Saturday, October 30, 2010

All Souls...



PEOPLE OF THE BLOOD

Like all souls
we search for the essence.

We shop for blood.

Each morning
my eyelids are brushed clean
of purple crust.
Quivering fingertips cool my brow,
pleading for gossip of the night.

I have eaten, yes,
but not to the full.
There is scarcity on the land.

My skin, slightly torn, is stitched.
Black lashes filter out the dawn.

The sun rises.
Fallen angels flutter,
begging for
the riddle of our blood.

It's simple,
I die of fear
and thirst,
as others hide and stare.
All yearning ebbs and flows.

I sleep.

And then it's tomorrow.
That's the secret.



                   FOR HALLOWEEN, trick or treat??  Last week, me dipped in chocolate.  This week, me as a VAMP...vampire....boooooo!!

This is my entry for this week's Poetry Potluck #8 .  The theme is Halloween. Perfect!  Please check in for some great poetry.


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Thursday, October 28, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt #38

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SKILL

It's a skill, my father said,
as he engraved,
with fastidious dignity,
the formal letters
on the headstone.

We have done so in our family
since Pope Clement
avoided the plague.

I accepted that I had a talent
with granite,
a serenity
when I grasped the rondel
to carve an angel
on the stone,

then chisel an inventory
of Gothic letters
to mark the day.

Flesh and bones
already boxed and banded,
set below,
sealed in midnight forever.

Time begins a silent race
and who's to know
if stone or bones
will be the first
to crumble into dust.


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Another of the weekly challenges from Magpie Prompts..and indeed it was!!  This has brought out the best..please check all the participants!


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Monday, October 25, 2010

Falling Again...

                            Blackbird Flying Over the Delta/ Mosaic/ Joe Moorman



FALLING AGAIN

Fell in love with a
blackbird.  Bent his wings round my
body.  Talons clinch.


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Here we are at Poetry Potluck, week 7..time flies!!  The theme is "Love and Romance".  Who could ask for more?  For all the details, and wonderful poetry, please check in at Poetry Potluck!!

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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Body Scan...


SCANNED

Going to San Francisco on a jet,
looking for the line to be scanned.

Will they see
what my bra is cupping?
Can they tell the color of my thong?

Carry-on has several jiggling flagons,
ready to be tossed
by merciless guard.

Think I'll switch
from cold-blooded scanning.
I'm heading over
to the pat-down line.

Haven't had a boyfriend in a while.


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Thursday, October 21, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt # 37

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TESS KINCAID

Has anybody seen little Tess Kincaid,
just a moment ago
napping in down?

Floating on a feather,
awake or asleep,
dreaming with a cadence
to start her jig.

Did she arise yet
from her cradle of exploration?

She nimbly floated
through the branches
of a willow tree,
which beckoned her to notice
what lies beyond,

arranged its leaves
in a flirtatious halo,
placed a crown of hope
around her virtuous brow.

Running down a fork in the road,
she carries a gold frame
hoping to someday fill it

as a movie star
on the cover of Modern Screen,

a cherub floating through autumn heaven,
or a hostess with the mostess
at Sleeping Beauty's ball,

always falling in love
with Edward Scissorhands,
stirring his cup of tea.

Here comes the Pied Piper,
enticing poets far and near,
children of all ages,
following her refrain.

Come out, come out
wherever you are!
You may hide,
we will seek.
Where is little Tess Kincaid?


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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Message...



BETTER LATE than never...good cliche'.  This one's for ONE STOP POETRY  /  One Shot Wednesday...WHERE DO THE DAYS GO?  I meant to get an earlier start..I recommend that you read all the splendid poems entered on that site..onward and upward with the arts!!




MESSAGE

Today I saw a message
reappear in the sand.
I thought a wave
had taken it forever.
Didn't know
that I could catch
time reverse.
Me dreaming?
Maybe not.

It said, say thank you
for your life.
Be grateful
for all effects,
chew the gristle,
die in a dungeon

dance in the red shoes
that bled me.

And I did.
I called my life wonderful.
I scraped the ache off my heart,
like mud off a tattered shoe.

Soul is what stays.
Always say thank you
for the speck that starts a life,
else you would never be here.


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Monday, October 18, 2010

Just Lust...

                                                               forum.nationstates.com



BON BON

It's dangerous
to carry on a lifelong affair
with chocolate.

Chocolate has taught me infidelity.
A cheap piece
from a penny machine,
a Godiva truffle,
a Dove ice cream,
descending
into my mouth.

God help me.
I can go from one
to the other,
and never look back.

The last one was good,
but the next
will be best.
It will be the real thing,

the outstanding bon bon,
and it's just around the corner.

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You don't have to be a sinner, just a bit of an observer.  I urge you to join me "in sin" with your creativity at Poetry Potluck.  Fun all around!!

This poem is adapted from my book of poetry, Two Ghosts. 

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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Leave it to Barbara...

                        
                                             BARBARA BILLINGSLEY

                             December 22, 1915- October 16, 2010


I tried to make my mother, and then myself into June Cleaver, an ideal I nurtured before reality separated itself from TV.   She was the always calm, always sweet natured, stay-at-home Mother, to the Beav, Wally and husband Ward on " Leave It to Beaver", from1957 to 1963, and in re-runs forever.  

And she did it in pearls and high heels.  Of all the mothers on TV, to me she personified a standard that I knew was too good to be true, but loved anyway.  To have that character and perfect intuition existed in a time when Mother knew best, before Father knew best, and now is just nostalgia.  Because we live in a time when it seems, no one knows best. 

