a poetic journal.
recorded on 8/13/20. Tonight I share two untitled poems, one that is kind of about prince charming and another about a break-up. I also show off Garbo, who does not want to be on camera. Oh cats, but I love him so. 😻
The question of the night is about how we approach practicing and what is our mindset about it.
Continue reading “2 poems and a cameo by Garbo video”
descriptors didn't enamor her so why was she enchanted by this charlatan's words. for a brief second: he was the guy The mojo this charlatan possessed often left her feeling blessed Aw sweetie, anything for you she would reply with a coy sparkle in her eye and a spring in her step magical moments that lasted seconds before he became a bore and spoke out of hand causing her to fall back to earth. Oh, he could’ve been the guy… but remember she wasn't enamored by descriptors zaftig? really? Is that what you see? In her body dysmorphic mind she was unable to embrace her curves and could only equate that word with the worst She missed the body she used to know The body she had before age come and took hold
wod 10/18/21
My favorite mornings are the onesContinue reading “my favorite mornings”
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.
Oh my god she gasped silently. What did he do, now? She shrunk back into her shell and turned away. If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge his actions with a reaction… did it happen? Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, far from it, but she giggled as if it was. I mean the respect was reciprocal, but this spectacle he made of himself had little to do with her and more with the frustration so many others had. We were trapped without a visible way out. Sometimes one had to shout, get loud then do somersaults to explain the rationale. However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.
Wod 12/18/21
A noise behind the closed door startled his senses, with a jolt he shot up like a bolt. It was a crash bang clang, a signal that a new disturbance had entered the atmosphere He was tempted to call out "Hello, who's there?" but then he had a flashback to the last time he asked that and blindly opened the door, the last time he attempted to investigate and his world imploded and he crashed through the crack in the cryosphere and found himself here. Inside a dark cell dedicated to his devotions, a place to play out his premonitions undaunted, untethered by outside criticisms. He was not prepared nor ready for this intrusion on his solitude.
Wod 10/22/21
I re-read my words
to try and remember the time
but ultimately I remember the mood
that goes with every rhyme.
In some I smile and bask in the joy
that comes from when the writing is done.
In others I relive the darkness
that had enveloped me then
when it encroached on my soul
but as I wrote those words
I was finally able to let it go.
I don't know what people will see,
what they will read,
what they will eventually
believe of me.
But if they could identify
and know those moments
inhabit us all…
Then I did my duty
and it was worth it all.
9/18/21
"C'était très facile. no trouble at all" she said as she shrugged her shoulders pushing my concerns aside. I was horrified by what she'd done. How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at the table was a revenant of her late husband, my father, dressed in his best golfer's garb.Continue reading “facile ghoulish garb of the ravenous revenant”
That cackle sent a chill down my spine.
How could the others stand it.
Every time he laughed I shuddered
as if fingers had just run down a
chalkboard. He was so mundane
and had a most inane obsession
with my personal life, with everyone's.
Gossip girl as a nickname did
not do justice. He was filled with
malice, his curiosity was a menace
to the community.
The desire to break bonds and
create chaos with some farfetched story
is where he sought his glory.
I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages.
They went grey after being drawn into his games.
Ignoring him was the best I could do,
but he still tried to force interactions.
I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen.
I mean, he's not my problem anymore
that's why I ignored the door
to the columbarium when it opened
and he walked out covered in ash.
hmmm...
May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.
words of the day 11/1
confused by the term,
she thought hard,
you could see it reflected in her expression,
the furrowed brow and pursed lips
in deep contemplation
‘2 versts and you'll be there.’
Where? What? 2 verses?
She misunderstood, but still tried
to find the lines that could get her
to the destination she wanted to find
"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks that way,
a mile past the Jack in the box.”
Oh God, was he putting her on.
This is a bogus explanation,
she only asked for directions,
not a language lesson
She wished she could look it up
but alas, an anomaly, her phone was dead.
Damn it why did she bother to get out of bed.
words of the day 10/23/21
My mind is reeling somewhat overwhelmed stressed, distressed over impending progress as I step forward towards the future into an unknown tomorrow my first instinct is to retreat in the sweet oblivion of procrastination, hesitation & constant second guessing. I make lists of unfinished business then sit and watch Netflix, while the hours of the day whittle away to the coming dawn I feel a yawn coming on and know that soon I have to set aside this pen and find a way to end these lines with a suitable rhyme that continues the flow before I lie back and ponder the things I haven’t done and need to complete tomorrow.
mhughes poetry 