Sunday, April 12, 2015

Catching up with older poetry...

 Okay, here is some other poetry I wrote along the way…

29 Apr 14

Inspired by a vagabond seen on the drive home today...
Vagabond shoes
Pack on his back
Swinging his guitar
Playing the blues?
I think not
Up with the moon
Out with the sun
Back with the twilight
We play the blues
Not he who wears the vagabond shoes
The freedom of the open road
The prison of the cubicle
Hard knocks life
Paperwork strife
We sing the blues
Not he who wears the vagabond shoes

27 Apr 14

Choice
Control the beast
Tame the beast
Become the beast
Realize you are the beast
Accept the beast
Channel the beast
That is choice

15 Apr 14

Hero or monster
Depends on perception
Who benefits, who doesn't
Some say the heroes have gone the way of the dinosaurs
I say they have not
I say they are on their vision quests right here right now, gathering the light with which to illuminate the world again
I say each of us is a hero in our own way
We have traveled the road of travails and fears, moved through the trials and fears, came out on the other side unscathed yet changed with a gift for the world to share
If the world chooses not to see, the gold becomes dross, the wheat becomes chaff, the fire becomes ash
If one person, one person, chooses to see, what a marvelous transformation can be
Are we willing to take the journey, return unscathed yet changed, and turn the dross into gold for simply one person, even if that person is ourselves?

13 Apr 14

There is a stately large oak tree in the park we walk through often that we have yet to see any birds in.The other trees are full of life when the birds come through. That and reading "The Power of Myth" rendered this poem today:
The Dying Tree
Why do the birds not flock to this tree?
For it has lost its Deity
Its roots are in the ground yet not connected to the Earth
Its branches are in the sky yet not connected with the Sun nor the Moon
Its bark is the air yet not connected with the Wind or the Rain
The tree is in Nature yet not connected with Nature
For it has lost its Deity
The tree eats
The tree drinks
The tree sleeps
But it is not long for Here
Once its leaves no longer sway and sing with the breeze, it will truly be gone
For it has lost its Deity

13 Apr 14

My take on a statement poem...
Statement: If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If dreams had wings, I'd be riding dragons
Dreams do have wings, so why aren't you riding dragons?
Fear
Fear of heights
Fear of fire
Fear of falling
Fear of failing
So, tell me again why you're not riding dragons, really?

13 Apr 14

Let us
Dance to the music of the spheres
Find the yin to our yang
Rejoice in our own mortality
Sort perception from Reality
Hear the Truth with our own ears
Live in the Here and Now
This is the joy of Being

13 Apr 14

I wrote this when I was only six poems behind (rather than the 11 I'm now at...):
Six poems behind
Barely have time for a rhyme
Working full time
May seem sublime
But at times leaves creativity dead

1 Apr 14

Starting off with a senyru with Italian flair - just having a bit of fun!

April 1st, Fools Day
Ah, giorno di capriccio!
Divertente, si?


It's Been A While…National Poetry Month 2015

Apparently I didn't post on this blog at all last year…and I don't remember how well I did in writing poetry in April 2014 anyway - can find out on the National Poetry Month page on Facebook easy enough (I think).

I have written poetry every day this month though - thus far…

Here are my offerings for those first 12 days of April 2015:

1 Apr 15

Wanting rain not sun
Loving sun, needing water
How dry we are now

2 Apr 15

Wanting rain, not wind
Wind drying, water better
Drier we are now

3 Apr 15

Mother moon, new moon
Black moon, super moon, bleak days
Full moon, red moon, why?
Omens portend scary nights
What man breaks, nature makes right

4 Apr 15

Being female, I have
an internal inferno
that comes on at night
sleep disturbances are rife
Change of Life not so much fun

5 Apr 15

Rain? Naught but rumors of rain

Yet not a drop against my windowpane

Weathercaster's April Fool's joke

But wait, what's that sound?

The patter of drops on my windowpane!

Rumors of rain made real

6 Apr 15

Through the tear-stained pane
Flowers, yellow and purple
Comfort my sorrow
Knowing you're gone forever
Your garden is memory

7Apr 15

Thunder and lightning 

Not so very frightening 

Hail and funnel clouds

Furious rain against panes

Thank you, blest Mother Nature!

8 Apr 15

Snow on mountain peaks
Gold at the end of rainbow
Water's sweet relief

9 Apr 15

Writer's block have I
Poem, poem, where are you?
Made eight days - now nine!


 10 Apr 15

Friday eve, full week
Fingers not yet bony
Rather, brain tired

Two for 12 Apr 15 (oops…)

Healthy, wealthy, wise
how have definitions changed
from Ben Franklin's time?

and here's poem #12 for the month…
values, principles
all boil down to our own
personal ethics