“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” Carl Sandburg


Monday, September 2, 2013

Still Glowing

               
 
 

Our Lost Jungle prompt Here





http://explodingdog.com/


We thought we invented love-
sex wasn't crashing waves and rockets
till our epic romance.
We felt sorry for the old people
grey hair, wrinkled skin
settled in, settled for
old fogies, establishment,
who surely
never did
never would
love as we.
Never get old,
never get old,
we vowed...
but now
take a peek
the fire still glows.


Saturday, August 31, 2013

Slogans - Make it Now

dverse prompt Here
Today, I want us to play with slogans. You can use them to make a statement, or just explore the meaning behind them, how they make you feel or maybe you have a creative idea for a slogan that captures who you are and just what you are selling with your life. Have at it.

   Make it Now

The citi never sleeps
it‘s jazzed and jangled
but somewhere in me
the power of dreams
screams…
get the sensation,
taste the explosion.
Isn’t life juicy,
Lucy?

Taste the rainbow
it’s zesty and zingy
finger lickin’ good.
Fly the friendly sky
turn a blind eye
to naysayers,
complainers
Don’t be stupid,
Cupid

Make the most of now!

Slogans: Citibank, Honda, York Peppermint Patty, Pop Rocks, Starburst,  Skittles, KFC, United, Diesel Jeans, Vodafone

 

Love Hurts

Miz Quickly's Learning Experience Prompt Here



scarred and gnarled,
blitzed, ever wary,
a soldier’s heart
under her chemise.

She never found a
love worth finding.
Iceberg heart
constant deep freeze.
 

 

 

 

 

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Waltz Wave



Chains of Love

Soft,
sweetly,
the
west wind
calls to me,
Be free,
he
says in
sultry tones.
Fly away
with me to warm
sands and sea.
I say
no.
There are ties
of love that
bind me.
Free-
ly I
stay.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Found Poetry

Prompt found Here MARGO ROBY


“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”
                                                                          ― Herman Melville, Moby Dick


I thought I would see
the watery world, (for)
I find myself growing grim,
damp, drizzly in my soul,
pausing, bringing up the rear.
Get an upper hand
that requires a
strong step and method
it(‘s) high time to get to sea.
With a philosophical flourish
I quietly take to the ship.

Cento or Found Poetry


           I's frustrated!

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—
Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
I grow old . . . I grow old . . . 
I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. 
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--   
Almost, at times, the Fool. 
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!

Bad Morning, Langston Hughes; The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T. S. Eliot; A Burdock—clawed my Gown, Emily Dickinson




                                        Earth

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and saw
she was small, light blue, and so touchingly alone.
It suddenly struck me, that tiny pea,
pretty and blue, was the Earth.
But look around at this world,
how perfectly it's made.
Flowers can't move, yet the insects come
and spread their pollen.
Trees can't move, but birds and animals
eat their fruit and carry their seeds far and wide.

And forget not that the earth delights
to feel your bare feet
and the winds
long to play with your hair.
Our planet is a glimpse of divinity.
Rocks pray, pebbles and boulders
and old weathered hills.  They are still and silent,
and those are two important ways to pray.
Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

 

A compilation from quotes and poems by:

High Flight, John Gillespie Magee, Nahoko Uehashi, Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit, Kahlil Gibran quote – And forget not…, Neil Armstrong quote – It suddenly struck me…., Douglas Wood, Grandad's Prayers of the Earth, Edgar Mitchell quote- Our planet is a glimpse…, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh

Monday, August 26, 2013

challenge 4: le stein

Khara House - Our Lost Jungle Prompt Here
  
tiny etchings - inked

A generation of tattoos cliché, crochet, clashes. Melting sizzles dissolving pot
ideals morass deceit dystopian merge tattoos yet delineate arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers.  The ankle is the saddest rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep wooly  lambs grain-fed starved for a rose is still a rose is a rose
even when the brush is hairless.


or in another form:


Generation of tattoos
cliché, crochet, clashes
Melting sizzles dissolving pot
ideals morass, deceit, dystopian
merge tattoos
yet delineate
arms legs faces backs skin
sopped inky lathers. 
The ankle is the saddest
rebellion identity conformity,
an inconformity, of sheep
wooly  lambs grain fed
starved for a rose is still a rose
is a rose even when
the brush is hairless.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Cure

We Write Poems - Prompt 171 HERE

“The cure for anything is salt water - tears, sweat, or the sea.” ― Isak Dinesen, Seven Gothic Tales 



I’ve heard it said
that open windows,
even in the middle of winter,
with plenty of fresh air is
The cure for anything.

