No appetite
Cant sleep at night
This cant be right
I’m love sick
Give me something,
Quick!
Fever 100 degrees
It’s not contagious
Baby please;
you’d have it already.
But you don’t
and you probably won’t.
I long for you to
Be my drug.
This I cannot hide
Just what the doctor
Prescribed.
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Fetch!
You cant teach an old dog new tricks
And most dogs are only concerned
About their sticks.
No fear of ticks
Or fleas
So I’ll flee
From your disease
I’ll be the moth that flew away from
The flame
Cuz in the end you’re just the same
As the others and it’s a shame
That you’re an old dog I can’t tame.
Of Rainbows, Beaches and the Stars
I wrote the poem below some time ago and forgot all about it until I saw this picture my friend took. Thanks Denni for giving me permission to use your pic of Flavour Beach, St.Ann 🙂
Paid in Full
There’s just something about being in good company that makes writing easier. While waiting on a taxi with my bestie, I put pen to crushed up receipt paper (it was the first thing I could find) and wrote this poem. I guess this one is for The Goat (bestie) and Puppy Tail (bestie’s boo thang who I hope hasn’t missed his pizza receipt paper yet)
You Take My Breath Away
Take a deep breath
Hold it
I just want you to feel the way I do
Everytime I see you.
No, don’t exhale.
Feel that?
The panic sets in as I try to find the right words to open your heart’s door
Heart rate increases
Exhale.
You have it easy.
If you held it long enough, you’d be at my third symptom-
Braindead.
Breathe.
I breathe deeper and longer, letting air fill the spaces left by words unsaid
Just Like Animals
I wish I were a tree;
Able to stay firmly rooted
Despite the whispers of the wind.
I wish I were a snake;
Able to shake off the negativity
Just as I would skin.
I wish I were a monkey;
Able to swing and climb over obstacles
from tree to tree and limb to limb.
I wish I were a bird;
Able to soar at great heights
And see where one river ends and the next begins.
I wish I were a dog;
Able to sniff out the real from the fake
And run far from danger.
But I’m just a human.
The weakest and most dimwitted
creature of them all.
What You Need Thursdays
This past academic school year the name Hemingway came up on several occasions. Each time the name surfaced, I made a promise to read some of his work. Let’s just say procrastination is a hell of a thing. I sat in bed trying to figure out what you would need for this Thursday and decided it was time I fulfilled my promise. After doing a little research I am pleased to say this Hemingway guy is a poetic genius isn’t too bad .
I chose this poem because after a lousy week of work, it provides some “backative” (Jamaican word for support; especially in a fight. Kind of like ‘back up’) for our rants about our bosses or the pile of work on our desks or the endless rules put in place but no one knows why or whatever. Enjoy!
The Age Demanded
Ernest Hemingway
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the bung.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.
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For a Friend
My friend was going through a rough time and her way of dealing with emotions is to bottle them up. I wanted so much to tell her she didn’t have to go the journey alone but all our conversations ended with more tension than they started. At the rate we were going I feared erupting and saying something that would permanently damage our friendship. Somehow I turned that anger into creativity and ended up with a poem she knows nothing about… and probably never will.
For a Friend
You obviously have demons
I know nothing about.
So I’ll sit and watch them eat at you
from the inside out.
And when you start to fall apart
I’ll mend the pieces of your broken heart
Be it Elmer, Patex or Crazy Glue,
I’ll use them all because I love you.
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Beauty Challenge
I’ve been tagged by 876LoveR to share Beauty with the world. Thanks! 🙂
The challenge is to write 10 sentences on “Beauty” and each sentence to have “six words” one of which must be “beauty” and ending it with a favorite quote on “beauty” Also to nominate your friends to participate and spread the new challenge.
I cheated a bit x_x
Everywhere we look, beauty is found.
Beauty from sky right to the ground.
Beautiful the girl worn by time.
Beautiful the man without a dime.
Beauty in the way our fingers intertwine.
Beauty the simplicity of the sign.
Expectant mother, she is a beauty.
And Nurturing is this beauty’s duty.
Days of Beauty become starry nights.
That’s for sure a beautiful sight.
The quote on Beauty is:
But he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose
-Anne Bronte
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Thanks for stopping by!
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What You Need Thursdays!
Here’s another poem I studied in High School. This week I noticed the early signs of Spring so what better way to welcome the new season than with a poem about flowers? Enjoy!
A Contemplation upon Flowers by: Henry King
Brave flowers that I could gallant it like you,
And be as little vain!
You come abroad, and make a harmless show,
And to your beds of earth again.
You are not proud: you know your birth:
For your embroider’d garments are from earth.
You do obey your months and times, but I
Would have it ever Spring:
My fate would know no Winter, never die,
Nor think of such a thing.
O that I could my bed of earth but view
And smile, and look as cheerfully as you!
O teach me to see Death and not to fear,
But rather to take truce!
How often have I seen you at a bier,
And there look fresh and spruce!
You fragrant flowers! then teach me, that my breath
Like yours may sweeten and perfume my death.
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