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...full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
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Sometimes epiphanies about my insights on writing and life and what goes on...

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."


Trying to make sense of life is maddening. Why do I need to know, when truth may not actually exist? Learning to accept would be a better pursuit. Flailing about in this mediocrity, hoping to bust out.

I'm on Twitter:
https://mobile.twitter.com/glaedrfly

I'm on Facebook, too. Can you find me?

You can put a face with a name. Fiction is what you write, not who you are.

I also encourage you to read my notebook, biography and more.

THANK YOU alfred booth, wanbli ska for the ribbon and continuous support!


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September 21, 2017 at 11:36am
September 21, 2017 at 11:36am
#920699


While Listening To Our Song

I swirl with you
Round the room
To our favorite song
Leaning, whispering
Deep into your ear
I'm dying
I'm dying
One last dance
Our autumn bright
Fades in blue eyes
Fades to white
I hold on tighter
Crash with crimson sun
Into that good night.

September 20, 2017 at 9:50am
September 20, 2017 at 9:50am
#920643
What if I were to re-write an old static of poetry? Looking at "Iron and Ore and thinking, I would do that differently. But, do you change the old or make a new? So, I blog changes. I might change. No room for new statics.


Heavenly blue
jilted ore
pellets brilliant wonder
match a child's eyes --
nestle in pants pockets
packed to the brim

Rough gems restrict stride

Grasshoppers hum
cut the humid silence
Black wings
pale yellow tips
flit, sail down
rusted rail
worn smooth --
warm blistered feet
brown and nimble

Distance protects me
from the lonely wail
Iron trail tracks to a time
when grandpa died

The train runs on time --
took years to get here

Red crossing signals
before the dropping gate
I'll have to wait
for this locomotive to pass.


I hate punctuation, starting lines with caps. Want a better handle on that. Need focus on word's expression.
September 19, 2017 at 10:33am
September 19, 2017 at 10:33am
#920600
Eyes stained by light
Do not see a thick, pale wall
Vision distorted



We blindly do what's right, but can't see truth.
:delusion
September 17, 2017 at 7:10pm
September 17, 2017 at 7:10pm
#920517
Just one person,
Wish I were one hundred,
Like-minded;
So,
I could kiss you all,
Let you know you are whole,
Because that would let me know,
I am.
September 15, 2017 at 12:03pm
September 15, 2017 at 12:03pm
#920395
Looks behind at his wake to see,
He put everything back straight in Their House.

September 15, 2017 at 11:11am
September 15, 2017 at 11:11am
#920393
Another 1-Finger Type


Leave
Leave it alone
See how clouds swirl...
Leave
Leave it behind
Smell autumn's arrival
Hear dry foliage clatter
Forgotten laundry
Soon unpinned stems

Come
Come over here
Touch dewed lawn
Come
Come to my voice
Taste sweet apple
Savor sour perfection
Look
Look my way

Harvest this
Not memory
Do not mine
Rockpile of thought
The sun soon departs
While it lasts
Come cast a look
Leave it behind

I cannot
In good conscience
Leave him behind
I cannot
A poor boy confused
Refuses to leave
Ruddy-faced
Blond, blue-eyed
Delusion
Does not know

I cannot
Pure in heart
Look ahead
I cannot
A delicate child
Scared to come
Mussed clothes
Bare of foot
Fears, still
Hasn't realized

I cannot
Quit him
I cannot come
To his aid
We're both stuck
Go on ahead
We're all right here
Say goodbye to autumn
The sun, vistas
Someday seen


Before you go...
Too dark
I'll be here
Until we meet again.



I was beautiful once
Realized too late
Can't get it back
Still inside me
I keep reaching in
But something different comes out
Grasping
Regretting
Shrugging
Energy spurned
Humming deep within
Teasing, reminds
I was beautiful once
Innocent, lost
Still in a dark
Husked heart
Unsheathed
When I near you
Truth lighting
My cavernous soul
With no eyes
I yearn to be within
Reside with you
Describe for me
What's there
So at least I can shed a tear
I was beautiful once
I did not know him
At least I did
Time forgot
I feel him
And he won't come out.

September 15, 2017 at 9:55am
September 15, 2017 at 9:55am
#920388
You would have been 34.


September 14, 2017 at 11:18pm
September 14, 2017 at 11:18pm
#920366
"You don’t get to control everything. You can wake up at 5 a.m. every day until you’re tired and broken, but if the words or the painting or the ideas don’t want to come to fruition, they won’t. You can show up every day to your best intentions, but if it’s not the time, it’s just not the fucking time. You need to give yourself permission to be a human being."

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jamie-varon/to-anyone-who-thinks-theyre-falling-be...
September 10, 2017 at 3:22pm
September 10, 2017 at 3:22pm
#920090
A Tribute to 💎 Stan Stanley 💎, one of the good ones Writing.com forgot:

The Veld

“So hows life treating you?”
Wobbling my hand,
"comme ci comme ca.”

Phrases I have used countless times
throughout my life
without thinking twice
just carried on with my routine for the day.

