We’re all just
rising to chimes
falling to clocks
Poetry Collaborations: OPEN
Hey, folks. If you’re a regular around here, you might have noticed a new page up there on the tool bar. I’d love to get some work going with other bloggers. I’m currently thinking anything from writing poems back and forth with either a certain topic or prompt to just featuring the work on our blogs in a steady sort of flow. If you’re interested and want to give it a go, see if the criteria below fits your interests and then post a message here and we can start hashing things out.
Things You Should Probably Know:
- I post normally 3 times a week but would consider adding an extra day just devoted to features
- Most of my writing is either sarcastic or down right silly
- I’d like to keep things light aka I’m not looking for any dark or sorrowful tones here
- I do like using imagery when I actually write seriously so this is also an option (but I wouldn’t get your hopes up)
- Alcohol + Me = A certainty (if this subject is touchy for you, probably should move along)
- I, in no way, will condone or affiliate with writing that can be taken as hate speech against ANY group
- I’m as chatty as a liquored-up lark so get ready for some communication
- I write because I love it and because I’m too lazy to pick up another hobby so let’s keep things fun
Alright, if you don’t have a problem with any of that above go ahead and post here and we can start talking and I look forwards for the opportunity to work with you!
wonder how far I’ve wandered
I just wander
amble about in shades
of tawny blue and
forget to ask the questions
I don’t really think
Ugh, Monday again, isn’t it? One of those mornings where I just kind of sit here and try to get around it. Still, I suppose if I’m up I better just stay and hope I can keep going with the right amount of fuel. Of course this one above is yet another Monday poem, written to let you know you’re not alone in all your shambling about.
As always, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
This seems a bit applicable, don’t you think? At the moment I’m getting through the end of a quarter so you’ll have to bear with me while I make it through the end of it. Till then, feel free to posts links to poems below in the comments. I could use some good reading while mucking through my work.
The world’s a little
out of line
but who are we
Followers who wallow
in its muck
Klonopin and coffee
wishes and regrets
Grey Goose in my water jugs
hearts of innocence
Crushed up pills and candy
morals and blind luck
a thousand euphoric little beasts
the angles gods gave up.
Well, Monday again, ain’t it folks? Suppose we have to get along wit it as much as possible but, well, here’s a little poem to hopefully ease yourself into the day (or through it, for that matter). This one I spent a good deal with struggling last night. I fought off some handful of hours worth of sleep in order to just get these few little lines. Bourbon and Bad Ideas came to me thanks to one of my favorite songs (which you can find at the bottom of my ‘These are a few of my favorites things’ page), and I toyed with it for days before finally getting an idea that I kinda liked to play around with. And, well, after that struggle you got these few little lines, playing on our vices and our misplaced virtues.
Thanks for stopping by and here’s to hoping that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
Vices are just
don’t want the
It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hopefully this means the end of the work week for quite a few of you. The above is a nice little micro poem that I had tossed on twitter (which, if you’re not following me, you should be! I post scraps and some pics there occasionally). Just one of those little thoughts that came to me that sounded oh-so right.
Well, I won’t detain you any further. As always, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long and your drinks are cold!
a little like history
fickle, a little lyrical
and, perhaps, just dots
but more like personality
on the outside
too much within just seeped
through as little splots
that pepper the world
to show them you’ve got
more than that which
is expected from within-
mood, manner, attitude,
intelligence, direction –
all of that which rest in
little spots that pirouette
on your skin.
Hey there, folks. Hope your week is going well and, if it isn’t, remember that we’re halfway there. Above is a poem I wrote in ode to those little tiny dots that people sometimes have peppered on their skin. Got a really great friend of mine who we always go back and forth about them and, well, they’ve kind of grown on me a bit. Enough to write about them, I guess? So, to all those who know someone or who have them, there’s a little something for you that I hope brings a smile.
As always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.
I deserve a lil’
for dealing with these
I’ve got one hand
(the other’s too busy
holding my coffee)
demanding a raise simply
Mornin’, Folks. Made it another round back to Monday, didn’t we? Well, hopefully you’re either in love with your job or getting paid enough to rise early and stay going until the day is gone because, man, can those hours seem long if you aren’t. This little one above is a nice call to that, feeling those mornings where you just don’t think you’re getting paid enough to get up and go through the Monday mornin’ drag.
Well, ending that little rant, here’s to hoping your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.