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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.  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. 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.  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. 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 "Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches"  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 ▼ |
| The Annoyance Her annoyance is a man who drums fingers on the table Shakes his legs mindlessly when on the bed His habit of chewing his nails Putting off appointments for a haircut His excessive breathing after climbing the stairs How he eats food too fast, gets indigestion Or sips the drinks he savors She's annoyed with the way he goes on Unable to appease her by getting to the point Never wanting to visit with her family Stays home when they could eat out Because he's not hungry Rather not visit halls of somewhere Leaving her and just the kids His annoyance -- is hers 9.9.20 added 9.30.20 |
| The Clouds Are Waiting I haven’t gotten there yet buttons house numbers in red alarming rising a tote board of neglect while reflecting I haven’t gotten there yet to the the little yellow houses fifteen inch rectangles I spy rooms inside with ability to store my precious belongings that could be dead for all I know hiding in these clouds that shadow my memory of what I exhaled breathed into a sky so consumed and digitized my ramblings unrealized because I haven’t gotten there yet and with one more little pet to release as yet to the skies I haven’t actualized Finalized realized the true purpose for these words on the internet End Send Bye Bye 9.29.20 |
if there has to be a memory of you i like it better as ember in a fire pit 9.29.20 |
| rung by rung I watch you climb higher, braver than one anchored to cement. you work upon the roof, tall like trees, eye to eye with the chimney; while I see: white drain pipe, garden implements, patio furniture and two strong arms that would catch you if you should fall. 9.28.20 Prompt: UP for: "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" |
| Wringer Washer The wringer washer shimmied and shook, never broke but spat out clothes -- water divided splat and swirled down a hole in the basin tub when I was a tad, replaced by a top-loader for reasons unclear -- loads oft out of balance did occur, as it spun and shook like a rocket on pad aimed for space when I was a lad before failure to launch one day -- and replaced by a front-loader that took my big clothes on a smooth ride to sea -- happily would proclaim return with a jaunty theme. But, like a chain through gullet, would grind a throaty complaint -- rare electrical components too high a cost to replace. So, the old wringer washer arrived from yesteryear -- in storage since dad died -- and would reside in the corner of a new basement, noisily splooshing out water with pride. I wrung all our clothes, pressed through the squeaky pin-rollers, careful not to pinch my claiming fingers. I could imagine mom fill with pride before I threw that load in dryer before it, too, died. Guess, I’ll hang out to dry. 9.28.20 39 lines, vers libre Taboo words: Through The Years (theme) It's as much a commentary on the eroding quality of products today, as it is about happy memories of an old washer and doing laundry with mom growing up. |
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Rachel](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Verdant-1999999_13.gif) Autumnal In woodland walks — my hibernation — in shade of bright trees who honor my path with colorful duty that gales sweep clear the sun, late and lazy, lifts, glows hard, but would rather crawl inside my flannel — nestle near my heart. we watch their devotion break, humbly fall before me. don't know what to do — salute, curtsy, exit stage left? I'm changing my mind about something. these returning seasons always had a way with my soft cap. never been as blue with summer skin that pales more. yet, no regret amid a verdant scene. I’m dying and yet still trying to be free from illusion of a vision in my division, in a florid room. wind pays no mind, whistles wistful, ancient songs high above, down to my carpet collecting a wayward throng. the slotted sun slips further and falls over the back fence — back tomorrow duller. I expect a white, empty scene soon, to lock me out behind safety of glass. my gleaming friend sparkles a colorless land. bittersweet and dying, yet, still trying to be free. 9.28.20 10.1.22 edited 39 lines, vers libre Prompt Words: HIBERNATION, CHANGING, COLOURFUL, DARK NIGHTS, WOODLAND WALKS |
| we hang on every word sun snuffed moon puffed crickets chirp at trees leaves fluster stirred rhythmic green chimes gentle scuffle shufflings outside our window in a glow dreams fade summer in grass chorus rhapsodic discord unites our souls tonight rest child winter comes 9.26.20 24 lines, vers libre as I listen out my window for you. autumn doesn't have a say about what's in my heart. added four questionable lines about leaves...couldn't wait to edit until tomorrow... |
| You measured me where I laid, again and again, at every angle, every summer by the beach, to the shade, to the yard where I played through the winters, pushed the snow away. Constant, from every angle you eyed me up, duplicated my likeness in white on blue, in the green to autumnal camouflage, patterned to every scene. You aged me, take my breath away, force me to hide when you hide, as hours just melted away. You love too much, shrink me from my own sweat. Above me, you stay and away, stay and away all the days. What it must be like near the heavens with so many events -- amid sheep that stray, drift from you after tears they wept, soft to lay upon the ground swept, flooding rivers, flowering trees and the tender buds yawning, breeding cycles or migration of animals and birds, all led in natural divisions, while local customs celebrate in recognition of the seasons. I'm blistered, if I love you too much. I'm cold, when I don't see you. I could never blame you wanting to make an image of me while we play until another harvest, dying day, as you crawl into the hole they dug for me to warm just one more time. 9.26.20 10.2.21 edit 38 lines, freeverse just something I'm playing with. thinking about time divisions, using our friend the sun, playing on our ignorance and some scientific understanding. https://nrich.maths.org/6070 |
| Limp lay on the mulch while I on the grass absorb dew on my back Intense sun strikes your green still my pale skin in perfect clime Wind tussles with leaves fighting from stems cling to tender branches on high My eyes dry worry I could have missed you Each tender bud melts near dutiful mother I lay beside to collect caress each within reach Thumb to forefinger roll and wonder Could I preserve your essence? if not with my eyes an aroma? But, you lack as I Quiet the tender leaves of our mother curl inward. 9.25.20 |
