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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, slow burnt. Full of misdirects, right back at the start, but still quest with thirst. Life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit uglier. Minced words too pungent. If they take time to notice, must be doing something right. scripturam in hoc non mutamus, quia stultus es et differentiam nescies. (hic) The beautiful mess you made: I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me Neurodivergent poet seeks love without that fart in the room between us. Honesty without mincing words has come with a price for those juggling the hot my takes on what’s ‘truth’ (here’s some oven mitts). Best to stay clear of those surrounded by moat rules. Real dialogue is accepted. Wasn’t as open at first about recent diagnosis on spectrum with ADHD (complicated by PTSD, life of brain traumas). Been suggested by doctors of late I might want another brain scan (since 12/4/17…blogged). This poet’s words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The experience of discovery through writing is the truest reward that has allowed me to grow and learn who/what I am — what other people get naturally, immediately, while I stomp around in it. Been blessed, but pushing it — envelope, world and all inhabitants away. Push buttons, find boundaries to trip traps. No clue why cat curiosity, living in your dark. (Bored, perhaps?) Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me how I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was). Cryptic, yes. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid strange, virtual, wonderful walls that tower above, tempt me to scale. Been more than I could imagine or expect here. But, achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall  . I dig deeper than I should, often without forethought. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets? Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations here. Not fair?No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do best with what’s in hand. My Pluggers: You are an icon here.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.  It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life"  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 ▼ |
| Binge After The Holographic Time Warp We’ve been racing our vehicles hard back-and-forth through time flowing through intersections missing off-ramps speeding past posted police. We worry about being pulled over. But, the sun starts to rise and a road ahead gleams brilliant. We go faster the better. And, on these journeys employ navigational gear rewritten map heads. Familiar road signs seen stops along the way nostalgic places consume, refuel. Places we dream never match expectation. Sweet memory she couldn’t leave a sawmill town now shut down. No logs jam a river. Brakes unemployed roll past a ghost town not torn down but heart drawn shapes by exes and ohs eat through thinning paper. Can I still come to your house? echoes over wire black strung overhead. Loop through past farm fields if not inserted strip malls, gas stations or pearly banks. So many degrading institutions. Your heap groans into bends of roundabouts merging with semis taking two lanes. If you double back through that slip-second portal wormhole to present pull into that holographic hole throw off coat skin wash hands ignore potatoes growing tubers in a pantry void (experimental, hypothetical not dead yet, but not alive) that could peel you order out tonight again binge. Pictures so clear cannot be traded for fuzzy, particled reception on the dumpster-tossed once road-ready 7” television glowing connected to a 9-volt lighter outside a cab underneath that canopy of starlit leaves with dissatisfaction. Hi-Def lies the truth about our memories. 10.28.22 I don’t care if it strays from metaphors or fails to illume imagination from inside a bubble-wrapped head. |
| Woozy with drug, floating in a rusted out tub I don’t seem to drown The water goes down a ring around my neck marks time wasted in my fiberglass palace much water displaced Over time, skin dries just like gill-slit eyes marking murky time in these temporary baths Pass me another glass More burgundy to pass 10.28.22 It sounds like you don’t enjoy life, Brian. It is what it is, for the present time. High tide nears…I’ll ride those waves until done. Whee |
| Where do I put my foot in the stream and rant at five a.m. and not be late for work when I just want to nail it like Paul Rudd did in a movie from 10 years go with a clip that now goes viral about cup sizes, languages and to have that beverage spill all over yourself because I don't have a team of writers to craft my dialogue, yell, line! because it can't be rehearsed how can it be rehearsed? but life wants you to get it in one take otherwise, you dipped your toe in the waters at the wrong point too late Where do I leave off here...? 10.24.22 21 lines typed off the top off my head in two minutes before i have to runnnnnn..... |