And when you have
a sore throat or infected toe-
Gargle or soak-as needed-
the best remedy
is salt water.

For working out problems
hard work is a tonic.
And if your heart is broken-cry,
for there is healing in
tears, sweat.

And when life overwhelms
with its ceaseless noise
and solitude you crave,
go to a wooded place
or the sea.

*********
 
They say
deep breaths
of fresh air is
the cure for anything.

And when you have
a sore throat or toe 
(Gargle or soak) the remedy
is salt water.

Heart broken? Cry.
Problems? Work.  
There’s healing in
tears, sweat.

And when life leaves
you craving solitude
go to a wooded place
or the sea.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Song of Terpsichore

Miz Quickly Prompt Here  Simple Pleasures -
the music and clip carried me away


Music

light, lilting, lifting,

fluting breeze, twirl, skip, dip, and sway -

join me friend

and dance, heady effervescent

spring song of Terpsichore

enchants.

 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Prompt for Margo Roby: Wordgathering

Poem Tryouts: Colouring Outside the Lines
           http://margoroby.com/



     Thick, pellucid, amber sweetness
     drips from your honeyed tongue
     in sticky streams of golden viscous lies
     suspending me in butterscotch
     memories of cruel, hazel eyes.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Holy Cow Batman

Writers Digest: For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Holy (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.


We have so many interjections
and some of such pearly perfection
that you’d think Batman would
tell Robin he should
find some other way
to emphatically say
“I am astonished”.
Why didn’t he admonish
Robin to a hipper expression
and banish his “holy” obsession?

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Resignation

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/gwawdodyn-poetic-forms

The gwawdodyn is a Welsh poetic form with a couple variations. However, both versions are comprised of quatrains (4-line stanzas) that have a 9/9/10/9 syllable pattern and matching end rhymes on lines 1, 2, and 4. The variations are made in that third line:
1-xxxxxxxxa
2-xxxxxxxxa
3-xxxxbxxxxb
4-xxxxxxxxa

       

Summer is spiraling to a nub
of dry grasses and stumpy shrub
marigold heads brown, spilling seeds on ground
resigned to winter’s coldhearted snub.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Well, That Was a Mistake - Writers' Digest


I walked from booth to booth at the fair where
vendors hawked their goodies to snare hungry
victims and greedy, sugar addicted  junkies
with aromas that rode on my back like a monkey,
burdensome nuisance, insistent – I gave in.
Well, that was a mistake.

I’ll have the vanilla raspberry in a waffle cone,
two scoops, sprinkled with nuts and jimmies, please.
I licked and I licked every drip then popped the cone tip
into my mouth with a satisfying crunch and smacked my lips.
And then my stomach protested.
Well, that was a mistake.

Oooh, a caramel apple rolled in pecans
drizzled with chocolate- gooily- called my name.
So, I bought one- for later, I said, just before bed
to insure the sweetest of sweet dreams, I said.
All night my stomach protested.
Well, that was a mistake.

I vow I’ll not make that mistake next year
when the fair and vendors again appear
and the monkey snickers with a knowing sneer.

 

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy Fourth of July


     Celebrate

 A high pitched whistle,
and then a boom
a synchronized chorus
“oooh”, “ahhh”,
wonder, childlike glee
Oh, say can you see
the living kalediscopic colors
ever changing, sparkling
shapes of whimsy
stripes and stars
every mouth ajar
hearts  proud.

