Tagged: poem
Victory Stance. A poem about addiction.
http://stevenhocker.wordpress.com/
Addiction,
It’s like a grappling hook
Pulling into,
grabbing
Digging into rock
A false sense of safety
Trust and faith in a rope
A hook that can fail
And leave you spiraling
Falling
Tumbling
Down to the ground
You grab hold of the rope
Pulling
Straining Continue reading
PAY DAY THURSDAY: Guest Blogger Post
Thank you to everyone who submitted posts. There were so many wonderful posts to choose from. I linked back to everyone’s articles at the bottom of the post. If it was an original post I linked back to their main page on their blog. Please give their blogs a look.
While reading this post I was captivated. I kept going back to it. It was full of voice, I could hear Kevin speaking through the words. This post made me think. It was engaging. It was curious. I found myself thinking about Alice in Wonderland it was curiouser and curiouser. The mind and the memory are fascinating to me.
I’d like to introduce you to Kevin Brennan from the blog What the Hell. He is originally from St. Louis, MO, and now lives in Petaluma, CA.
Lover’s Embrace, Bangladesh
Lover’s embrace
A lover’s grace
Into a life time of
A moment
Lover’s grace
Lover’s embrace
In your arms I fell
Into love with you
Into your arms I fell
Before the final fall Continue reading
Parish/Perish
St. Raphaels.
Parish/perish
The fire burned
What is left is a shell
All that remains
is the massive bell
It’s over grown
But well maintained Continue reading
Time
http://www.rgbstock.com/bigphoto/mf9QLh0/Blurred+tunnel
TIME
Even though I don’t always show it,
I hope you know it
That I love you
I don’t know how
And I don’t why Continue reading
Stuff it Tuesday! ‘Storetry’ Number 2 a bloggers challenge for poets, writers and photographers!! Join me!
So this week there were not as many submissions but it still turned out nicely.
I put the link to each persons submission below their piece so that you can check out their blog. Please show support and give their blog a look to see if it’s something that interests you. If you would like to read last weeks ‘Storetry’ you can find it here.
I’ve had many people say they will participate next week in the STUFF IT TUESDAY challenge, so let’s see if these people are people of their word or not! *gasp, did she just say that? Yes I think she did!*
I will post this weeks opening paragraph and closing poem under the Stuff it Tab on my main page tomorrow. So watch for it if it interests you.
Let’s get to it!
Past, Present and Future Reside, a poem.
How do you feel when you see things that don’t sit well with you?
Do you go and talk to you friends and say what a shame things are?
When you see or hear about an injustice being done to a fellow human being do you sit and take a moment to think about how that makes you feel? Do you let it stir and simmer? Do you use that passion to move you forward and take action?
Are you aware of yourself and the passion that burns inside you? Do you make a difference in the lives of those around you? Do you give back to community? Do you volunteer? Do you make a difference?
If not…… Continue reading
The long lost art of the Smile.
http://www.mixedplateblog.com/2009/10/smile.html
Have you forgotten how to smile?
Have you forgotten how to be patient and kind? Have you forgotten how to be thoughtful, helpful? When was the last time that you opened a door for someone, went to their aid when they dropped their books? When was the last time that you connected with a stranger through a meaningful exchange? When was the last time you asked after someone’s well being? Weekend? Family? And actually meant it and were eager to hear the answer?
PAY DAY THURSDAY: Introducing Jim The Running Son
http://www.robynlayton.co.uk/index.php?/project/battle-arts-logo/
So this week I have collaborated with Jim, The Running Son in my first ever attempt at a ‘poetry’ battle, poem collaboration!
Don’t forget to vote at the end!
Let’s find out a little more about Jim. The drum roll please…..
Nonsensical
Image props: Angela Stewart
The poem begins now.
So I call this poem nonsensical. I wanted to challenge myself. I always try to search for and pass on meaning, depth, an underlying message in my poetry and I thought this might be a great exercise to help me write outside of my box. To help me learn to write words that have no correlation, that are nonsensical. But see this is impossible because all things are related and all words are correlated. Whether we have the eyes to see it or the soul to feel it. You can never walk away from it.
While this exercise stretched my word association and the way I think about words I realized that I quite like my box.
So I either failed this exercise miserably or it led me further, deeper in my journey to self-discovery.
Nonsensical
The glimmering dull echo of touch
Writings of a Mrs 