LoveThis. Tho I’m Not A Paid Writer, MuchOf ThisIs fitting.
1. You take a pen and paper with you everywhere, sometimes even into bed with you, just in case you have an idea at three in the morning that absolutely must be remembered. That idea never usually ends up good, but like everything you say when you’re stoned, it sounded very good at the time.
2. You really, really want to buy a typewriter, even though you never expect to actually use it. You just want a typewriter because you’re one of the 10 people in the world who still finds them romantic and sexy. All of those people are writers.
3. When you date someone and they say that they majored in “English” or “Poetry,” you’re instantly excited but then exceedingly nervous. Why? Because you’ll eventually be expected to read some of their poetry — something they really love and don’t show to a lot of people — and…
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Because I’m too tired to type up the new one….
I hate to be in love.
It is such an awful thing
to be so beautiful and so desired.
Captures the heart to wring
until it has expired.
Love is naught but a soul-eater,
ravishing until all is ravaged.
Mistress of deceit, Queen Maltreater,
she is not to be engaged.
Causing victims to feel indomitable,
self-preserving caution thrown to wind.
Once safe in love, hapless and comfortable,
she will that happiness rescind.
In one way, or perhaps another, time will come
when that love shall be gone.
There will be pain before it turns numb,
For there’s no liaison with that greatest con.
I hate to be in love.
Also this one, in lieu of the fact that much of the planning, brainstorming, and creating is coming together splendidly, and the writing in true shall commence SOON! I cannot wait to write, and read, this story/novel. SO excited!!! 🙂
I’ve written this poem as a salutation and pledge to the new characters whose stories I’ll be telling, as I’ve begun a new prose project. Hopefully, someday, this will be a novel, one I’ll complete, as these characters and stories have been begging to be written for awhile now. with that, here it is:
With felicitous greetings I bid
welcome and salute you,
friends of mine new!
Together may our long journey
be pleasant and sweet,
with pages filled no small feat.
Sincerely now I make this pledge:
I shall strive to be, as litterateur,
always true to your story and character.
With caring tenderness, as a mother,
upon the page your lives I’ll create:
you’ll choose your gait, but I your fate.
As your creator, I will love and nurture,
be the navigator of your flight,
accompany you through…
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Because I like this one, as well as my current life stanza. It’s not perfect, but that’s ok. “Bella Est Vita”
Life is a poem,
And poetry is music.
Eyes to see the imagery.
Heart to beat the meter.
Every breath a rhyme.
Life is a poem
Composed of many stanzas.
For each its own lines,
A different story to tell.
Chapters of life, verses of song.
Some may comprise a tragedy –
Full of loss and many tears.
Heartbreak and loneliness,
Or being set adrift.
Keep open eyes; it’s not over.
Others will be a comedy –
If only in hindsight.
Perhaps just a chuckle, but
Laughter with friends who’ve seen you through.
Another heartbeat, another stanza.
Moments of high drama will come,
Then pass into fond memory:
Great successes and tiny failures,
Accomplishment of dreams and goals.
Draw a deep breath – now write the next verse.
First, the inspiration for this poem:
I’ve held a lifelong love of birds. I’ve owned many (among my mother, sister, and me, we’ve had parakeets, lovebirds, cockatiels, an African grey, moluccan cockatoo, double-yellow naped Amazon, and a blue & gold Macaw), my grandfather used to feed and watch the birds around his house (binoculars and the Audubon’s field guide to north American birds (which I inherited) were never Continue reading →
That’s how I feel about my baby blog right now. Over the last twelve hours, I not only gained the two followers to break the hundred mark, but also I gained another five. That’s a total of one hundred five of you that subscribe and, hypothetically read/care about what I write. Thank you so much for the support, encouragement, and appreciatIon these last five weeks.
As always, I’d like to remind you that I love feedback! If you like a poem please tell me, and why you do. If you dislike, or even hate one, tell me that, too! And constructive criticism and advice is always MUCH appreciated and welcomed. Desired, even. It truly helps me, more than you’d know.
Once again, gratitude to each and every one of you!
Peace & Blessings to all
Rachael, the BiblioGypsy
I had somewhat of a mental “funk” day yesterday. I don’t realty know why I felt that way, but I just felt so heavy of heart and thought. It led to something good, though.
The final line of this poem, I saw….somewhere, I’m not sure exactly where I read it now. But it festered as I ruminated all night at work, and voilà! It led to this:
succumbed to misery.
Entrapped by turmoil
of unknown vagary,
I escaped into slumber.
But I found only tainted repose,
dreams with torment embroiled.
Awake, I was yet cumbered
by nameless woes
which delighted my joy to defy.
But that was yesterday….
A haiku. I wrote this, well, thought it, on my drive to work just a few moments ago. Enjoy:
Moon shrouded by clouds
masking, enhancing beauty
on hot summer night
I lack the courage
To forsake this bondage
Confined by shame
Myself to blame
Scars I won’t expose
Once my pain’s ambrose
Now life’s great inhibitor
Leaving me embittered