On the shore dimly seen
thro' the mists of the deep,
as pyrotechnics sweep
across the evening sky
I recall with each boom
those who gave
those who give
and the Pow'r
that hath made,
preserv'd us a nation
pray may it ever be
the land of the free

 
*Italicized lines are from “The Star Spangled Banner”

 
 

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Day 3 - Liv, Laugh, Love

My "blog" (really more a journal) is typically full of my random thoughts and poetry. The prompt for this month's blogging though is to write outside the box of what you normally do. I don't write about how to raise children - I have no expertise. I have three children and somehow they've managed to be well adjusted, productive adults whom I admire and respect. I don't take any credit for the way they turned out - I just thank God for the blessings they are!  Anyway, here is the guest blog I'd write if anyone asked : )


Granny Tips 
 
My oldest daughter and her family moved from Charlotte, NC to Snoqualmie, WA when the grandsons were about two and five. I was used to having them within a three hours drive and would often meet her half way to get the boys for a week long stay with Granny and Poppaw. It was hard to see them go so far away though we understood it was an employment opportunity.
 
I miss being part of their lives and worry that their memories of us will be disjointed images of holidays and infrequent visits. We call on the phone, face-time once in awhile, watch videos that my daughter makes and sends us occasionally and of  course, I send gifts and cards for birthdays and Christmas and for no reason at all (thank you, Amazon prime).
 
But, those things don't seem like enough. I want to be part of their lives in concrete ways, ways that tell them who I am as a person, not just a relative they see once in awhile or think of as gift bearer or money giver. I want to build memories that last longer than my lifetime and hopefully become stories they tell their children, too. 
 
One thing we share is a love of reading. All three of my children are readers and they instilled that love in their children. So, I decided to start reading books that the boys read so we could talk about them together. When I find a book I think they would like I'll send it to them. Recently I sent Divergent to Joshua (he's 15 now) and Return to the Willows for the 11 year old. Occasionally, they call me and recommend a book they've just read and think I'll like.

When they were younger, I decided to use my love of writing as a way to connect with them. I started writing a story about them and sent it by email. What kid doesn't like seeing their name in a book? They were thrilled. I sent it one chapter at a time and tried to have a "cliffhanger" moment at the end of each. I'd get an email back, "Granny what happens next? Hurry and write another chapter". I ended up writing two stories. One about a Saint Patrick's Day adventure and another about our Yorkie, Rivers, who the oldest grandson used to called his cousin. Their Mom has copied and saved the stories so they can share them someday with their kids.

Recently, I found that Matthew, the younger grandson shares an interest in poetry with me. He wants us to write together and for me to teach him some forms when they come in this August. That thrills my heart all the way to my toes and back again.

Whether they are across the street or across the country you can be in their lives in creative ways. It takes a little thought and work but if you really want to influence their lives and make lasting connections and memories you can.
  

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Lost Art and Top10

Have you read The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows? It is one of my favorites. I have the book and the audiobook on my Kindle (yeah, Kindle – not Fire, old school). It is written all in letters, as in mail. That and C. S. Lewis' Letters to Children, make me wish the art of letter writing would come back. It is kind of pathetic that we converse with each other in little sound bites of email, facebook and twitter.  It takes discipline and sacrifice to sit down and write (long-hand preferably) a letter that is chatty, newsy and thoughtful, one that is worthy of a response from the recipient. I admit I have written very few but think what a treasure trove it could be for my grandchildren if I would just start. Ah, that’s always the hard part – starting!


OK, so I'm a little slow. I didn't see the Day 2 Top 10 list, soooo here it is. My top10 Favorite books:

1.   Watership Down
2.   The Hobbit
3.   The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
4.   Agatha Christie
5.   Miss Read's Thrush Green and Fairacre Books
6.   Goodbye Mr. Chips
7.   The Crosswicks Journal (Madeliene L'Engle)
8.   Anything by C. S. Lewis
9.   The Good Earth
10. On the Beach

 

Monday, July 1, 2013

First post for Liv, Laugh, Love

This morning I finished prompt 30 part 2, the last for the month of June, for Our Lost Jungle. Khara House lives in Az and so the prompt came in after I had gone to bed. I can hardly believe I did 30 poems during June. What a fantastic feeling!

