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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 ▼ |
| 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."  "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. |
| You changed your costume. Do you not remember when you were spurned? How fire doused chilled you? You changed your tone, making me believe you cannot absorb pain of a memory that informed. I long to see you eyes aflame, because I just stopped thinking about how you used to sing pain like fire. It feels centuries old when burned. Blisters leave scars that can never hide pain. How fire did that to you. 4.13.22 Cannon's cover of On Fire For You changed. |
| heat could penetrate this mantle with a sun millions of miles away gently disturbing molecules floating by unanimated butterflies that don't spark that don't light a bug in vernal scene passion could penetrate this soul with a moon nearer to my heart tonight gently disturbing chemicals flowing through unanimated cicadas that won't spark that yet won't wake a bug for many years and while we are on this vinyl spinning round the sun and moon go through their phases are not gentle, disturb, and keep floating by they animate all that is real, except me, now a bug trapped eternal in every stagnant season, still dreaming return to anything better than this. 4.13.22 Not for you, or you, or you, because no one but me dreams like me, in retrograde. I fear punctuate but appreciate sentence breaks and flow of words meted. |
| Rolling grey in this gusty garden, remnants of last year's unharvested. Rolling about this dusty, fogged head, last year's forgotten joys: blue skies agleam, a simple plot radiating, glint gutters funneling a shower’s surprise, daffodils early return amid inhaled hyacinth hastened, lambs of April. Storms seldom abate this season, longing Spring revival to release me. Out a smeared window, ice-crust soil slogged. Leafy beds below windows do not burst a thirst of green tubers, rooted underground. Sun from heaven barely shines. Cloud skies' gloom in April darken as doom for garden flowers perennial reprise, won't release wary eyes from winter’s guise. 4.13.22 17 lines, free verse Title: a call to action 2nd Place, 4.19.22 (always a bridesmaid...) for Stormy's Poetry Newsletter https://www.writing.com/main/newsletters/action/archives/id/11321-Jane-Kenyon.ht... words: grey skies April showers garden flowers spring surprise |
| By unknown gravitation, levitation, they seem migrate everywhere, when not found heeled to head, hung to shirt neck; toying with me, a mindless man, be-fogged, squinting uncorrected ability to scan a scene piled perilously, from here to there. Haphazard, shorn, mangled documents wedge within, and upon, spiraled, stapled, and glued, blue-lined pads, mingle with half-fallen-down books, a phone not charging, two tablets full ready & honed instruments discarded, collecting in puzzled places as hidden 3D images in my two-dimensional, sub-reality; when she walks up to me, bewildered, arm stretched out and says, 'here, you looking for these?' It happens more often than it should. But, no need panic, as I'm accustomed, with four more pair still wandering, waiting (re)discovery somewhere within, and possibly without, jungled mazes of this house. 4.10.22 formerly titled: 'Looking For These?' run on sentences in my poetry can signify several things. in this case, anxiety and the endless game of hunting for what we have lost, need recover, including sanity. following was typed with no aid for vision, making me think I need go on another safari, especially if I want to edit. |
| don't aim for my ears. don't aim for my ears. don't. I don't want to hear. but with your call heard above the willow, I visualize flowing, straw so smooth, lace a tender chin, frame rose jowls jutting beneath that bay of blue. don't aim for my eyes. don't aim your eyes at mine. don't. I don't want to know that you could really see me now, after all these years, like this, alone and wishing... flow, straw so tender in willow aims at me, some isle of a man who cannot run, could not visualize your arms open to rigid oak, a dense wood, that could shadow your form if the sun had hit us just right. I don't want to hear hello. I didn't want to see you go, flow fading into night, alight in dreams beneath a moon's glow a fog-head still clearly envisions. no aim. no aim. no flow. why must the moon still glow? 4.9.22 |
| your body may have been small I'll never know after I heard you glance off the bay window, though I could go look. I don't want to. I'm all alone and small like you on the inside of something protective that isn't a heart, about as big as you, I would imagine, from melodious sound that may have signaled a death toll My body may have been small, but I'll never know how hard the sound when I glanced off big hands, thick, though I could go look, in my hell hole. I don't want to know I'm all alone, small, make no sound in this giant shell of a living man who does not want to relive what you go through, struggling, possibly...now... I'm small let's leave it at that. 4.9.22 |
| Burn For This? (Will I Ever Know?) I’m trying to say something to you in a way you never quite thought of, hopefully handsome, that you’ll appreciate, maybe, even dream a little about me, the way my words might form when our eyes meet, might they dilate and flesh heat. while we may never greet or extend a hand to the other, more personally, warm a tender back; two limbs entwine sodden torsos, finally arrive to perfect sunrise. roots firm grasp terra we soil together, feeling true worth, before undeniable repose; losing the sun to moonless nights, winter a dark year alone, yearn vernal return, early — less a lion, longing like lambs. with tender lips kiss a finally thawed, wet glass — kiss window pane, escape somehow through a filmy thing, when you couldn’t look out, needed words burst a hard land, touch hope lingering soft, in blue hearts, burning again. Will I ever know…if I did that? 4.9.22 4.13.22 edit |
