I Got Nothin’
My muse tapped his finger against
the table, and went about fiddling
with his phone, dialing out in
search of a more active scene
while I hawked at the horizon,
gazing hopefully, straining my
neck in hopes to see a trail of dust
a cloud of smoke, something but
all there seemed to be was a
hot stale wind and a single lost
lazy tumble weed.
and, when my muse juked my gaze as he
snagged his jacket, I finally gave
into this applicable, dry rhyme
settling instead of obsessing and
deciding to go on about my life.
Damned words-
They’ll show up to the party when
they’re good and ready,
I suppose.
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Welcome to the weekend, folks. Even though it was short one for most of us, it was far too long for my liking and, finally, the weekend’s come ridding in like the Calvary to save those of us who just felt like they couldn’t go another step. As you might have noticed from the post, my mind still seems to be adjourning on whether or not to keep working, so you get another post themed as such. Hopefully the decision will be made sometime this weekend, and I can get some more productive and livelier poems out! Either way, I hope your weekend is awesome and you drink yourself straight into the dawn!
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My words didn’t come when called,
two weeks of being stalled and, look,
they’re gone!
Ungrateful whelps.
Words, disloyal strays that need
all the help they can get and, yet,
when I need a moment to deal with
life, I merely blink and they’ve
jumped ship!
Gone in search of some other mouth,
another mind where they can shred,
memories up, and nest and hide,
lending themselves reluctantly,
never coming half the time!
Feh.
I don’t know why I bother,
thumbing through pages, their
synonyms calling,
Here, uhh malice! Here, spite!
Here, malevolence! Umm, I know it
starts with an…A?
Ohhhh, what’s the
use of it? Not like I need them anyway,
getting vowels all over the rugs,
leaving plural little stains.
Fickle things, words.
Thought’s dirty
little strays.
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You can’t live with them. You can’t live without them. Words and writers seem to have a rather unique relationship going on. They need writers to get written, and writers need them to, well, write. Either way, it can often be tense when one end isn’t working like it should. Now, in their defense, I did have about two weeks there where I couldn’t write. Still….
Anywho, hope you enjoyed the post today! Here’s to your week ending quickly! Hold on, cause there are only two days left, folks. You can do it and I’ll do whatever I can to make it seem just a little less far away 🙂
Let’s Make Some Noise
They say some people make
beautiful music together but you and me?
We send the ally cats crowing for the cops
but a car crash is twice as hot
as a bland band-stand story,
so stick with me, kid, and, together,
we’ll make some noise they’ll
be talkin’ about for weeks to come.
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There’s the relationships that are the white fence types, and then there are those train wrecks. Those messes that just work. This one above is an old school sort of ode to them!
As for the blog, getting back onto my posting schedule after a bit of time off due to personal reasons, but it looks like the funny is finally eeking its way back into my life. Kinda like a runaway dog who is coming slinking back on in, giving me those puppy dog eyes after going off where it shouldn’t have been. That being said, I’ll be tossing a poem at you tomorrow about just that. The sort of wondering I have been doing when my words just wouldn’t come!
Inflation
Well, my two cents used
to be worth a whole lot more
to you, but I’ll be damned if
the price of your admiration
didn’t amoritize in the way
I’d ever though it would.
But I’ll appraize my options
and diversify what pocket change
you left behind, because while
you’re riding those penny stock
pipe dreams into the ground,
I’ll be sticking around to that
five year plan of placing my
bids wheremy heart has always been,
And heading down a venture both
risky and sound, knowing
well that I’m a long term asset
anyone would be a fool not to
invest in.
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It’s all about realizing your own worth, folks! Really. This is just a little poem to try and help you get through your Wednesday. Once again, here is to hoping that the rest of your week goes quickly.
Writing Rhymes
What matters most is a tough one,
but what simply means something I find easy.
I locate a species wide norm and nominate it
before I begin delving in colloquially
Add in a dash of borrowed wit and give it a
little kick of my smart aleck and snide chime
and, folks, you’ve got yourself the makings of
a good ol’ fashioned rhyme.
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It’s true. That right there is my formula for sitting down and writing poems. Well, at least ones I post on here, at least. It’s short, simple, and too the point; basically it’s me in written form. Anywho, today is just a short one that describes how I get things done and keep them moving along, even when my brain wants to call it quits or my muse refuses to reschedule his hair appointment. Here’s to still hoping that your week is going by quickly and that Friday feels just on the horizon!
Breakfast of Champions
Sipping spite from a coffee mug,
washing down the bitter reality,
chomping on a bacon, egg, and better days,
savoring the bowl of sugar frosted memories.
Buttering up a burnt out slice,
you’re making the best of everything,
playing chef with lukewarm left overs,
seasoning bland strained broth with
your dreams.
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Mornin’, folks. It’s especially on Monday’s when you have to scrape something nutritional together in the morning, mustering up the will to just get back at it for another week. Here’s to hoping that your Monday is mild, and the week goes quickly by!
Distractions
Life it swept me
off my feet, sent me
careening down crowded
streets, and flooded my memories
till my dreams seemed to leak,
water through holes punched by
nit-picking complacencies,
and my lungs filled, worries
soothed by sirens eagerly smiling
at thoughts of my demise
but then, somewhere amidst
the rocks, I snagged on a line,
a single drop of red smoking
into blue hues of regular life
and my eyes flew open, I
choked, sputtered, and grasped
for light, kicking free of all
those spiteful sprites,
I parted liquid with hands
that brushed formalities aside
and, breaking the surface, I drew
a type of breath that reminds the worth
that comes from swimming
against the tides.
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There really aren’t any lifeguards on duty here, folks, and that makes it easy for us to just slip off our life path and into some murky waters that really aren’t going to get us anywhere. This is just a little poem to remind you that, sometimes, it takes a painful little reminder- just enough to call you back to your purpose in life- before you start kicking for the surface again! Hope you enjoyed and here’s to a happy hump-day. May your coffee taste awesome and your Friday feel not so far away!