Then,  Poetic Bloomings is having a month long challenge “LIFE IS A BEACH!” GAUNTLET
that I am excited to be a part of - so I did my second poem of the morning for that as well - and if that isn't enough, I am taking the challenge to post everyday here on Hyacinths and Biscuits in July and not just poems. I am going to be one busy bee. I LOVE IT!  Sadly, I need it. I tend to let things slide if I have half a chance so this will be a good spur for me.

So, in between cleaning the bathroom and other housework I am not so fond of I will be running in here to my computer every chance I get to write. I don't have an exciting life but I hope you'll find this chatty and maybe I'll throw in a tasty recipe once in awhile. Hope to see you around here this month. Drop me a comment and I'll return the favor!

day 30. prompt 2: the end The Final 30X30 prompt for Our Lost Jungle

                    

              A Long Goodbye

So long, farewell, Auf Weidersehen, Adieu,
Au revoir, ta-ta, Goodbye, see you
So many ways to say pip, pip, Cheerio, Old bean
See you in my dreams, Goodnight Irene
Frankly I don’t give a damn, it’s kind of rum
to pull my ear or burst through a bass drum
and say (by the way, that was a genius stroke)
"Th-Th-Th-Th-Th-... That's all, folks."
Good Night, Mrs. Calabash Wherever You Are,
I thought raised the bar
of saying bye, though I confess
I liked Good night and God bless.
George to his wife, Say goodnight Gracie
and how could you not fall in  love  prima facie
with Keep your stick on the ice
a tribute from Red Green to his wife
And that’s the way it was will remain
Walter’s final and familiar refrain,
Though we can’t leave out
what the kids used to shout,
See ya later, Gator!
After while, Crocodile

 
Walter Cronkite, The Sound of Music, Porky Pig, Rhett Butler, Jimmy Durante, Carol Burnett, Red Skelton, Red Green, George Allen

Sunday, June 30, 2013

day 29. “free for all”/Our Lost Jungle

Khara: What’s an idea that’s been nagging at you, sticking in your brain for a while, and that you’ve just never had the time or courage to bring to life? Today … go for it.


“He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific request, only holding in his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands, all those people who were in stress or grief.” – Madelyn L’Engle in Two-Part Invention quoting Ellis Peters’ A Morbid Taste for Bones.

Lord, I come as a bird with broken wings,
not able to soar in joy and freedom,
not sure of what I once held sure.

Where came these doubts assailing me
on all sides and underneath
the once sure foundation of Christianity?

I lay awake into the night and beg a crumb,
like a dog scavenging under the table.
Mongrel,  starving for a morsel of truth.

The church promises certainty. How can that be,
when material and spiritual reside in
different dimensions of space and time?

It seems the best I can muster is
a holy hope of faith you require  
of flesh and blood and bone.

Again I ask “Do you understand
how hard it is, how much you ask
of me to simply believe?

In the midst of trees and stones,
toil and bills and pull of gravity
you introduce rapture, heaven, life after death

all things I have never seen
yet, every cell, the very DNA of me
l o n g s to believe it, you…  in you.

Jesus, cup me in your hands, your heart,
I make no special request of you
only hold me tight and never let me go.  

Shadowland


www.themafelix.com


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When posting your poem in progress, leave very specific instructions about where you are stuck, and let us know what you want feedback on.  Maybe even why you stopped writing or what you don’t like about what you have so far.



This is a work in progress -
I fell in love with this picture but don't know where I want to go with it. Maybe it isn't meant to be a poem but a story. ANY feed back is welcome...
 

She dreamed each night of a shadow land
a world of misty white and grey
with only a shadow of whispery sound
of shadow deer and a shadow owl a fingertip away

where she was all alone.
 
By day she walked on busy streets,
out of step with those around
 
 
 








 

day 22. Hilarious/Our Lost Jungle

This is the link to day 22.

http://georgeplace2.blogspot.com/2013/02/monologue.html

Saturday, June 29, 2013

day 28. thrive/Our Lost Jungle

I strung letters together, high
strung and low key
I arranged them until
they became words
of a feather and held together
with beauty and meaning.
  

