Human Shaped Verse
By Patricia Harris
Humanity is but another
Unknown thing
Making the poets speak.
All about the possibility
Never understanding the truth.
Someday I will speak instead about
How much I understand
All the things that make humans
Poetry.
Even then I will be wrong,
Definition is impossible.
Vaguely unreal is as close in
English as I might be capable.
Referring to the entire race
Somehow as having any voice
Even though they don’t understand themselves.
Have you gotten your copy yet?
I almost always forget to post these things here even though it’s always posted on my publishing page.
There is so many forms of art. It makes it harder to acknowledge the label of artist.
A person who bakes beautiful cakes is an artist.
A person who draws using charcoal is an artist.
A person who aranges the words to form poetry or prose is an artist.
A person who paints in watercolors, acrylics, or oils is an artist.
A person who weaves is an artist.
A person who works with clay, resin or stone is an artist.
Perhaps any person who just creates something to bring beauty or Joy into this dismal world is an artist?
Today I am philosophical. Because I am too tired to create art.
This has been a busy week.
I found out (thanks to one of my authors there) that the covers are not appearing on the sites for the indie bookstores in Canada. So I am working to get that fixed.
I have several books in the manuscript stage. This is where I am dealing with Formatting, editing and making sure that all the details are right before I publish them. Which is tiring all on it’s own.
I got distracted by a new story. I was doing well writing the Sea Wytch…but I got invited to submit to an anthology Fractured Mind Publishing is Doing…and it is out of my normal genre. And I am scared to death of messing it up…but I am enjoying the writing. It is flowing, and I am trying to make it work.
If I get accepted it will be a February release. I will be sure to post more on here as it is known to me. (of course this is a Serena thing.)
I wrote another Bedtime tales book for release next year. (That is a Patricia thing..)
And the poetry has been happening.
With all of that plus the normal publishing stuff…and the housekeeping that I have to try to keep up with…I am exhausted.
Lyrics –
Hey, your glass is empty
It’s a hell of a long way home
Why don’t you let me take you?
It’s no good to go alone
I never would have opened up
But you seemed so real to me
And after all the bullshit I’ve heard
Refreshing not to see
That I don’t have to pretend
She doesn’t expect it from me
So, don’t tell me I
Haven’t been good to you
Don’t tell me I
Have never been there for you
Just tell me why
Nothing is good enough
Hey little girl, would you like some candy?
Your Momma said it’s okay
The door is open, come on outside
No, I can’t come out today
It’s not the wind that cracked your shoulder
And threw you to the ground
Who’s there that makes you so afraid?
You’re shaken to the bone
And no, I don’t understand
You deserve so much more than this
So, don’t tell me why
He’s never been good to you
Don’t tell me why
He’s never been there for you
Don’t you know that why
It’s simply not good enough
Oh, so just let me try
I will be good to you
Just let me try
And I will be there for you
I’ll show you why
You’re so much more than
Good enough
So, don’t tell me why
He’s never been good to you
Don’t tell me why
He’s never been there for you
Don’t you know that why
It’s simply not good enough
Oh, so just let me try
I will be good to you
Just let me try
And I will be there for you
I’ll show you why
You’re so much more than
Good enough
My 2 cents –
This was the first song that I ever heard that had defined Queer undertones. I had always had the abusive relationship, so this song hit so hard the first time I heard it. The idea that music could talk openly about all of it. (I had been sheltered music wise before I heard this one…A Lot of Country and Hard Rock. Neither really tackle queer topics or rather did back then.) Nowadays queer representation in music is everywhere…but back when I first heard this song it was such a new thing.
Kids say the Strangest Stuff
By Patricia Harris
Why do we grow out
Of saying the most fun
Things that can come to mind?
Hurry up and save the toothbrush,
Avoid the trip to the planet
Made of stench and stinky feet…
Be made of turtles if you need to.
Why did you stop talking to
The monsters in the closet anyway?
Kids understand the world,
The wonders that keep it alive…
So though they say some of
The strangest things,
I think the kids see more than
Anyone else does in a lifetime.
*Poet’s note. This is absolutely inspired by my friend Jenny’s Dante. She messaged me three things that he said and it reminded me of the moments when my kids were little…and I realized that kids have a magic that we tend to forget by the time adulthood comes.
I try really hard to avoid the news.
It is not good for my mental health.
Yet…
34 felony counts and still allowed to be the republican nominee for president. He cannot even vote but he could be elected president?
40+ Anti trans bills – just in Missouri.
And that was just what filtered through social media.
There was more but I am trying to not bring others down to the level I am finding myself. I don’t like what humanity is becoming.
The urge to become the witch in the woods grows greater with each passing day.
So I have buried myself in books. Reading because I have been unable to write all week. Instead of Artsy fartsy thursday I think I will tell you about the three lovely books I have gotten to read recently.
Lyrics –
[Verse 1]
My entire childhood
I thought I had to hide who I was
I never let anybody see
I finally accept now
That some things never change
How your image will always matter more than me
I never really seem to measure up
I gave my all, but it’s just never good enough[Chorus]
But I’m your daughter, ain’t that enough
To be someone you’re proud of?
I tried my best
And yet you wish that I was different
And the reason why I always shut you out
Was because I felt like I let you down
If I continue this way I’m gonna break
I’m not the one who needs to change
[Verse 2]
I always used to hold back
Afraid that I’d be too much
‘Cause my whole life you taught me that I was
Afraid I was too wild
When in fact I was just a child
Who desperately wanted to be loved
So I chased the love from others
You never understood
But did it ever cross your mind that maybe they gave me what you never could?
[Chorus]
‘Cause being your daughter is not enough
To be someone you’re proud of
I tried my best
And yet you wish that I was different
And the reason why I always shut you out
Was because I felt like I let you down
If I continue this way I’m gonna break
I’m not the one who needs to change
[Bridge]
And I know my sexuality
Doesn’t go well with what you believe
And when I started in recovery
You became my worst enemy
It’s like I’m always almost good enough
It’s like I always almost measure up
But if I could then I would be the one that you want me to be
I just don’t see why
[Chorus]
Being your daughter is not enough
To be someone you’re proud of
I try my best
And yet you wish that I was different
And the reason why I always shut you out
Is because I know that I’ve let you down
If I continue this way I’m gonna break
I’m not the one who needs to change
My 2 cents –
This is Pride month. And though my own mother barely reacted when I came out of the closet, there was so many other reasons why I felt like I had disappointed her. And this song felt so much like someone understood. This month I plan on mostly hitting on the songs that fit the queer tags, but Like usual I try to also pop the ones in that feel like they give me something to say.
Building Walls
By Patricia Harris
Everyone is so busy building walls
that we forget the reasons why
we try to hide within.
Keeping your heart from feeling,
keeping it from breaking,
is safer than trying to live
don’t you know?
building walls in front of my dreams
stops the pain from ever entering,
it stops people from touching the tender places
that I can’t heal from the other hands
that left me broken.
Today I am going to be on the Owl Light network on their Unprinted pages reading Pip and Friends.
Being on shows like that makes me feel like such a celebrity. The show starts at 9pm est. Come cheer me on.
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