Caustic
by Patricia Harris
The words that drip from your tongue
burn deeply into the soul,
Caustic like the acid,
Perhaps I am lost in a fog
of the brain melted by what you had to say...
I stand here broken,
wondering if I have made
many the wrong choice,
Walking through the acid rain...
for someone who will never see
the damage inflicted.
For the one who will always
cause me pain.
so I have been seeing a shift in the social media popularity as of late. I figure it is a natural thing but it means that it might be time to put my list of where to find me out there again . These are just me. I will probably be doing Serena next week. probably Fae Corps Publishing another day.
Facebook(mouseypoet or my personal page is pattimouse)
bluesky(pattimouse)
Instagram (pattimouse)
LinkedIn (pattimouse)
X (although I really don’t check it anymore )(pattimouse)
Twitch (Dedrasfirekiller)
Deviantart (Brokenangelmom)
Tumblr (pattimouse)
Mastodon (pattimouse.mastodon.social)
TikTok (pattimouse)
reddit (pattimouse)
Pinterest (pattimouse)
Email (authorpoetpatriciaharris@gmail.com)
linktr.ee probably has more because I feel like I have forgotten something. I don’t check the majority of them often but I do check.
BTW if you think there’s a theme in my social media …I did it on purpose for the most part. Deviant is older than the publishing so that one is different from the rest. Twitch is not book related so I wasn’t sure if I needed it to be the same. (Dedrasfirekiller is also my Skype name but I don’t even have the app on my phone)
Drops of Light
by Serena Mossgraves
I don't need to see
bright examples of
Illumination,
Don't you see that simplicity
will work for me?
Minor drops of light
to illuminate
that which I need to
examine.
Do not flood my sight
when you can easily instead
illuminate gently
what I need to see.
Lyrics –
Ramblers in the wilderness we can’t find what we need
We get a little restless from the searching
Get a little worn down in between
Like a bull chasing the matador
Is the man left to his own schemes
Everybody needs someone beside em’
Shining like a lighthouse from the sea
Brother, let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Face down in the desert
Now there’s a cage locked around my heart
I found a way to drop the keys
Where my failures were
Now my hands can’t reach that far
I ain’t made for a rivalry
I could never take the world alone
I know that in my weakness I am strong, but
It’s your love that brings me home
Brother, let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
And when you call and need me near
Sayin’ where’d you go?
Brother, I’m right here
And on those days when the sky begins to fall
You’re the blood of my blood
We can get through it all
Brother, let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re feelin’ low
Brother, let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Brother, let me be your shelter
Never leave you all alone
I can be the one you call
When you’re low
Brother, let me be your fortress
When the night winds are driving on
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
Be the one to light the way
Bring you home
My 2 cents –
I am currently on a binge….
Brainless
by Patricia Harris
somehow I have lost
my brain in my travels,
I feel like a zombie
wandering loose lost.
Every one seems to think
I am brainless
because I don’t follow
the notes of society’s song.
One Candle
by Serena Mossgraves
is it too much
to light a single candle,
to illuminate the world
one small light at a time?
One Candle to fight the darkness,
one Candle to push the dreary away.
I am not trying to rid the world
of all the darkness,
That is too much for me to try,
I just want to push some light
into the world so that I might see.
One Candle is enough for me.
Lyrics –
You don’t know fear
Till it’s calling from behind
And the streets that are familiar
Seem to stretch out at night
They dragged her to the woods
They couldn’t leave Anne on her own
And the press paraded pictures
Of a dead Marylin Monroe
And I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
And I would rather choose to die
Let my body decompose
Cuz even when you’re ash
They will never let you go no
Careful of the stranger
A face you’ve never met
You’ve seen them in your churches
they’re sleeping in your beds
And history will teach you
They were all such willing wives
Sacagawea was a child
When her body lost its rights
I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
I would rather choose to die
Let my body decompose
Cuz even when you’re ash
They will never let you go
The waves let them take me
The walls let them fall It may not be many
But enough to doubt them all
And when I tell the beasts
All the things you would do
They would cry as well
And fear you too
I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
I would rather choose to die
And let my body decompose
Cuz even when you’re ash
They will never let you go
I will always choose the bear
I will always choose the wolves
No matter what they do
They wouldn’t blame my clothes
I would rather choose to die
Let my body decompose
Cuz even when your ash
They will never let you go
Cuz even when your ash
They will never let you go,
no
My 2 cents –
I have been seeing a lot of feminine Rage songs appearing on the music scene. I can understand why…and I can relate to way too many of them. Still it is something that bothers me because it feels like we are going backwards as a country.
So I have said that I enjoy making covers…and Especially poetry covers for future books – whether I ever get them written or not…I just enjoy the creation of the idea.
I am, at least where my files are concerned, Very organized. So I have a folder of future Poetry volumes and then each is organized alphabetically.
That gives me an idea of when I have two many of any one letter starting the titles. So I can choose titles from letters I have less of. If I have 3 or more then I feel like it is time to pick a different folder to add an idea to.
Do I realize that with over 70 future volume covers I will never get them all written? Yeah. This is an art form that relaxes me. And it means when I finish a volume I have choices. So less anxiety there.
My child thinks I am overwhelming myself. Planning for things that will never be, I see it as dreaming gently about possibilities.
Lost Time
by Patricia Harris
I have spent so much time
giving away parts of me
with no concerns of
what I was tearing from myself...
Thinking that it was
what was expected
from me...
In reality all I was doing
was pouring time
into others,
openly ignoring
the holes I was creating
inside of me.
I thought about doing a Tuesday Tunes with I am Santa Claus but I just don’t want to be that person today. I am not posting anything else this week due to the chaos of the holiday. See you all next week.
Pattimouse 