Category Archives: Life

Stage Left

Stage Left

Stage Left

A life taken
isn’t lost
just say it like
it is
they left
a final bow
a curtain call
performed at their own
behest.
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Hey, happy Wednesday, folks. Hope your week is going well. So this poem above is a little of a darker theme. Still, I hope it makes the point I was hoping it would. Sometimes, for various reasons, a person feels the need to bow out. For whatever reason that was their choice and, well, we should tell it like it is. When someone says ‘what happened’ we should answer simply with ‘they left’.

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Monday Scrap

Monday Scrap

Monday Scrap

Well the air I breath
it’s killing me
the food I eat
ain’t much kinder
and the daily routine
doc says burning me
so I strive to find
just got to find
that fated line where
my fire’s lit
and my time
is time.
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Yeah, I know- It’s Monday again, folks. Well, I got this nice little scrap to toss up above. It is one of my notes labeled ‘possible Monday poem’ so I figured I’d go on ahead and toss it on up there. I’m sure you get the feeling of it but I just gotta pound it out a little more and add a bit more cadence to it before it drums to my liking.

Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you go home tonight.

Till There’s Nothing Left to Feed Them

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Till There’s Nothing Left to Feed Them

Wrestle with regrets
until your thoughts grow
tired
keep them bottled up
and you’ll be none the wiser
you shouldn’t hide from
demons but
go into dark to meet ‘um
fires will always burn
until there’s nothing left
to feed them.
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Hey, folks. Halfway through the work we so far and hope you’re makin’ it through just fine. Wrote a little serious poem today. No jokes or jabs, just a little good advice given in a nicely sounding way. You’ll have to thank some wild fire’s for the last few lines as I just jotted them down while thinking about them and the rest of the poem just sort of fell into place. Gotta love when that happens, because it sure isn’t often.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it and, as always, I hope that your day flies on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

Smoke and Mirrors

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Smoke and Mirrors

If there’s method to this
madness then
go on, let me have it
because my nerves are
wearing thin and
the dawn is weighin’
in on
coffee and cigarettes,
as fancy as I get,
don’t got time for wasting
time, got money
on my lips and nothing
on my mind.

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Mornin’, folks. Monday again, ain’t it? Well, we knew it had to come one way or another, didn’t we? Today’s post is all about the morning routine which is, in all reality, smoke and mirrors to me. Not the sort of shady subterfuge sort but actual smoke and mirrors aka cigarettes and trying to make myself look presentable enough not to frighten people when I leave the house. I know that ends up being the case for a lot of us, and you always hear people talking about ways to a happier life, especially on early morning talk shows or on info commercials, and this is just an ode to telling them to get to the point of it already. Great to hear about the happy-go-lucky hoorah, but we don’t have time for that, do we?

Well, as always, here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you’ve got something cold or on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

 

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War Week

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War Week

Trumpets sound in
the form of honking
horns
we’re all just rushed
to leave where we
are
in hopes of finally
arriving in some
place
we’d actually like
to be.

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hopefully you’re making it the end of your own war week and you’ve got some much needed leave time commin’ on this weekend. Round here we’re just getting some more writing scraped together for the next week’s rounds and doing a bit of upkeep on some personal writing. Also, if you take a look at the menu bar above, you’ll see that I added a poetry collaboration link as I’m looking to get started working with some of you. Figured I’ve been hanging around here long enough and lingering on posts so it’s time to get a chance to work with some of ya.¬† If you’re intrested, please feel free to check out the page here: COLLABORATIONS

Well, as always, I hope that your weekend is long, your drinks are cold, and Monday finds you roaring and ready to go. Have a drink for me tonight, folks, because we all deserve one after making it through another week!

Pavlov’s Pups and A Call for Collaboration

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Pavlov’s Pups

We’re all just
Pavlov’s pups
rising to chimes
falling to clocks

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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!

Applicable

It's The Truth

It’s The Truth

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.

Scrap #1

Checking out as I’m
clocking in
my mind tottles off as
the day begins
and as I’m clacking keys
and doing jobs
my soul wanders like
a kid who’s lost

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Well, it’s Monday and this one came harder than most. Left with with a little bit of writer’s block and that means all you got left with is a scrap of an idea that got checked off my list. It seems like I could do something with it, but I’m not really sure what yet.

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 Will Hurt

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If life came
with a label
it should read
‘this will hurt’

because it will
make you ache
so damn much
so damn good

for so many things

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks! Tossed together this poem a little while ago. Just talking here about how there’s always so many things in life to do, or that we can do, it makes it almost hurt to think you might never be able to do them all. It’s a good thing, don’t get me wrong, to want to keep experiencing new things, traveling to new places, or learning something you didn’t know but it’s a yearning that’s constantly there. It’s a hurt that’s bittersweet about it the more you think on it.

Well, thanks for stopping by and I hope this weekend that your drinks are colds, your nights long, and that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go.

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