Headline News

So. I wrote a new poem from a prompt on Read.Write.Poem. I'm pretty happy with this one. It's inspired by the news headlines written by one of my good friends, Mark Harrison, who is a columnist for the Fort Payne, AL Times-Journal. The headline was "The Quest Leads to the Road Less Wild."



[The Enemy You Know is Better than the One You Don’t]



The road less traveled some would argue

would be the best course to take

I, on the other hand, would rather

take the easy route, the one I know



For who knows where the less traveled

road may lead, probably over the hills

and far away from the place I want to be

which is not any where I’d like to end my travels



Even though I might go astray on my path

frolicking in the daisies and daffodils

this quest so often called life

always leads me down the road less wild

Love poetry as of late

So. This is my contribution to this weeks TOP. It's not really on prompt, but I liked it. I've been inspired to write love-y dove-y poetry as of late, although this is darker than I intended. Questions, comments and constructive criticisms are always welcome.

Rain cascading down car windows

Mimics the feeling pouring inside

Eyes close for the space of a moment

A lone tear silently escapes

Forging a path of heart break, loneliness and grief

Splashing into a pool of love, lust and desire

Ripples on the pristine waters

Upset the fragile balance

Sending lives spinning into chaos

Unexplained emotions bubble to the surface

Never say never when it comes to matters of the heart

TOP

So. I couldn't think of a poem for this weeks TOP, but I did have a small bit of a poem come to me. I've had... an interesting... almost two weeks with a new beau, and this poem popped in my head. It's probably not finished, but I am going to go ahead a put it on here. Mayhap it's to your liking. It is untitled and unfinished as of yet.

Questions, comments and criticisms are always welcome and encouraged.

You’ve been on my mind for a while

Our chance meeting stapled to the wall

A mural painted with burning inks

Late nights draw cinnamon shadows

Photographs of conversations taste of coffee

You’ve stolen my soul not yet my heart

TOP Quotation

So. My poem for this week didn't quite turn out how I expected. It went from being a poem inspired by one of my favorite quotations, to a poem against Fundamentalist Christianity. So. Yeah. It's supposed to be read in a mildly sarcastic light.

The quotation is: "We desire nothing so much as what we ought not to have." -Publilius Syrus

On to the poem. Questions, Comments and Criticisms are always welcome and encouraged.

(Desire is the Devil’s Work)

We are all Sinners and Saints

Alike, none more pure than the next

We crave mortal pleasures,

Lust, Gluttony, Greed,

The downfall of our perceived

Righteousness, the epitome

Of transgressions against The Crown.

We are invincible believers,

Our offenses are redeemed

By the Blood of the Innocent,

The slaughtered, sacrificial Lamb,

We deface His memory

With the lechery of commercialization,

Overtones of avarice, and the eager

Insatiability of childish exuberance.

We pay lip service to our beloved

Creator, ignoring His commands,

Instead eating of the forbidden fruit.

There’s ignorance in the bliss

Of siding with the snake,

Whose whispered words ring

All too true in the troubled times of today.

Our morality is skewed,

Television and movies show

Our children everything they shouldn’t,

And we wonder why when they do.

Sex and violence sell everything,

Including Bibles and documentaries,

We desire to know where it all began.

PIctures...

So... here are some pictures because I couldn't think of a poem. The first is a limb with snow on it, the next two were taken in Florida (it was so hot it melted a crayon, and a wall of shoes w/o flash that I thought looked cool) and the fourth is of a daffodil (look closely inside the flower). They were more of my artistic photos.

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

Well. TOP this week was interesting. I really don't like the way this one was written, but I'm posting it anyways. Thanks for all your comments on last weeks poem! (I'm having a hard time with placing comments and even posting things online because I use a Mac and not a PC; I'm lucky I know basic HTML codes!)

So here's my poem for this week.

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

The vacuum in the hall beckons

it’s voice added to the cacophony

of things I’ve yet “To Do”

The dishwasher gapes

its open mouthed stare unnerving

not to mention the blank eyes

of the washer and dryer

My grocery list seems to go on forever

pooling like Santa’s Naughty List

at the base of the empty ‘fridge

The mountainous pile of laundry looms

the precarious height threatens

a multi-colored avalanche of epic proportions

and the six inches of dust

on the TV screen begs to be wiped clean

I can’t even see House through the haze

the small dust bunnies under my couch

have been genetically altered

becoming instead monstrous dust bears

I steel my nerves and grit my teeth

my resolve is final as i grip the mop

I’ve always felt like Cinderella

when I clean the house

Triplet

So, here's my TOP poem for this week. I don't think that it's quite good enough to post, but any comments, criticisms, etcetera are greatly appreciated. I took a leaf out of one of the examples "I am waiting" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti and did my own "I am waiting" type poem. It really turned into three separate poems, but they all kinda take from the previous "stanza," so I wasn't sure whether to separate them or not, so I didn't.

Here you go.

Triplet

I am waiting for a love

A love so pure and delicate

that is stronger

than diamonds

and I am waiting for a heart

A heart that won’t break

at the slightest breeze

and I am waiting for kisses

Kisses that are so sweet

that they sweep

me off my feet

and I am waiting for a life

A life that isn’t molded

by someone else’s intentions

and I am desperately waiting

So patiently

for these things

that never seem to come

I have had love

that was lost

and I have had a heart

that has broken

and I have had sweet kisses

that have soured

and I have had a life

that wasn’t mine

I am living

in a lie

and I am living

in a dream

and I am living

in a madness

created by loss

and dreams

and lies