(I)n the early hours of the next morning,
when I went to bed,
I was starting to drift into what I call neither world,
neither here nor there.
It is between being awake and sleeping,
my body relaxed
mind at peace with myself.

It is also when I am most vulnerable

to unwarranted fears
and unwanted thoughts.
It was then a thought
lay on the empty stage of my mind,
like a white plastic carrier packet
laying on an empty street at night,
in the circle of a street light,
waiting for the wind to sweep it up.

The thought was waiting for me to carry it away.

Knowing from past experience
trying to sleep would be more exhausting than getting up,
I got up quietly
made myself a cup of coffee
and sat outside on the porch
pondering on the thought:

“So hows life treating you?”

Herman Charles Bosman once said,
"Sometimes at night
when the world is very still,
a soft wind comes sweeping across the veld.
Then, if you are outside and listen very carefully,
you can hear the story it has to tell."



Miss you, my friend.
Brian


All rights belong to him. Attribution to a deeply reflective, poignant man who suffered 'high grade' bladder cancer. My sorrow for his departure from our community.

Please share his words and memory.
September 9, 2017 at 7:38am
September 9, 2017 at 7:38am
#920026
A poet is like a murderer,
Leaving clues at the scene of his crime,
Hoping you piece them together,
Come looking for him;
So he can kill you
Where he lives.


https://twitter.com/glaedrfly/status/906485083896520704
September 6, 2017 at 12:22am
September 6, 2017 at 12:22am
#919860
Stream of Life

Snub-nosed
Cruising past
perilous outcrops
The stream of life
Hurled rush
Pushes me ashore
Tail battered
Scarred
Sometimes bleeds
Redirects,
Flips, whips
I shimmy higher

The stream of life
Rushes around
Sends me down
A sandy stir
Dust up
Rippled skin,
Scale-worn
Deflect
Float again into

The stream of life
Soft, Bubbling
Sends me again
On a journey
Little fins coast
Eyes alert
Body sleek
Shimmer beneath
Cool glass sun

The stream of life
Unaware
Tosses me asea
Turbulent tide
Monsters quake,
Glare, menace
My feeble flesh
Narrows to hide
Dark wasteland

The stream of life
Fades fast
Leaves me be
My misfortune
No business here
Little pond
So long ago
I miss home
I look back for
The stream of life
Invisible, gone
I'm on my own
Goodbye

August 28, 2017 at 3:53pm
August 28, 2017 at 3:53pm
#918792

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-tango/

Mmm, I want a cigarette. Passion and visions collide. You want to be moved visually by a poem?
August 19, 2017 at 3:29pm
August 19, 2017 at 3:29pm
#917917


 
STATIC
Brother's Brew  (E)
After his life-threatening battle with cancer, I realized my brother's impact on my life.
#2131726 by 🕊 brian

 
STATIC
Celtic Roots  (E)
A child of Poetry denies his shared trait with the woman who brought words to life.
#2131601 by 🕊 brian
August 16, 2017 at 10:30pm
August 16, 2017 at 10:30pm
#917704
Discovered wattpad finally (my kids have been using it). Taking a trial run and thinking about putting a majority of my writing there on the app, once I get familiar enough with it.
Not exactly the place for old farts or poets, but I have to see what else is out there for me. Need to move my roots around and see what else is out there.
I've likely outlived my usefulness here, though I love creating items to share. I'm failing fellow writers in the feedback area because I'm too focused on me these days...and the eyesight thing. *Cool*
They say wattpad is 90% readers. I can finally pursue fiction on my terms.

I have long been a cheerleader for this site, trying to share it throughout internet and social media, hoping to build a following here. I guess it didn't have the desired impact.

When someone told me I was among the Top 10 writers on this site, I thought, need to find a bigger pond. Fortunately, internet streams connect writers everywhere. Just need to see where this new journey takes me.

Plus, I think Brian Keith Compton might resurface!
August 2, 2017 at 12:53am
August 2, 2017 at 12:53am
#916550
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I write poems on my cellphone now. I could have never imagined that.

To celebrate 11 years, I will add to this blog post throughout the day with all of my favorite moments here at Writing.com these last 1.1 decades...

The first poem I offered this writing community:

 
STATIC
Memory Fades  (E)
Memory fades from the words we don't follow.
#1139344 by 🕊 brian


Written about a girl in college who didn't think we were compatible until it was too late for us...our lives were moving in different directions.

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Someone noticed me as more than a newbie within a month of joining. A WOW award by a member who shared my Michigan roots....and a poem that seems to have become my most successful among readers and reviewers...

STATIC
Before I'm Rejected By You  (E)
The artist fears to commit to his subject.
#1152712 by 🕊 brian


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Going on a high speed chase, backward through time, looking for myself. The detectives eat donuts, the coroner readies sharp instruments, the newsroom plays games with crumpled copy, while I haven't arrived yet....

The latest Apple iPhone poem...