| Epic Poem Weekend Never have I loved or hated to hear my name whether angry BRIAN! punches holes in a quiet landscape chews scenery or edging toward pleading in lilting syllables Bri-ann? hovers over a compelled head finger waggled in extended syllables gentle, identified my need for compliance Briiii-aaaann louder calling the lost boy off in his woods BRIII-AAANN! sometimes melodious but, when hide and seek tiresome shorter, more commanding off this chain in my trees sound of my name lifted, emboldening Brian! it seeks a clearing but can’t top those giants Brian!! relocated by angles from cupped mouth toward other horizons it lost direction over time left me behind in deeper brush, fading, b r i a… anyway spoken Brian pings and echoes ricochets off stone walls flat spun over open water dull, it dove down But, I always came home even if late, dark love cooing, culled a coy boy to near BrIaNNnn. I’d done something good? felt it in a sweet tooth then her, the one who located a lonesome lad name lingered on wetted lips whispered in dark strung wire lustful cat eyes spied warmth of a tender mate purred breathy Brrhien she crept up from behind tender hand, and arm slid up back and over shoulder nuzzled an eager ear raspy heat again, more loving BhrrIann until winter-beaded water on frozen pane lingered on tongue of a child haunted craving my name with her hunger — an ordinary name given to an average boy dreaming impossible fantasy before reality questioned if I’m near… Brian? You’re next a life arrived in his latex hands warmest arrival awake inside her dream of a boy before it broke one lifetime to live reverberations to love or hate salutation and return one day unwanted to ground — not a womb — with name in stone silenced, spelled correct slid beneath silvery surface echo forever in your muffled scene — Brian in black void five letters, three consonants, two vowels permanently savored from lips to ears Brian? yeah, that’s my name you wore it out. 10.22.22 Part of the two syllable set. Sorry to the James and Johns of the world. My mom called me Brian, chastised anyone who’d shorten it, nickname me otherwise. No moniker ever stuck. Add: Lots of other ways to describe the various ways Brian can be emphasized by tone, inflection, clarity, or vocal range… |
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| When an object is in orbit actually falling the entire time it moves to the side fast enough to always miss the surface of its master how do you sleep how do you autopilot this world, this realm without sustaining a few scrapes, dings? how do you stay afloat how do you stay fleet when this world crushes as it rolls? stay in motion, never quit only do, just do When an object finds itself floating free in your space sending transmissions to the surface are they received? conceived? who am i talking to but me? could i survive an ellipsoid? stretching myself eternally around you? I travel thrice the speed of man made obstacles thwarting my every entry into your atmosphere do I redirect, risk miscalculation? Float free, young Jedi, do I'll be young eternally as long as this space has bandwidth as long as Elon Musk provides free service? 10.16.22 lines and lines of free (this) verse Imagine the italicized as clouds (or fog, located down here) sorry Ukraine, we needed someone/thing to root for as we dull, dim, go out before the rush into total darkness too deep, Brian. too, too deep rejoin us. Besides, not the point. Rejoining now.. https://www.popsci.com/star-wars-physics-cloud-city/ this could have been about a stone skipping across water, if we could slow its 3 second life to 85 years? |
| I don’t know life what typifies sheltered me but as … silent majority white male What burrs from my pale, ash lips must be white noise In the mad crush of a sound tunnel that’s trapped me within below mud ancient as layers that swallow whole monuments collapse pyramids Maybe, one tedious earth duster will dig me up some day put me in a museum From dingy little backwoods where beetles lay waste to pine whisk me off to Paris, Rome and other high-brow, wine regions (if grapes haven’t extinguished) Run your gold fingers through my dust Cart my bones city to city in velvet lined glass case But I care first for the scrolls not in future centuries or my hollow expression unchanged But be conferred now before rodentia and maggots come beneath box elder at the bank with a rusted-through gun. 10.15.22 39 lines, free (as a dove) verse My thanks to J. Cash grunge and alt rock covers for keeping it reel bullied into silence as a youth shamed if I don’t button it because I step in it like chewing gum Who put it there? |
