?' 5.26.21 6.5.21 edit Loosely applied logic to the world we live in today (History teaches us...history teaches us?). Is it so uncivilized that we've forgotten how to play? I wrote this in under ten minutes. Another five to edit. Done. Really worked hard to get obtrude in there, thought not sure if syntactically correct? |
| Not Your Monster My definition: villain — misunderstood. unnecessarily feared, reviled, chased by villagers with torches for so long, he learned he was a monster, loved in secret by children who understood his tenderness, not lacking in the same innocence, a never-ending supply for true torches. By your definition (I assume): villain — a dangerous buffoon to you (though I assure very capable), ((and not diffused by your definition)), (((despite your label to feel safe from your own ignorance))) by ((((false assumption)))). I redefine by revealing what you fail to acknowledge. By association, by this principle, I have another definition and a label to add, though I’ll not make your mistake to restrict egress between the two of us, friend, ending here. 5.26.21 This will need work and time to marinate. |
Reach I make it to the top when I eye another summit -- far -- but not out of reach. try? I imagine you there, my inspiration to seek. 5.26.21 |
| There are varying degrees of difference between quitting and not doing anything, though ultimately the same because of outcome, and if you had given up on me, even though not trying, I would know and feel hurt just the same. 5.26.21 just something that bubbled up while listening to Fisher, yet again. I'm as breakable as any; as hard as people try to see the cracks and fissures form, they're on the inside, not trying to get out. |
| Most people — voidless. The hungry few — growing, Eyeing Your completeness, Looking to fill a hole They can’t sate until They sink their teeth In you. I’m the rare void — complete Because I don’t need The Voids, The Fulls, Because I live in this Empty hole, Victimless. But, still worry About the rest of you. 5.25.21 Thinking of people like you Bethany, so full of potential, but ditched your dreams for someone else's passion, because you are empty inside. I’m still here. Visit me at work anytime. The weather here is fine. Still editing, adding. |
| Reemergence from this morass deep, dark, from this hole in the scenery I've chewed; reemergence. strum your steel strings hard, vibrating warm. long since yawning, I'm awake. long since I was driven deep, I creep, merging with your land. stick a drum quaver building before gleam cymbals crash. I've returned a mess, awake, aware a dark hole in my head chewed emergently to take the mic once more. strings in my heart's throat have tenderly unfolded. 5.24.21 1.28.22 edit 22 lines, vers libre some songs stay with you a long time and greet your idle brain at dawn, though I can't help but feel it's a ripoff of the Smashing Pumpkins. |
| Black With Regret No one asks if you’re dying when they see the burden lugged on pale shoulder, trudging forward with dry eyes locked on a burning hill barefoot cooling calming as day bleeds out -- no fight in loosed jaw. Though, I see your approach; pity denied where love would have been accepted. Truth of life flushed out, skin replicated a thousand layers. Your pockets well serve your hands, mine tasked to one simple goal: ascend and lug remnants of this life to the black light. To have been brave to be a friend... if I'm to have one regret. 5.20.21 I shudder to demonstrate that even in death we bargain for something to appease the dark shadows hovering over us. (like one who could be a friend) Unrelated: I discover sometimes those who speak out of both sides of their mouth, like I did yesterday. Just something related but unrelated to the inception of this piece. I feel my punctuation as it related to expression is vastly improved. |
| Something I'm still working on...comments welcome... Ignorant Hope Of Yarn A neglected ball of yarn, Don't know where to begin Unravel the thing, Or how it got so inconceivably tangled, As frustration overrides fading hope For symmetry of material that defines; Could redefine a lifetime Of wayward rolling behind Couch and chair, Eyed by eager felines And claws at play to become forgotten. A dull ball -- purposeless, Twined cotton Mother brought home From the store, radiant and hopeful This DNA, reconstructed, Would, one day, Amaze, but she Dropped the ball And here I stay -- Knotting and unknotting And divining a way For you to have purpose Someday, once I get out of your way. Never mind now; No shining needle Could save the day. 5.20.21 Twist at end -- play on words/metaphor intended. |