| reheating coffee with saccharin within no immediate death but imagine the cancer forming soon informing brain and central nervous system to just give in because I will never win even if to organic I switch -- to tea you see, be-cau-uh-uz death will always be in the cards for me... so, while I still partake for heaven's sake have a cookie or cake no one care's about your figure now, be a cow you'll get slaughtered anyhow. 9.25.20  so it's not so much about the coffee or altering sulfonamides ... just, pick your poison, how you want to do, how you want to go down. and with something in your vision ... you can take good aim ... fire, fire, fire...Wait, what am I talking about? |
| In a den of blind medocrity..."Note: give a dog a flashing cursor
but, his words might ..." give a dog a flashing cursor but, his words might bite bigger than his bark at neighbors the other dogs at cars whizzing past or courage him howl for a full-glowing moon or to quibble with Quixote's windmill creaking through the night a dog could do all that with two oppose-able thumbs give a dog two thumbs arf bad dog? erf Let's test our boundaries, PolySci! Say no to the mindspeak. Neighbor in bathrobe: what the hell is he going on about? enjoy the newspaper! (boy on bikes passes) *unfolds to read headline and scowls* end belabored (belaboured) scene I know you want to auto-correct, computer. Good boy. 9.25.20 I have nothing but love... JOIN TODAY! "Invalid Item" Become charter member: 1st 10 to join "RedWheelbarrow SpringChickens 🐓" get a commissioned MB. FULL RIDE members access monthly lessons like "Invalid Item" , get a merit badge and a ribbon for one freeverse poem.BLOG: "SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days" POETRY BLOG: "Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches" 2020 WDC Heart Throb Poet:
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| in the sepia sea nothingness, like a cuttlefish amid clouds watching the thick mass thinning russets and golds on my weary head buried beneath the green bladed surface, dying with me as the glow intensifies one more time before fading away over the fence, to hidden horizons I must search for the dusks' red warnings, autumnal tides turning toward the white solstice paling a decaying heart waiting for a perfect season to rewarm this soul, with beating heart aching. 9.24.20 take me somewhere... |
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Flowers & Sonnets (which this is not) I'll write you sonnets, if you'll witness vacuous beauty, hollow words contained, restrained by structure ever toiling to find meaning ~ Run amok in a field of words, harvesting life's little treasures unkempt, sprawling, dreams fall out from pants' pockets before I shove each green-legged blooming thing in your tall glass with my water of words. orig. 1.9.20 rewrite 9.23.20 I didn't say who was picking the flowers... |
| Sweet apples crisp un-savored soon fall, find hard ground, view pale blue heaven, the wrinkling V flaps, a jagged arrow tip, befeathered. The lofty ship aims haphazard for open water further south from this Autumnal Equinox to a sunnier Winter Solstice. orig. 9.2018 rewrite 9.23.20 |
| https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46671/mulberry-fields "...wild berries warm a field of bones bloom how you must i say" 9.22.20 am i alice to you? painted by your glow i'm still bones with blooms' marvel rising from sockets amid the stones marking my eternal decay for a servant who died long ago not undead, not alive for you I say, killed hushed in the harsh field my skull shall lay 10.7.20 there, i added a poem rather than just one lone comment on the poem with reference to alice. |
| A poem I wrote Saturday...some Saturday From the ground... Imagine the sweet melody fed a bed of instrument's rhapsodic elevation overtaking our drunk life forms -- the chorus fading beneath the surface, a sweet divide of ecstasy like a slow burn at fever pitch repeating as the dizzy instruments, over-compensating, swelter -- a hot summer escalating like a field of locusts to ears buzzing, chirping, never thinning until we pass out in a bed of nature's flowered beauty, side by side, taking in a bright sun in a cloudless sky -- rotating, reforming before the tree's shadows elongating, start shading our willing corpses spinning deep into earth beneath us unwilling to swallow us whole before the light drains out. 9.19.20 from my cellphone, typed at a wedding reception (among eight or so poems 'penned')  |
| written several days ago...typing to get my mind off things... Wine And Courage The draped table normally ordinary serves wine, dry and red which I wouldn't normally partake But with cheese and crackers devoutly spread serves a poet whose spirits need libation get through the night I dread, spin my yarn But not with rhyme because that wouldn't be sublime to one bittersweet It's a slow burn when I see you turn your head, look at me with new eyes and I think I struck a nerve But is it good or maybe bad? or should I turn, run from this? drink my wine, wait for you because you're next? And then you look to me and read your words before I melt and think that I have found someone who gets me It's ecstasy It's a slow burn 9.19.20 |
| And what would you call me? I passed through her gullet like a ghost that is what it has meant to commune among the colorful, plumed birds just a kernel of nothing that intended to grow once earth was struck by my shell hard, penetrating soil to grow my stalk with a violet burst from green blades, wet and firm, to rise and compare with all the beauty that abounds that dares beg tender eyes see the glory unfolding that would be me but I passed through this place a ghost from one tiny flower that would aspire another bird could devour my breed an ordinary seed, pale in color from beneath yellow blades of wave and flowing amid loving breezes blowing multiplying my love upon bare plane I will reveal renewed in my death splendor in sea of eternity, value of true worth. 9.22.20 Just took a line from a poem and went with it... https://poets.org/poem/wild-pansy |
| really had to strap myself to the riggings last night -many nights. In The Seasonal Vaccuum She captured my essence once doesn't step up anymore while she's breaking I'm learning and bending toward her, hopeful as autumnal as a father still rising to greet that burning sun nature abhors a vacuum even for an incipient void 9.21.20 We must love them or regret them. I will chose the former knowing the latter's torment. |
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