So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
Shame
by Serena Mossgraves
sitting in the dark
thumbing though
shame drenched
memories.
Wishing I had
a light to
illuminate the
truth in what
was just me.
Lyrics –
We were three little girls from school.
One was pretty, one was smart
And one was a borderline fool.
Well she’s still good lookin’
That woman hadn’t slipped a bit.
The smart one used her head
She made her fortune.
And me, I cross the border every chance I get.
We were the girls of the 50’s.
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s.
And more than our names got changed
As the 70’s slipped on by.
Now we’re 80’s ladies.
There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried.
We’ve been educated.
We got liberated.
And had complicating matters with men.
Oh, we’ve said “I do”
And we’ve signed “I don’t”
And we’ve sworn we’d never do that again.
Oh, we burned our bras,
And we burned our dinners
And we burned our candles at both ends.
And we’ve had some children
Who look just like the way we did back then.
Oh, but we’re all grown up now.
All grown up,
But none of us could tell you quite how.
We were the girls of the 50’s.
Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s.
Hunny, more than our names got changed,
As the 70’s slipped on by.
Now we’re 80’s ladies.
There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried.
A- my name is Alice.
I’m gonna marry Artie.
We’re gonna sell apples
And live in Arkansas.
B- my name is Betty.
I’m gonna marry Bobby.
We’re gonna sell beans
And live in Brazil.
C- my name is Connie.
I’m gonna marry Charlie.
We’re gonna sell cars
And live in California.
My 2 cents –
it’s March. I am going to be 50 next week and it’s making me feel strange. I never believed that I would see 30…now I am somehow 50? I have lived a full life and it is not even close to being over. I am going nostalgic for the music choice today but I kinda feel the song as well. There’s not much I have not tried – but I am still enjoying the possibility.
The Problem with the Pen
by Patricia Harris
the poetry seems to flow
when the pen is no where
within my grasp,
inspiration striking as sleep
begins to take ahold.
I wish my memory
was set to be
as perfect as writing
the words would be.
Then I would have never
lost the words that crossed
my mind you see.
So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
I am terrible at accountability posting.
I keep meaning to post my word counts for the day on my Facebook account. I update them as I write anything for my own personal ability to keep track of where I am and I mean to post it. I move on to other things that I have to do and I forget to go back more often than not.
And the way I have my work listed may end up making people confused. Things only stay on the list until they are done. Then the list occasionally will not sync. so I get random mistakes in it as to how much is in a poetry volume. Or I have a notification on the top saying that it has a conflict from another version.
I love the feeling of accomplishment I feel when I do share the word counts. it feels like I am saying hey I am making progress. Unfortunately I mostly end up feeling ashamed because I forgot to post it.
I think that’s one of the main problems with juggling so much. The dropped balls become shame. I try to make sure that I only drop the ones that will bounce. I might be capable of catching them and then I can get them in the next pass.
When Death came in
by Serena Mossgraves
we welcomed him with a smile
for the cards had laid clear,
when death came in
we all awaited him.
now please don’t worry
please don’t fear,
death was not the end at all
it was the choice to start again.
when death came in
the walls would fall,
and the ghosts would be
no longer drowning us
in a waterfall made of
memories and sin.
Unspoken
by Patricia Harris
I have forgotten how
much I enjoyed
the wprds that were
a river flowing from my mind.
so much to say
I somehow never
expected the world
to kill the joy in words
I could so easily find ...
struck dumb in the face
of what was humanity revealed,
I hated what I found.
it was easier for me
to live in the unspoken
then to fight cruelty all over again.
So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
I am seeing so many people argue about the truth lately. No one has any idea about what it is anymore. Here is what the truth is.
the truth is personal,
perspective skewed,
and always changing.
It is political as Hell
and painfully littered with bias
It is so powerful
and passionate about what it knows,
it is pure and simple
It always grows.
it is ego
it is faith
it is standing your ground
and it really gets around.
no one can tell you
what your truth is
no one knows it but you.
Pattimouse 