I have decided to share a poem from each of my volumes of poetry, including my w.i.p.
from A pocketful of poetry : Don’t blame me
from creative Juices : Creative Juices
From Sacks of Wit : Vibrations
From Word Play : Vocal
And lastly from my Wip….
Life Drops : Anxiety
Go find a wonderful poet and enjoy! Here is some of my favorite Poems and Poets.
There are many more, but these are some of my most favorite.
Dripping loosely
the juices flowing,
the muses kiss sending
random ideas to a
creative brain.
Stories & Poems,
Lyrics and verse.
Flowing free the words
both dark and light.
Wringing out the heart,
pouring loose the soul,
putting pen to paper
trying to fill that hole.
Nothing blocking the drain,
naught to hide the pain.
Beauty and joy,
hope and sadness,
Intermingling loosely
as ink wets the page.
You see the darkness
That has seeped into my soul,
And fear the same that
Resides within you.
Do not hold me to blame
For seeing what you
Dare not.
Explore yourself,
And see what lies within.
Embrace it all
And fear it not,
For no part of who you are
Is meant to frighten.
I speak what lies
Within the human soul,
Within the human heart.
Those words are torn from
Experience that was hardest won.
Do not hold me to blame
For seeing what you
Dare not.
When you walk along
The path that I was forced to crawl,
And hold your head to the sky,
When I could barely see into another’s eyes.
Do not think to judge that escape
That the truth has wrought.
For in this life the truth
Is the only tool that I was allowed.
Trying so hard
To spark the muse,
To get an inspire.
Brainstorming,
Planning,
So much i can’t see.
How do i pull this creativity
Out of me?
Searching the web
For the dreams
That others have spun.
To start a storm
Electrifying new places,
Starting ideas flowing.
Elusive muses failing
To provide even
The most simple idea.
I have been busy. Several of my books are coming out in Epub format. Bedtime tales is up in all the formats. And I have been putting some serious word time into almost all of my other W.I.P.’s . That is not counting doing the normal mom things and making jewelry. Plus this blog, some amatuer photography, and other social media activities. Not sure how I have managed all of it and still slept. However I may let things slow a bit this weekend. Burning the candle at both ends for too long will wear me out. Will post a link post later, with all the current books i have out and their various formats for ease of finding them.
I am debating which of the three I owe myself. I finally got back into writing. Published another Children’s book. (mind you I have been writing all along but not as much as I expected of myself.) then I went to check Nook press to see where i was in publishing all of what is already out on Nook…now mind you I have been so upset that my phone died that I didn’t see the blessing in disguise. I have been procrastinating. Instead of keeping it simple and just writing, I have been worrying about word counts and fancy apps to write on. So…I discovered that I had left one undone on Nook…and was far from done there. So Not only will Bedtime tales be going live (its already live on Kindle) but now word play will be available on Nook. I will be getting more up and try to update some links for you guys soon. And Regardless of what I owe myself…I owe you readers my butt being in gear.
So busy hurrying along,
Simple pleasures lost and gone.
Forgotten toys,
broken and gone.
Same question all along.
Can we play,
and have some fun?
Can we laugh,
Jump and run?
Whimsy competes
with hope and dream,
Pushing us to all that we can be.
Weary and tired,
as life draws us to the bone
leaving us looking for
Relief and joy.
In the heart of the poet,
Each moment in time.
written in verse
both loose and light.
darkness ebbs with the mind,
An overwhelming heart bound tide.
Lyrics touching deep within
singing the song,
of souls adrift
comforting
warping.
setting the mind
free to dream,
free to believe.
Distant memory
of words spoken in rhyme,
Iambic measure, Rhythm and time.
Pushing boundaries
Just to feel alive.
here i sit uncertain and alone,
Planning uncertainty
for so little is known.
Hearing the negative,
so loud inside my head,
Tossing and turning.
can’t go to bed.
Those who should praise me
Do naught but to doubt,
Those who should see me,
For them i am not really around.
Invisible and struggling.
Sinking when I should swim,
The ocean of doubt crashes within
The struggle about
Just trying to begin.
I know better than to hear
The darkness within
I know i am better than I ever
possibly have been.
Yet in the loneliness,
Deep in the night,
That is when the voice within
is hardest to fight,
when no one is there
to help fight it off.
no one is there to remind you
of the cost
After midnight,
Staring out the window.
Softly drifting white,
Covering all within my sights.
Hesitant to enjoy
Such a coldly pretty view,
For fear of embracing
Even something new.
Soft snoring emanating
From yet a few feet away,
Reminding me only
Of tomorrow’s busy day.
Asleep, should i be
Not starting through
A quiet, cold night,
Wondering what i might
Begin to plan and make.
