a poetic journal.
Filmed on April 15th, 2021. Two poems, He Kissed Me followed by an untitled note to a friend. This was a special evening. It was the Freedom of Speech anniversary show and the first time we were all together in person since the lockdown. What an evening, what a group of great people.
Continue reading “He Kissed Me plus one.”
Bonjour petite nouvelle annéeContinue reading “2024”
bienvenue à ce monde!
May you I finally
take advantage
of your charms
and not let you
pass by so quickly.
Sometimes I seem and can be
too self-absorbed
so much so I barely notice
what day, week or month I’m in
such a fool am I, when
(almost) every one
of your day should
be experienced to the fullest
for every moment there is a melodyContinue reading “memories”
a seemingly random lyric
it can conjure a long lost memory
or define the time
where you are now.
It makes you smile.
It makes you cry.
makes you think you can sing
makes you believe,
reminds you it’s ok to dream.
Acapella version of my lyrical poem Scream recorded live at The Kibitz Room open mic in LA on 5/7/2023 by Bob.
Continue reading “Scream”
Ooooooh so there was a glitch in my scheme so it seemed I thought because of his Nordic good looks he would respond kindly because I took the time to cook and baked these krumkake cookies for him hours, days and months of familiar, intimate conversation I finally had the courage to show my appreciation with more than a hope we could move beyond just friends Alas, he looked at me aghast I don't know what to sayContinue reading “an intimate glitch”
Recorded on 8/27/20. This is the part one of a two part video. I start off by sharing the lyric Something New and show off Garbo again. (Earlier our fabulous hosts Transe and Hanna were showing off their cats and you know cat people 😉
A quick note about this lyric, it was inspired after watching the movie Finding Neverland.
Continue reading “a lyric and a song part 1”
Have to take a moment, let my eyes adjust and my pupils dilate, Oh! the musty scent of the damp stones, couldn't help but crinkle my nose I was lost, with no plan, caught traipsing through tunnels without a map I need to focus, mentally retrace my steps, try anyway, and answer those questions How did I get lost here? It was a riddle like life, right? I was stranded, abandoned making my way through this maze with no exit in sight.Continue reading “lost”
Continue reading “the cryptic rendezvous”
I did not want my mind to go there
I did my best not to let it wander
into the desolation of my imagination
so as a distraction
I looked up the words of the day
they so perfectly detailed the situation
and the lines and rhymes started
to flood my mind
a narrative began to form
scribbles in excitement
a poem was about to be born.
It's been two months
that I've been stuck,
trapped in a rut
I’ve been unable to dig myself out of.
Two months.
I couldn't look up,
kept myself down
laid out on the ground.
The future is still a fog
but I finally took the first step
to drag myself out of this bog…
her lofty ambitions often held her back,Continue reading “perfidy, lofty, dedication aka procrastination”
was it the lack of dedication
to follow through and make them true.
She was tired of trying
and denying it was the problem.
If only they knew…
her beast was back, closing in fast
just as she was rediscovering trust,
but the deliberate perfidy by
some friends was too much to handle,
seriously am not ready for the scandal.
Welcome stormy weather,
let me light a candle.
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