         *********

From nebulous conception
to agonizing birth
I pushed each word, I pushed
until it crowned, labored more,
then it arrived,
a bouncy poem.  
It cried with a lusty
voice and thrived.  
 
 

Friday, June 28, 2013

Challenges Galore!

Coming up to the end of the 30X30 challenge over at Our Lost Jungle. I have had such a good experience with this. It has stretched me as a poet and, thanks to Khara's great prompts, enlarged my body of work. Sometimes, I would look at a prompt and think, "I can't do that one" but, I always came up with something. I have lots of work now to go back to and tweak here and there to make it better or even to push me to some other direction in a new poem.

July is going to be crazy. Poetic Bloomings is doing a beach themed challenge and I am also committing to a 30 day blog challenge at  Liv, Laugh, Love. I have found I work best this way -
someone challenging me, encouraging me and doing half the thinking for me with a good prompt.

One of the very best parts of this past month's challenge is that I've met some wonderful writers, artists and poets. I've seen beautiful photography, read thought provoking blogs, read some amazing poetry and been so happy to find kind comments on my own poetry blog.

So, July bring it on! 

day 27. “let me fix you”/Our Lost Jungle

Well, hey little darlin’, granny said as she hugged
her close. I’m so glad to see you and she tugged
the frail girl into the cozy room. We’ll have us a yak.
The girl’s eyes were bright with tears held back.
Granny shuffled toward the kitchen -I was just fix-in to make me some tea,
how does peppermint sound? Or maybe Earl Grey would be
more to your likin’. The girl, with a small smile said, Earl Grey.

Now you tell me what’s wrong, little girl – yes, there is, you tell
granny all about it. She did, as tears of frustration fell
granny patted  her hand and listened silently through
to the end. Oh, darlin’, she said, I wish I could fix it for you
but I can’t.  I’ve had my share of trouble and quite a lot
was my own makin’, she chuckled.  I can’t tell you to do what you aught.
But this is my advice, forget yesterday, plan for tomorrow and enjoy today.

 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Divorce

Caught
in the
middle of
one’s pain. one’s deceit.
Bitterness, regret
and animosity
sharp as a samurai’s sword.
I watch a marriage fall apart.
Recrimination weaves a rope with
strands of ‘he said, she said, he did, she did,’
then hangs holy vows by the neck 'til dead.
Once they both stood before an altar
made promises they meant to keep.
One... full of good intentions,
the other simply... weak.
What once was joined
by man and
God now
split.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

day 26. sweet/Our Lost Jungle

        Addiction

Pull it or cap it.
Brace it or face it.
Nothing seems to work.
Tell me which it is.
I feel like a jerk!

Don’t care which it is,
simple or complex,
refined or uncouth.
I always give in
to this darn sweet tooth.




Tuesday, June 25, 2013

day 25. mellow yellow/Our Lost Jungle - Sedoka



      Mellow Yellow

Tense, harried, hurried 
to the garden I escape
and feel calmed, serene, mellow

Yellow butterflies
flit from sundrops to ox-eye
in a mellow yellow feast

 

 



Monday, June 24, 2013

day 24. “i made a mistake”/Our Lost Jungle

                                                Even Pencils have Erasers

I am human, therefore, fallible. Not only am I capable of mistakes, I make mistakes, I made mistakes, I will make more mistakes. It isn’t reasonable to expect not to make mistakes. Do I have regrets? A few but mostly I would still do again what I’ve done. The regrets aren’t for the life I’ve lived but for not being kinder, more forgiving, more loving – including to myself. I like to think I’ve done my best but truth is truth and sometimes I was lazy, fearful, and immature… and often made excuses. But, my husband loves me, my kids call me, and my grandkids think I’m great. What more can I ask?

day 23. earth/Our Lost Jungle-Cento


                                   Earth

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and saw
she was small, light blue, and so touchingly alone.
It suddenly struck me, that tiny pea,
pretty and blue, was the Earth.
Look around at this world,
how perfectly it's made.
Flowers can't move, yet the insects come
and spread their pollen.
Trees can't move, but birds and animals
eat their fruit and carry their seeds far and wide.