| No parachutes provided, bail out before you get too deep? My head is its own solar system on a spatial highway with other solar systems like yours. My laws for physics equate only to me, in as much, as its parts (or sum of parts) might jibe with yours, drawing us out together on some equatorial plane (shared and appreciated) in a widening sea of black and light with fuzzy nebulous creatures roaming in the distance, striking awe and wonder (and concern) should our universe merge in a broader, deeper sea of solar systems (like a black hole enveloping) we can't equate apart or together in a measurable, linear journey through time, equally as widening, or shrinking, by response and rationale, as events that occur will allow for our time spent together and apart. Each operating thing inside my system has grown and been shaped to be assigned formidable equations that can go from acceptance to indifference to rejection of their worth (by me, by you, by others). Some have parallel equations or un-equaling impossibilities when paired with subsets from another system near or far from mine (as I model). It keeps me off balance and constantly questioning what is the point of putting all into words and metaphors with numbers and shapes in fuzzily drawn and conceptualized solar systems in black space; when I could just accept I play a simple game of handball off an uneven wall inside my anatomically correct head for life. No possible way to score or equate, or even try. Anxiety and insecurity knee-jerk inform me to do this. 5.19.21 Just babbling after thinking a little about Inception and mostly about my logic. Words may or may not have been correctly associated or termed to properly equate what I attempt to convey in a rambling journey to self-satisfy the insufficiencies of a mind ever-equating how it 'jibes' within a world it toddles about like a small child...or it could be about trying to write grown up poetry in a finger painting class to be the best student and impress teacher who only wants to know why my hands aren't dirty with work and I assume that is my genius on display. According to Hemingway Editor, this is grade level 5. No sentences considered difficult to read.  |
Cool White Dawn We were looking at charred remains, embers not as bright since a chill dawn -- still white smoldering -- nothing compared to the colors sparking a black night. A fuel-soaked concoction enflamed — glowing romance softened eyes, brushed hues on two pale faces — rose-boned skin inspired by wood, used up. We lingered too long. Now this thing is ash. 5.14.21 final edit: 6.22.21 (I hope) Entered in May Shadows and Light and Stormy's Potry Newsletter Contest |
| Jotting numbers unequated, yet subscribed to define, refine an ordinary, imperfect world spinning circular, linear throughout time -- codified by some, where I fear the sun but cherish the stars. Columns and margins' scrawling combine until I cannot cosine, compare to words angling away from my mind. I'll not find equatorial sunshine sublime. A burning horizon nears, my only true outcome. Solve for x, at least? 5.12.21 another poem off the cuff... |
| I know summer nears, despite lurksome clouds filtering raindrops faintly heard, muffled by the stoic umbrella. A hint of hues above obedient trees glimmer dull roof tops, bedazzle rusted eaves. A horizon warning before gentle-blued black brightened, ceded to selected swashes of a spectrum penetrating my vision. Dry eyes couldn't imagine colors prettier, knowing, if I didn't watch I'd lose them in the brevity of a season rushed into darkness, quicker as days bleed out -- remind a rushed soul, elapsing time must escape, leave me with a stare that won't chase the petulant purview anymore. Too many seasons of, 'I'll see you tomorrow,' just as blue, always blue, to greet aging eyes. I see it more than I should. Tiny glimpses in these mornings stolen, where I envision a view burgeoning of blossomed evening lights. Renewed days' colors could fill any blood heart and bright soul. But, science serves no purpose to the romantic, to explain why we're not lovers anymore. 5.9.21 34 lines, freeverse Stormy Poetry Contest: use words: clouds raindrops umbrella summer gentle lights evening lovers
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| I opine about sadness enough...let's give the experts a crack at expressing and how we can move beyond (learn from) it, perhaps? https://bookriot.com/depression-poems/ |
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