Macabre Parade
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
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: http://www.sporadicity.com/flashfun/magneticpoetry.swf
and created:
Shiny sound I might hear
whisper yellow basking lust
madly fall happy in love
Poem for April 4th
Small child screaming.
“You shut up right now,” says mom.
Silence is golden.
Its World Rat Day
Yes 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
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.
Abbreviated
stop
no spot.
Left of full is left unfilled
thrill
on you.
Until I spill apart unglued.
Thick
No trick.
My mystery has come up quick
empty
and short.
April is National Poetry Month
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:
First April day,
day of All Fool’s
no fools here only
manic, manic morning
rushing hard ahead
another day.