Because I can’t seem to control the formatting so my poetry breaks and displays correctly using WordPress, I’m moving this blog to:
blogspotdot com, specifically;
http://swordofshakespeare2012 (dot) blogspot.com/
cut the space(dot)space for the actual url
Very frustrating and totally not worth the trouble. Even searching for help brought me no results, so IF anyone was following me, I’ll be posting now at the above. Sheeesh, what a hassle.
At church today, they did a ‘super bowl’ sermon sunday and this is just one of the thoughts that went through my head, despite the fact I liked how they showed Tim Tebow’s life as something to which we should aspire and nothing to hate.
05 February 2012 – Just A Game – rubliw
Today
there was a game
it’s called the super bowl
and every year it comes and goes
and every year, amazed, I shake my head;
there’s people: hungry, poor and ill.
Consumers never see
it’s just a game,
today.
02-05-12
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Another inspired by a Florence song; ‘Shake it Out’. This one says that after the pain of heartbreak, if the song can be sung and closure be had, once you’ve shaken the past off or out, that a new breath awaits beyond the crying.
04 February 2012 – Shake It Out – sonnetto rispetto
They say to shake it out, just let it go,
I have a playlist made for broken hearts,
but any movement that I make will know
I’ve cheated tunes before and failed to start;
there’s only some that reach my pain and grow,
there’s very few that never leave a scar.
Release the music, make the chorus come,
refrains delve deep and mine for chords of soul
whenever love has littered fields with lies.
Beyond the night of moon there’s days of sun,
and each that’s new will work to make you whole
if breath has shaken life-awakened cries.
02-05-12
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A song by Lindsay Buckingham, “Trouble”, inspired this poem.
03 February 2012 – Trouble – rondine
I think I see trouble, blowing like the breeze,
it’s coming like the ocean, cresting foam,
its swallowing beaches, calling me home
its chilling the blood, hearts and mind to freeze
extending sutured hands that seek to seize
its here to turn the sand of all I own;
I think I see trouble.
I let her go and never asked her please,
she turned but I could never be alone
and trust that ever waited if I’m owned.
The tide is rising while I bend my eyes and knees;
I think I see trouble.
02-05-12
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Fairly straight forward; without love, many of our cliched signs would mean of love would mean nothing. With love, song is alive.
02 February 2012 – Without Love – misc rhyme
If the air was meant to glitter
songs would not be necessary
rings of diamonds never fit her
holding hands not ever scary
such is love and life together
heart and mind elude contrary.
Love birds never be together
separate cages doomed to dying,
roses stalled as buds aren’t better,
winds that ring like chimes belying
sunny days with stormy weather.
Eyes alight you claim I’m singing
beating back each note’s percussion
wound and bound in strings I’m stringing
finger on my lips, discussion’s
flown on melodies you’re winging.
02-05-12
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This shows how in every problem, there’s choices that can be made, such as how we present ourselves despite the other, and whether we line up on the hard side of logic or on the soggy bottomed emotional side. In the end, I figure a balance is the way to go, which means some of us have to find that falling to destruction can happen on either side.
(also, I’ve opted to eschew pictures for each poem simply because it takes so long and puts me behind writing the novel. So, for now, no pics but later, probably I’ll create more.)
01 February 2012 – Sword Balancing – sijo
The line is thin, we walk it always daring to look down;
the choices come, brace and posture; emotion duels with logic;
by faith we close our eyes and cross the rope, swords balanced.
02-05-12
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I’ve avoided writing for this blog the past three days mainly because I didn’t want to fall into the catharsis writing gives. And yet, here I am. So, Erik left yesterday and all the feelings are being stirred; some good, some not so good. The past two entries along with this one are products of melancholy and pity, so the writing is much too telly for my tastes. Still, it is what it is because along with such brooding and moody thoughts, I still want to see the sun rise on hope. Here’s praying it does. Don’t mind the tenor of this last, it is something that had to happen and maybe I can get back to more introspective and illuminating patterns.
31 January 2012 – Scar Tissue – sonnet
I haven’t wanted anything to write,
but still I must retain my time and stall
the clutching fingers creased by folds of night;
I can’t explain just what that means at all,
though expectations still exist in droves.
It means that daylight hasn’t been my mold,
a heart that should be grounded, vents and roves
‘cause all I want I never seem to hold.
Another poem that mocks me as my skin,
another try at stemming pain and hurt;
it all comes down to paying for my sins
and hoping someday as it was reverts
to how it should be, promised by the Word;
it’s hell when life is lived like broken swords.
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30 January 2012 – Flight – sonnet
Piano chords will rise and reach the sky,
the well of violins dares soothe the tears;
there’s winds I’ve passed and brought about to cry,
are nothing stopping melodies of fear.
Too far away to reach my touch, he’s gone––
there’s empty time before me, in my hand;
and though I’d not begrudge him sons of dawn,
I find I miss him just because I can.
I feel the seasons follow where I lead,
biographies that show I’m looking back;
the more I lose the more I know I need
the more I realize just what I lack.
In flight there’s only air beneath your wings
we wait for what the new horizons bring.
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29 January 2012 – Departure – sonnet
The song was simple, sweet and pure like wine
I listened hoping there to drown like sighs
despite cliche and trite, I knew this time
would need distraction, lost in cries and lies
A story where a plane lifts wings and love
departures, disappointment, anguish too
now rides the air with hope and dreams enough
what’s left is only what winds blow through.
He’s gone and life seems different, as it should;
there’s places memory dares not look the same
and silence where a voice spoke where it could.
I knew this day was coming, not its name.
He flies for dreams adventure brings and fills;
I stay and wait and wonder if he will.
02-01-12
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I was listening to Pandora, the online radio station that plays songs centered around a user’s input. I had one of my current favorite artists in the queue, Florence and the Machine, and I saw her album cover for ‘The B sides/Lungs’. This poem stems from that art as I imagined a woman in glitter heels, sitting on a moon, contemplating where the night’s liaison might go.
28 January 2012 – Glitter Moons – terzanelle
Would you swing upon a moon, hide heels of glitter,
find that lowered voices lay like satin’s sultry?
Think as night revolves on sins, the sweet and bitter.
Stations change, the songs collide and whispers call me,
combing stars from eyes and winding hair ‘round fingers,
find that lowered voices lay like satin’s sultry.
Lips so near and tongues pedantic, lace is sounding
strewn like drapes; the light of rooms is hidden closely,
combing stars from eyes and winding hair ‘round fingers.
Symptom’s claim that lust and love was lying mostly
tangled in the sweat of once upon a timely;
strewn like drapes, the light of rooms is hidden closely.
Laid with dew like on the rose we trace, don’t mind me––
tear the seams that hold a bed beneath the swooning,
tangled in the sweat of once upon a timely
bind of lace, then stop the blood from every wounding.
Tear the seams that hold a bed beneath the swooning;
would you swing upon a moon, hide heels of glitter?
Think as night revolves on sins, the sweet and bitter.
01-28-12
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