| we're updating. things will only get better. sometimes, i'm not so sure anymore...sorry... Loading slower now like watching the wind looking for signs Images, time images fall flat under dim screen pixels like snow land looking for them now It glows, as time goes heart manages on its own lungs independent the same looking out this world for the coldest rain Loading, waiting looking for signs Memories, time images disintegrate in a dull mind pixels won't load landing now Yet, it glows as time winds down I keep living despite the last of the brightest smile goodbye for now, sun 10.15.22 'last' was supposed to be 'loss' my subconscious took over somehow and shifted focused to the sun from her Internalized thoughts continued ▼ The Cars reflect in two songs to open their album: I've listened to the same song for too long = without a dust jacket, warped vinyl wears thin okay, longer definition than necessary I can come at this theme all kinds of ways. |
| fiery heart shaped portal persistently traversed when she lays her hands on the keys vocal chords waxed wet pain-pinged perplexed why her/my other no longer... no longer that's as far as we get imagine a wormhole back but fire persists and the other.. the other? that's as far as we get at least we have each other or, i have caged pain-pinged chords bleeding inside my head persistently traversing her universe until we've met... who knows what could have be(en)? either way or one way it's gonna be (grammatically) incorrect 10.11.22 legs draped on the edge of our universe i hum along wanting to belong 10.11.22 when will it end? somebody once said: love is not possession but i don't want to tell you who Thanks F.R. the more your stock plummets the older i get when my stock could rise (just image all kinds of arrows pointing to the text) i was ready to be done there... and there... and that year... and there... and then you and now and i'm here...i'm here? until it's later |
| head in box wants to see outside corrugated fiber expanding 3 kilometers per second per megaparsec eventual acceptance to have been passively living inside a coffin for life Nope can't turn that into a limerick while waiting on scientists to combine two theories: ER = EPR break open 2 holographic black holes minus supersonic jets colliding wormhole fantastically a known universe in an instant and arrive at another time in another dimension to ask: that was it? and what is this? I'm going back to my cardboard life have they tried AABBA? 10.11.22 24 lines, free verse can you tell i'm bored? https://www.sciencealert.com/this-new-equation-might-finally-unite-the-two-bigge... First verse is about rate universe is expanding ER=EPR is explained in link above. Poem summarizes two co-authored Einstein papers, that combined suggest possibility of inter-dimensional travel. This is a poem why? We solve for the life we have, not the hypothetical. Scientists should try limericks. I've weaponized repulsor technology into my own form of poetry Consider these little interruptions as repulsorlifts integrated into a cloudy, neural city (idea for nerdy poem?) |
| I couldn't dress today. but rather than be cliché, left the robe on the closet nail. no to silk or cotton PJs, sweats and tee are okay. rain pause to go check mail. also ran I’m not going to be, going through motions’ futility — slim shadows on my lonely street. they put me in those clouds, angry I hadn’t made them proud, invisible soul they no longer greet. down highway to their heavenly place, a snubbed fool rejects their grace. I ache to be substance that matters. fiery arrows reign down on me. arrogant-flung, they don't see, strike a glass heart that shatters. lonely in shadow, still on my feet, guarding against rain in an empty street, struggling to matter. indignant guilt buries any other head in sand to hilt. 10.4.22 22 lines, rhyming (tell me what kind?) Six three-line stanzas with particular alternating rhyme pattern finishes on four line verse with aabb scheme. people around me want to dictate and control the narrative and reject the insertion of how I perceive myself and circumstances I'm put in, knowing their propaganda will not allow me to envision future purpose with anything I might lift and call my Excalibur. |
| I grew concerned she would send slivers to my hand if I touched - eventually - my skin became rough from handling lumber long after she became sawdust her timber harvested and sold to a craftsman who deftly hewed and hammered together her pieces, showcased in his home I stand in forest - try, remember - where her vision appeared. saplings root to tower toward that dream of heaven. experience taught true vision is in her soil I no longer don gloves, caress smooth life, moisture for brittle, chapped skin weathered red and frail bones within breaking, crumbling as those towers do, on my heart. 9.30.22 10.4.22 extra 10 lines added 10.5.22 3 lines added I could add to this, continuing metaphor naming various species of trees from an innocent cherry to the mossy oak. Perhaps, she did not lie in good soil… blah. I’m sick of myself. |