And forget not that the earth delights
to feel your bare feet
and the winds
long to play with your hair.
Our planet is a glimpse of divinity.
Rocks pray, pebbles and boulders
and old weathered hills.  They are still and silent,
and those are two important ways to pray.
Earth's crammed with heaven...
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.

 

I used a compilation of quotes and poems by:
John Gillespie Magee, Nahoko Uehashi, Kahlil Gibran, Neil Armstrong, Douglas Wood, Edgar Mitchell, Elizabeth Barrett Browning


 

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday, June 23, 2013

day 21. gender/Our Lost Jungle


                         Gender Switch

We laugh at Curtis and Lemmon in "Some Like it Hot"
because they pretend to be women when they’re not.
Robin Williams as “Mrs. Doubtfire”, Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie
did a great job, made us laugh, I’m sure you’d agree
but women as men don’t seem as hilarious.
Rather they seem just a tad nefarious.
Are we uncomfortable with the switch of gals to guys,
and if so, just what from that should we surmise?

 

Saturday, June 22, 2013

day 20. blue/Our Lost Jungle

                     Memories

I’m feeling blue, light, sweet, baby blue
floating on a sapphire stream of velvety
smooth, tourmaline memories of you.

Melancholic indigo thoughts, rough, crude 
tumbling like polished Angelite, barely blue,
edgeless, safe, like my memories, subdued.

 

                      

day 19. “my better half”/Our Lost Jungle

         Me and Myself
 
Who is this person that is me?
I feel I ought to know.
She hides behind some twisted vine
her face afraid to show.

One time she peeked between the leaves
a glimpse of her I caught.
I tried to gently coax her out.
My efforts came to naugh.

She runs and hides. She laughs
and sneers. She cunningly displays
a tantalizing side of me
within a misty haze.

I think, sometimes, I know myself.
I’ve lived with me for years.
But, she remains one step ahead.
So far and yet so near.

But maybe someday if I wait  
we’ll  meet between the selves
then she and I together
will become the best ourselves.

 

day 18. comfort/Our Lost Jungle


                 Comfort

Children have fingers and thumbs,
blankets, pacies, or  lullabies
as sweet comforting allies
when a needful time-out comes.

I’m too old for those palliatives
but books, a bubble bath and prayer
help to sweetly clear the air
when faced with life’s agitatives.

 

Monday, June 17, 2013

day 17. destiny/Our Lost Jungle


            Destiny
 
Some swear by the stars,
others a God who controls
every aspect of their lives.

Moment by moment
I decide and chart my course.
Our sure destiny is death.  

Sunday, June 16, 2013

day 16. sentiment/Our Lost Jungle

Father's Day2013  For my Dad John Paul Wilson and Stepdad Earl Allen Dudley

Forget-Me-Nots

Look, I’ve brought flowers.
I’ll put them right here.
Please, excuse the tears,
this is hard for me.

I’ll put them right here
in this bronze bud vase
near “Beloved Father”

Please, excuse the tears.
My eyes don’t know how
to ignore my heart.

This is hard for me.
Is it for you, too?
Are you even here?

day 15. trick/Our Lost Jungle





                Creep

All you want is a little fun.
You know how to get ‘em
with a routine that stuns,
of smiles and promises and winks.
But not how to keep ‘em.
They toss you out and off you slink.

You are such a phony, full of baloney -
nothing but a one trick pony!

 

Saturday, June 15, 2013

day 14. plume/Our Lost Jungle

             

http://newsroom.ucla.edu/portal/ucla/why-do-animals-especially-males-111815.aspx     

Plumes and More

I have maligned you, sir,
With your bold colors, fancy plumes,
and extrovert behavior,
I thought you were just conceited.
I admit that upon closer inspection, I have cheated
you a finer quality - safety for your species.

I find you are like the common gang member
dressed in colors and insignia
who strut and preen, not just for attention
from the female sexually, but your appearance or song
is so you and your mate will not choose wrong
but recognize rival gangs - that could be deadly.

So be a show off if you must with your fancy clothes
I understand it's more than sex the reason for your pose.