Love and Words

Poetry isn't my first language
It was a beating rhythm
In my mother's belly
My fraternal twin
Conceived
Undelivered
Until I set pencil to spiral notebook
Resurrected
It revealed itself
Having hidden in my flesh
Imprinted on shared DNA
Celtic roots
Like risen cream
Giving birth over and over
To her traditional flavor
Tamed by a foolish boy
With ideas of his own
Only to return
Inevitable
Crying
For the womb
To heal his eyes, ears, mouth
Show all
What love and words
Truly are made of.


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And now, I tweet about my experience as a writer via my Twitter account...

https://twitter.com/glaedrfly/status/892728530580254721

Lots more treats to come today...

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In 2009, I was recognized with as North Star recipient from Circle of Sisters, thanks in part to Gabriella and Kimchi, but not without my early recognition as a Rising Star from MDuci . Where are you Marlena?

The recognized poem...

STATIC
My Oxygen  (E)
Remembering the life and love she gave from one little molecule.
#1633450 by 🕊 brian


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Perfection is lost once we try to conceive.

Everything beautiful we yearn has already been perfected...and lost.

Ambition is now the cruel mistress, leaving me with all these unfinished projects.

What keeps us going is this naive belief we can find truth...when actually we're deluding ourselves with our own fantasy. (A)ware of that, we still keep trying. There is joy in the chase, this process. Maybe it is not illusion but love of the game.


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July 28, 2017 at 9:59am
July 28, 2017 at 9:59am
#916272
Obsessed With Expression
A lonely journey to fine tuning a rough voice

They know
You stood in the center of town
Cried
Lied
You had their eyes
Your one act play
Over
Transmission from past
Haunt the empty present

You eye
The town square
Metaphysically measure
Every wooden crate
The right wood
The exact height
Keeping vigil
The clock
When that window
Opens
To your sleepless plight

The dive will be sweet
The end nears
The last act
Cannot be repeated.


Just a two minute poem written while listening to Warning by Incubus.
July 20, 2017 at 9:08pm
July 20, 2017 at 9:08pm
#915858


They get me.
July 16, 2017 at 3:13pm
July 16, 2017 at 3:13pm
#915518
Circles
Tighter
Centrify
A word
Melded in mind
Does not exist

Thought
Vacate
Blend in
Circles
Loosen
Wobble free
In to space
Spun from head

Ideas
Return
Solidify
Circles
Tighten
Restrict
Forcibly gasp
I need air

Do not think

Flowers
Fragrance
Beauty abounds
Centrify
I'll be okay
Alone
Here
For a while...


'Centrify?' Isn't that like hillbilly slang? How'd I come up with that? Oh, this is no gem. Just wonder if Webster's could credit me one day for creating a word.


July 14, 2017 at 10:09pm
July 14, 2017 at 10:09pm
#915411
The bathroom mirror is just the right light
for my reflection,
and if I pull my skin taught
just so
to remove the hard lines --
too many years of
laughter
harsh sun
dehydrating gin and
bitter
unrefined
caffeine make --
you can see how beautiful
I once looked
before
time snaps back.

But, I don't care how I look.
I care how you care.
You see with your eyes.
You don't feel with your heart,
and I scrunch my face a little more,
age for you --
gray hair,
pallid skin
sagging breast
a less nimble walk
for this cock
with a song in his heart
can still crow --
with fire blue eyes
red organ, prideful,
beating hard and strong
in it's somber cage.



Might revise. Just came to me. What about...

before
time
snaps
back.

...to end first stanza? Hmm, drama much?



I elucidate, disappear, return to edit, then vanish to come back more and wonder...what was that? I will never understand this process.
Putting myself out there...
July 13, 2017 at 9:44pm
July 13, 2017 at 9:44pm
#915339
I did the Ancestry.com DNA sample kit that I got for my birthday and have been wrapped up in genealogy. Most of the work was done years ago by my cousins Dennis and Debra (my Mom's side). With Celtic roots, I'm 67% Great Britain, only 21% Italy/Greece (sorry Dad). And, nine percent located in: Belgium, France, Germany, Netherlands, Switzerland, Luxembourg, Liechtenstein. Less than one percent Asian.

I learned I am the great, great, great grandson of Irishman whose name came from McAdoh or McHugh or McCue. McAdoh is said to be Celtic for "son of fire." He participated in the 1798 Irish revolution and dropped the Mc from his last name (to hide from the English) when he moved to America not long after -- where met a woman in Pennsylvania and married. She gave birth to my great, great grandpa and died shortly thereafter. He married twice more and his lineage carries nearly 1400 offspring to this day.

Funny that my great Italian grandpa's story has similarity. He fled supposedly because of a murder. He didn't want to be implicated, moved to America and got settled. Eventually all but one of his offspring relocated here, too. My grandpa Bertolomeo fought for the United States in the Spanish-American War of 1898. He was an iron miner.

I'm learning one of my all-time favorite writers may be a distant relative -- Margaret Atwood (10th cousin). Still trying to confirm, since I'm not a premium member of Ancestry.com. Dennis said we are related to Laura Ingalls Wilder and a descendant of a Mayflower voyageur. Not done building my family tree and yet to visualize the full work of my cousins. Hoping to add more.

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