…at any given moment… The medication will kick in shortly now…mindfulness, don’t forget…it’s a tireless treadmill we’re on…the sky is a maw swallowing colors…if you look to the East…log on…don’t forget to pick up…what’s so funny?…your meds…waiting…laughing boy… is a tireless treadmill…with waves higher than the Empire State Building… hey, there…get in the fox hole!….Arrrggghhhh!!!…tireless…waiting… are you listening?…look to the North…polar ice caps melt… did you take your meds today???…wait, what time am I supposed to be there?…mail, did you get the mail?…tireless…treading…hear… what I…just said?helloooo…meds?…super position…echoing… repeating…new location…same…in the South…hurricane surge is ripping into the coastal region…area…no, region…correct!… your prescription is ready for pickup…Ding! Ding! Ding!… did you get all of that?…your Zoom conference begins in four minutes…take cover! Hide!!…it’s okay, honey, I’m here now…incipient..void…why did he walk two miles in the dark?… don’t leave me here!…looking to the West… does auntie know you left?…the horizon peaks like the plumage of an atom bomb blast…nu-nu-nuclear Winter…he’s running a fever…discontent..of…I ate all the cherry pills… freezing…tireless treadmill…woozy…catching a train on the fly… haul it in the yard…he’s coming to!…America Wins The War?… concentrate…only a minute left…Just need that billing address… perfect…what? what’s perfect?….I remember you and you…but, I wasn’t there?…don’t hang up…lines crossed…treadmill 0:00…yes, I’m here now…how are you doing?…loaded gun…question…hope I didn’t keep you waiting…ground zero…I’m fine…namaste. Just luggin’ that big ole brain like a gun, hey son?…If I die before I’m born…here, burn the manuscript…postscript…re… re…that’s supposed to go first…can’t kill what’s already dead. 9.29.22 30 lines … to here …  can’t { justify} … oops! got left out — Maa-omm!! running it all back between two atoms human formatting can be a bitch keeps you up to 2 am when you gotta be to work by 5 still aiming for a bullseye, when it gets dark fling the arrow let’s go home when did the ‘po-em’ end? begin?? it’s always running 40 lines … to here Free verse P.s. for real now: This is the stuff I wanted to write, experiment with, (still do) when I was discouraged by my writing instructor, who would go on to be a poet laureate and have a poetry prize named in her honor. I know about all the don’t listen to critics stuff, now. I was young and hung on every word of feedback I could get. It’s what jams my gun, sometimes. Words could be weapons I could be using them wrong How am I to know the difference, then? Than? No, then. Correct! |
| Heaves words like logs into a fire Feels the warmth, hears a crackle Smell piney, smoldering ash stoked, glowing yellow, red, blue, orange chilling, retiring gray and black, hissing at the last of a drink flung Scoop the remainder up again start fresh tomorrow Drawn into lungs under stars glimpsed Such a dreamer Burn through so much wood bountiful, wonderful, burnable wood sectioned, split and stacked Pull up a camp chair and join in 9.29.22 I really write for me. Contests, etc. do little lately to fuel me. Not that I don’t try. Have to heft that wood to get it going. |
| She made a face The queen said she was about to rule that no more bacon be made in the air fryer because she can't get rid of the rancid smell in her house What? I don't smell it Sovereign rule rears its misaligned, ugly tiara once again. Maybe, I'll buy and eat cake -- the whole thing -- and not share.  9.17.22 It's my brother's birthday. Hold you applause...he's a Jehovah. Okay, noted. |
| take a deep breath before you go down… too loud for you, you say. not loud enough for me, in our shared space, lowering the volume, diminishing a vision. dreams chased, uncaptured when you enter the aural blue room, claim the neural space going right through brain in decay, dying from resistance in lonely reminiscence, recapturing just one happy moment building to help soar away from this hole in my head, filling lately with silence. I click keys, tap lightly, not to bother you. I look into a sea of pixels still gleaming. down I go into the belly beneath your level. No idea what it's like to be me? horizons swum unseen by your eyes that thrive in bobbing images connected to words surfacing, soundless until when submerged to ocean floor, leave wonder above -- find another life amid waving anemone, dreams of gilled fish breathing. Oscillation fills dry ears, their bubbles bein blown full of love, heart and eternal rhyme. I have no idea either, but still I wonder. 9.14.22 1.10.23 edited second stanza, still working on. dream-like words, capture wonder and create a mind palace all my own to subside in someone else's world. |
| At least she had the decency to run after him with palette knife to express her passionate plea. I get 30 years of whittled bone from carving words sinking deep beneath my brow producing a Poe-pendulum fate. 9.10.22 |
