Macabre Parade

I’m not resisting my disgrace anymore,
falling down and crying on the floor
release this poison, let go of this pain
broken and hopeless, when will I feel whole again?

My body is broken, my mind not far behind
I wonder sometimes if I will make it out this time
The phone is ringing, a sound that I barely hear
Whoever is so far away, I need someone more near

I feel like I’m not human, just a puppet on a string
just moving to the motions of someone else’s dream.
I’ve lost my inner drummer, lost my special muse
I lost myself somewhere back when I came unglued.

Eventually I’ll stand up again, dusting myself off
I’ll drink a cup of coffee, maybe go out for a walk
Get ready for another day, another glass charade
marching to my missing drummer in my own macabre parade.

National Poetry Month Day 5

From a prompt today I wrote:

When life hands you lemons, consider
the taste of hot chocolate in winter
and in the summer how mother made
the cold cranberry lemonade.

Then for fun I started playing with:

and created:

Shiny sound I might hear
whisper yellow basking lust
madly fall happy in love

Poem for April 4th

Bad haiku for you:

Small child screaming.
“You shut up right now,” says mom.
Silence is golden.

Its World Rat Day

World Rat Day

On top of it being National Poetry Month, today was also WORLD RAT DAY!


And, because I’m the Crazy Rat Lady, only I would know that...right?

Due to the fact that I was lazy and have not edited the poem I wrote today, I will share with you instead a poem I DID NOT WRITE, but its about rats, and this is WORLD RAT DAY so......there.

Ode to a Rat
By: -JcsJanie (found online)

Always poking, always peeking,
Climbing, jumping, sometimes squeaking,
Twitching whiskers, cunning faces,
Hiding in the strangest places!
Nibbling here and napping there,
Always finds the time to spare
A fuzzy "kiss" upon my cheek.
Sometimes I wish that you could speak!
Bright eyes shining full of love,
A furry gift from up above.
Always glad to have me near.
Such a treasure! What a dear!
Folks can have their cats and dogs,
Horses, snakes, and even frogs.
For me you stand out from the rest.
No doubt about it- a RAT'S the best!

And if you like it here is a WHOLE PAGE OF RAT POETRY.

End Times

I had company most of yesterday evening, so the poetry writing didn’t happen till later, and then it got all thunderatious around here so I had to log off the computer.

So here is yesterdays poem:

End Times

It is how they have always said would be done,
signs are now showing that end times have come.

Perhaps, in fact, the truths have always lied,
the end times have already passed on by

The world was found wanting in every land
so even the faithful were left in the sand.

There is waiting and wanting and prayer for the end,
but perhaps its not coming, not ever again.


There is a strange and empty hollow
no spot.
Left of full is left unfilled
on you.
Until I spill apart unglued.
No trick.
My mystery has come up quick
and short.

April is National Poetry Month

So says

National Poetry Month FAQ

and the all mighty Wikipedia

I’ve decided to try a NaPoWriMo (because the world needs more WriMo’s in it.) And write a poem a day, every day, for April.

Granted, my poetic skills are weak, but it’s the thought that counts, right? Plus I’ll be getting practice.

Todays offering is:

April 1st

First April day,
day of All Fool’s
no fools here only
manic, manic morning
rushing hard ahead
another day.