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An All Hallow’s Plea

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An All Hallow’s Plea

I ask you
Do not devalue the
gravity of the day,
the importance of the this revelry
to fear, fright.

This is the one night where we,
mere mortals,
breath in myth and out
moonlight.

We exude shadows and
from our hearts
shades seep, for one eve,
out of our primal psyche and, again,
into our now hollow
streets.

 

 

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Happy Halloween, folks! I hope you’re planning to enjoy the night because, let’s face it, at our age we don’t get too many frights which are actually this harmless nor fun. Have a few extra shots on me and here’s to hoping that your night brings a whole lot of fun, a little hells, and some much needed chills to ground ya on down!

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Tired Advice

Tired Advice

Tired Advice

Don’t
make mountains out of molehills
bite the hand or
soil where you sleep
burning bridges feels great
but water under is twice as deep
and will float you when you fall
from those high horses who will never
behave for very
long

Second Hand Revelries

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What you see isn’t what you get,
Clean prose, powerful imagery, yet
You’re being cheated, friends!
You’re being given something
Much more used, most certainly abused
And not nearly half as innocent
As you’d expect.

I’m selling you
My emotional baggage, the
Refuse of my life that I’ve
Merely shoved into corners
Swept into snarky little piles,
And swindled into your lives.

You get my second hand sweat,
The byproduct of bad decisions,
Hypocrisy, and straight out lies;
You get everything that I push
under rugs and kick out of
my mind.

A Reminder

Writers
remember
we suffer from a collective
condition
our hearts are
toxic
we have to write
them out or they’ll
well up with
grief and muck
and it will just be
too much, too late
never enough
and we’ll do anything drastic to
bleed them
dry

College Kids Watch Eclipse

College Kids Watch an Eclipse

We’re old, ancient as
our nature even though we
are young
we are just one fool
oogling at the
kinder
sun

Birds of the Orient

Birds of the Orient

Birds of the Orient

Flung and fluttered into luxury,

against golden bars their timid wings do flap,

and under stars they grow calloused scars,

burns of gaudy straps.

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Mornin’, folks. Monday again, but at least this one’s a little better. Why? Well, because I’m back at posting, of course. Got the summer business out of the way and now I’m finally set back up to write again. Wanted to throw up this lil’ one in the morning, and I hope you enjoy. While it’s not my usual funny Monday poem, I like the imagery and the sound of it and I hope you do too.

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

 

 

 

Question (and a call for your input)

All good things
they
come to an end
but
the bad ones
do
they ever cease?
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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Congratulations on making it to the weekend. Hard part is behind you and now you, hopefully, get some time off. Maybe ponder some questions like the one above. I’ve got this nagging sort of feeling that, since the bad ones teach us so much, they’re just kind of lingering on.

Well, on a side note, it looks like I need some help from you fellow bloggers out there. Got a little assignment that requires figuring out about how bloggers build and maintain their images, and how they interact with others for a class I’m taking. So, if you feel like helping a blogger out, I’d be much obliged. All I need you to do is leave a comment here and we can chat, or you can send me an email at amuse.lass@gmail.com Once again, I’d greatly appreciate any input and I would love the chance to connect with all of you.

Well, here’s to hoping that your weekend is long and that your drinks are cold, folks, so that Monday finds you roaring and ready to go.

Looking for Chatty Bloggers!

Help Wanted

Help Wanted

Hey there, folks.

Well, I will admit this is a rather odd post to see but I was wondering if there was anyone out there who’d be willing to talk with me for a few moments about being a blogger here on wordpress. More specifically, talking about forming friendships or followings with other bloggers. Got a bit of an assignment to do for one of my classes, and I thought this would be a great opportunity to get to know  a few of you, as well as to get the info from the horse’s mouth.  Basically, it will be just you and me talkin’ about our experiences here on wordpress and, don’t worry, I’ll just be using generalizations for the paper and anyone that helps me out won’t be identified unless you want to be (by your blogging sn of course. No real names).

I’d really appreciate any help I can get so, let’s do what we do best, fellow blogging breathern- let’s talk!  I’ll be willing to chat over here, via email, or over an IM device so let’s connect, shall we?  Maybe share a drink and shoot the breeze? I’m open and all ears.

Feel free to comment below if interested or drop me a line at:

 amuse.lass@gmail.com

 

To Drink

To Drink or Not To Drink (x2)

To Drink or Not To Drink (x2)

I have met some who said
drinks don’t agree with them
and
I can’t help but to wonder if
they just weren’t asking the right
question.

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I have met some who said
drinks don’t agree with them
and
I can’t help but to wonder if
they were speaking the right
language.

 

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It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s Friday, folks. Hope you made it to the end of your work week alright and that the time off has you feeling fine. This is just a little diddy of an idea that I think sounds alright enough to stand on its own. Then, of course, I thought of a secondary ending and I ended up liking both of them so much, I though I’d post them. Hope you enjoyed it and be sure to let me know which one you favored the most.

 

Here’s to hoping that your weekend is long your drinks are cold.

 

You Are What You Write

You Are What You Write

You Are What You Write

I don’t want to be
ironic
impractical
unrealistic
romantic

I just want to write, me,
an addict who thinks that
life’s a bit more trashy
than it is tragic and
who just wants to find a
way to laugh instead of cry
and turn screams into
sighs huffed over cups
half full, empty, or
filled up with whatever I
damn well please

So, I won’t write about roses
romantic flings, or convoluted
notions for which you have to dig

I’ll be
blunt
real
hungover
unhinged

 

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Half way through the work week, folks. Hope you’re hanging in there. Wanted to throw up a nice little poem today after I did some writing over the weekend, and some research on popular poetry and topics. I penned some more conservative works and did some more perfect metered rhymes and, you know what? I didn’t like them. Why? Because that’s not how I am nor is it how I like to write. So, on that thought, I did this one instead and I’m rather fond of this guy. He’s real, kind of funny looking, a little sour, but he’s one hell of a fun guy. And that’s kind of how I realize I like my poems so, hopefully, you’ll enjoy them, too.

 

Here’s to hoping that your day flies by and that you have something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.

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