| I’ve written a lot of stuff I won’t post, resist what might be temptation. But this, no qualms… I could be somewhere between Will Smith laughing at Chris Rock’s Oscars joke and that fist upside the comedian’s jughead jaw to yelling keep her name out your mouth to weeping during an honor professing desire to be a vessel for love. What you get is not staged but reaction to all that confounds. I got to get it right. I know when I’m baited, learned to dial it down, step back. But, definitely, I won’t be poned or dismissed and have to actively figure a way to prepare and sort it when dared…by life and by trolls…indifferent or direct. Will may have been in laugh mode before quickly connecting the dots before going off. Rock sells controversy as comedy, but not as edge as he once was. Rock is scripted. Smith might not be. If I script, I’m fake. Got to work it real and keep the pressure on. Be West Philly in the house. 3.29.22 We all like to think we can relate, know what goes on and then crazy shit like this happens and we walk it back. Nope. Got to move on. 4.9.22 The more you read me, the more you might misunderstand, judge…I’m okay with that. I’ll keep plugging away. You do you. I’m not hating. They need you to watch. I’m not like that. |
| We shun what’s real, buy over-manufactured crap from a slick, plastic molder with more capital, warehouses to the stiffs walking in, walking out; so easy, a child could make, for pennies on American dollars, shipped across borders, shores. So, lace them, and button up, flash you fashion and grin how clever money. Now, give. 4.6.22 |
| As I wander, cloud a divergent lane -- two paths could be taken, but I-I drift, having harvested the succulence, in a season fruitful, labored and dying winter white. My essence could burst, yet, not a drop yet to drink. Spared, until some corner field famished, I arrive, flow free. Tread softly as I die, gentle, knowing, better to have lived and not lost. The only question, can you harvest a lonely dream, as the death of me? With water rising everywhere, surging to sea, mellow mists frost, freeze in divergent air. Breathe free and know me there, and from my own true path in life, what I've seen, transparent, floating like me over hills and mounts, a field golden sprung, edged by unfolding trees. A crowd seeds, inspires fluttering, dust and dancing beside a clear lake leveled, after the thaw comes. 4.6.22 21 lines, free verse inspired by quotes of great poets to celebrate National Poetry Month: https://www.oxford-royale.com/articles/famous-lines-poetry/ Lost ▼ |
| The tether thins with weather, with age Don't let me off that leash. Who knows where I'll roam. The dog house is always haven here Don't let me out of my den Who knows where I'll roam The collar signifies my worth, owned. Don't ever let me go free, because who knows where I'll roam. The night captures its animal freed The moon consumes my dull eyes The stars shine for some reason why The days erode, barely connect a life The sun shuns my confused eyes A lone star burns for some reason why The endless life meanders beyond youth The earth spins fast for slow eyes Dirt severed, receives for some reason, why? 4.5.22 |
| what does it matter? they don’t notice a boy who hides in shadows past their egress in a harrowing hallway to the rear stairs no one takes at recess... they could access to find him acting out last night's episodes: from dinner table to television fare to the hero he needs be, for others unselfishly, brazenly acting a colorful fool, running down his street, blue blanket, neck-tied on the steps, quiet, but buzzing fluorescence, where a tall wall rises to meet the same ceiling lingers amid potent dust never cleaned that he puts his face right on to feel cool, smooth laminate, cheek-tacked when the bell torments his reality returning. why does it matter that they don't notice a boy alone in the shadows with fears blocking egress to their escape to any exit that will do, to recess, access 4.5.22 |
| Bedding that soothed a sweaty head served many purposes when I needed to avoid him in the bunkbed or wall closet, with blanket bus or fortress of solitude in plaster, devouring well worn comics, and Brach's pix-a-mix stolen from her secret stash in the cupboard. However, in memory, no more is that sanctuary. The freshest escape, summer day, true freedom came beneath the clothesline with her wooden pins. This woman who saved me from a dark cell, savior, with bleached skin and heavy fragrance breathing from her bosom, sheltered me within musty comforters and quilts to never be found. I celebrate, a solitary boy, absorbing filtered light, within the actions of painted panels with heroes made green, made of stone, ugly outside like the boy dreamed his reality until soft delusion. Wherever I tack my sheets, safely divided from him. Quill Nominated Best Poetry Collection two consecutive years, 2020 and 2021. |
| from a carrier pigeon who shouldered the weight of the world entrusted to pre-teen boys who could pedal a bike with 30+ unstapled publications folded with flyers inside of yet wet print, stuffed in a logo-ed satchel, hung around the neck, delivered before school or by supper-time, chased by the canines of curs -- just the same as our mailmen -- shifting speeds at intersections hoping to avoid heavy machines and driver's neglect for brakes. dimes and quarters scooped from mailboxes, jars, under doormat, inside a door frame or porch and other designated areas a stripe-shirt with blond mop and red face could hunt, accept your currency, so bosses get their cut on a weekly basis, or just not profit in porcine safe -- because delinquent -- and 12-year-olds couldn't conceive collection without a commission-less, parent accountant. 4.3.22 giving some thought, as a former carrier |
| The widening cedes an easy target. I draw an arrow from a forgotten quiver. Something stirs in a long idle heart, As I aim; it’s too late, out of sight. The years an archer aches, pains more To spy fleeting game in this forest. The narrowing cloisters a hard soul. I take up a bow from its neglected case. Something stirs yet in a long idle soul. As I aim, it’s my fate, within purview. The years an artist pains, aches infinite, To cull fleeting game out of this forest — if ever again, because strings on bows break. 4.2.22 Something I made up…about tender instruments…as a heart. |
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