So thank you June Cleaver for the standard.  And thank you Barbara Billingsley, for being the personification of one great Mom, and pretty good in all your other roles.

RIP

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Thursday, October 14, 2010

MAGPIE/ #36

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PORTAL

Some fly at night.
I like to fly in the morning.
Some mistake me for a moth
just because I linger at the flame.

But as soon as the door
swings open, I'm seen,
a nymph, to amuse or alarm.

A beam of light,
from the open portal,
shines through my wings,
today the color of peridot,
green as a neon bud,
lucent and shedding
angel dust.

I've lingered long enough
without identity,
first a ghost of hopeless prospects,
then a minor Satyress,
sitting on the edge of beds,
urging lover's arms
to enfold the air in which I float,
before they choose the damsel.

A rosary of names
hangs round my neck
and the wind will whisper
the one I am.
Someone will choose
to call out to me
when they pray
to Heaven for help.


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What a terrific Prompt this week from Willow.   Please read all the other's who've written their excellent posts!

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Monday, October 11, 2010

Building A Beach...


THE  CHOICE FOR THIS MONDAY'S POETRY POTLUCK, OFFERED BY JINGLE, at Jingle Poetry, is to write a poem about BEACHES or MOUNTAINS.  The stuff of dreams...


BUILDING A BEACH

I'm building a beach on top of my bed,
pouring a pail of blistering sand,
composing a dune
with sea grass swaying,

tilting my face to take in the sun,
hearing the pulse of the ocean
absorb the beat of my heart.

I kick some shells
as if that was sport,
brush a flutter
buzzing next to my ear,
an emissary from actuality

trying to convince me
that I'm just dreaming of August.

As I roll over to let the radiance
burnish my legs,
a floorboard creaks,
cat ready to pounce,
summoning me to awaken
and tend to my day...

Monday, go away.


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Thursday, October 7, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt #35


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JACK AND ME

Jack fell down.
I slipped and started to roll.
Over and over I went,
gravity showing no mercy,
nothing in my way to stop me.

I felt the crunch of October's leaves,
wintry reds and gray yellows
glossy with dew,
not softening my path,
but affixing themselves
like postage stamps,
poking my battered front and rear.

I gained thrust like a mythical goddess,
then felt a sharp pain
as I rolled over that broken crown
tumbling before me,

as if some wizard
had animated it
to mock me,
and win a race
to the bottom of the hill.

Pay attention
to what I say,
never go looking for water
at the top of a mountain
with a drunken monarch.



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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Hawk....



HAIKU

My soul a feather
of the white hawk that defends
a full, drumming heart.


This is my first submission to One Shot Wednesday.  Anything that gets me to write more poetry is OK in my book.  So thanks to those who clued me in. Will try to make you proud.  And bloggers, this site's for you!!  Go to the One Shot site for details, please...


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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Fire/ Aries...


ARIES

Coated by winter's demise,
three inches of snow
can't halt the impertinence of daffodils
pushing to stand on earth
made virgin again.

Renaissance in the garden
is a holiday for Aries.
A promise carried on the air,
a trace of green to sniff as hope,
to live anew
no matter what the year collected.

Aries discards history
with a snap so sharp
that the past is not only over and done,
but resting in winter's crypt.

At the vernal turn,
trust without end,
a blade of grass,
a childlike laugh,

once more to cross
the threshold into spring.


Inspired to join Jingle Poetry, Monday Poetry Potluck, with this week's theme...Fire, Water, Earth, Air...I chose Fire..pretty easy for an Aries.  This poem was originally published in my book of poetry, Two Ghosts, seemed to be just what I was looking for.  Hope you enjoy this and the many other poems that have been presented because of Jingle's blog.  Well done, one and all!

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Monday, October 4, 2010

Brave New Day...



BRAVE NEW DAY

It's the morning, darkness still reigns.
I slide out of bed,
tuning in to creaking knees,
a puppet getting aligned,
standing for the first run of the day.
To the bathroom.
Ahhh.

Why go back to bed?
To fake finding that last dream?
I don't think so.
Better to feel a purpose
running red within my veins.

Heroic tasks may arise
after the first dust devil appears
next to the cat.
Brush in hand,
I find importance in a sweep.
Kitty gives me his back.
Little surprises await.
Better look down.

I am peering through the window
to welcome a day
that will be important.
As it seems every day at sun up.
Life itself is palpable.

It's only midday that signals a truth
that tickles my ear,
and a whisper says,
you can take a nap now.

I succumb,

to gather energy
for the amazing night yet to be.
And then to bed.


      An optimist's lament?  Except optimists don't lament!


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Friday, October 1, 2010

MAGPIE/ Prompt #34

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MAGIC LAMP

There is a core inside the lamp
that spins when the spirit dances.
He has the face
of the man in the moon,
hides in a recess looking out,

stares at me as I press closer,
my hands in prayer,
my mind craving entry,

wishing to be able to take a whirl
within a fabled orb,
to dance with my dream lover.

I'm ready to shed reality
for a glow of the light within.

What if instead
the magic tipped over
and spilled,

the oil bubbled,
and spread a flame
to burn all reveries?

What if possibility died in the fire,
and only a charred confession remained?

What if I'm the only one left
and then I find
the man in the moon?


Please check out all the terrific entries to Willow's prompts.


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