| "There's no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you." --Maya Angelou and it won’t be told today agony snowballing in gut knows the void expressed and never understood story isn’t truth retold no words capture this void shaded by elms cooled hovering above roofs untethered ghosting your walls Impenetrable feint horizontal flecks unwitnessed it won’t ever be told to a soul risk the misunderstanding of black illuminating only within no suffering inescapable blanketed dark dreams unfolding refolding in cavern just echoes painted on a canvas you pass in narrow passage between two indifferent hearts one bleeds just, not for you 9.10.22 21 years tomorrow — a misdirect, I confess |
| 8 by 10 yellow waves ripple an ocean sunset. eyes stray into glass-field gleaming. heart bounds toward a clear vision. if I stray, fear I'll fade forever. in wildflower an idle mind wades. weightless, lifted higher, sunken into that mahogany frame. horizon nears in that lucid pane reforming. rush of a dry, sage world arrives. new silence escapes the heavy day. in valley, vibrant voices beckon. browned skin in dusty cotton dress witnessed in bittersweet isolation, happy in love's desolation. blue eyes, daisies adorn pale skin blushing. red, a widening sea soon engulfs me. sucked into time-paused eternity, stolen moments break inside reality. clocks realign, reawaken one redeemed. it still does shine, now unconfined. dreams tucked away, still at play. a random view from that 8x10 hung helped remember when, the sun, two who were young, glowed on that horizon. 9.8.22 originally:
more of a romantic tact for the old poem about memories inspired by a glass-framed photo
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| I. the ocean came gently Whispering, I love you travell’d a long way fear’d I might lose you the last words dying in the rolling ocean like a single drop “came” miraculous grateful to have last moments part life and fear entering into the afterlife noiseless, patient I mark’d a little promontory, isolated Mark’d vacant, vast surrounding II. It launch’d forth unreeling tirelessly speeding Noiseless a spider on a rock small It weaves a complex, beautiful web pays close attention completes its task By the end importance clear lines open-ended. its web a metaphor for soul but means isn’t clear. 9.6.22 23 lines Redaction Poetry The Daily Poem  2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021    Redacted From: Walt Whitman, From Poetry Analysis Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travell’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you, For I could not die till I once look’d on you, For I fear’d I might afterward lose you. In this lesser-known piece, Walt Whitman describes the last words of a narrator’s dying lover and his assurances they will find one another again in the rolling ocean. The poem begins with the speaker telling his reader that someone, like a single drop from the ocean, “came” to him. This is something that seems miraculous to the speaker. He is grateful to have found someone to spend his last moments with. He is part of the circle of life and death, and by the end of the poem, the fear associated with entering into the afterlife has dissipated. A noiseless, patient spider, I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself; Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them. In ‘A Noiseless Patient Spider,’ the speaker spends the poem watching a spider. It is on a rock overlooking the ocean. Although it is small, the impact on the area and the speaker is clear. It weaves a complex, beautiful web. The speaker pays close attention to how, string by string, the spider completes its task. By the end of the poem, the larger importance of the text as a metaphor is made clear. The final lines conclude the poem, but they are very open-ended. He says that he sees the spider and its web as a metaphor for his soul, but what exactly he means by this isn’t clear. |
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Thank you for your generous donation to [Link To Item #quillhome] ! *^*Quill*^* Every donation is used to celebrate WdC while recognizing quality work and acknowledging community involvement. Kindest Regards, Lilli](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Quill_Sponsor-1375927_6.gif)
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Congratulations on being our Honorable Mention in March of 2022 at [Link To Item #2216416] !
Blessings, Sharmelle](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Inspiring_Love_For_Poetry-2259846_14.gif)
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Congratulations on your 1st Place win in the April 2022 Round of Chapter One! Great entry! *^*Smile*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Chapter_1-2251918_14.gif)
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A work of art which did not begin in emotion is not art.
― Paul Cezanne
Thanks for your participation in my 'art' challenge via my notebook feed.
Keep on being inspired! *^*Bigsmile*^*](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/Kudos-Every_Moment_Matters.gif)
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Thank you for sharing it! It's genius.
