By the dagger and the hangman / Sat a little loathsome queen…
Ode to a vile, beautiful mistress. Shakespeare’s women, / (Part 2)
Swirling deeper and deeper into a place now; so comfortable so familiar. I am home. I know that I am smiling, even though I don’t conscio…
This is about blending body mind and spirit and transporting to another level of consciousness.
She’s a Bubble Lady, she tells us. Can’t leave the house or come into contact with pesticides or any sort of chemicals.
Hair long draping her breasts
A young boy comes of age when sparks of passion confound his mind, body with the eternal sin he will encounter – real and unreal. Is an erotic dream a sin?
Trapped between worlds
Endless hot cuppas in bone china, steaming…
Poem I wrote 2 years ago when my creative surges were running in all formats
I breathe out and into you. / Crystalline / Harsh
This is written from this mornings weather and my sights from working up country on my sisters farm.
You’re thin, like a shadow dried up
At this point the only thing to do is to hope the stain will spread until we can’t even remember what the white looked like.
never-ceasing / a craving / for fortune / recognition / driven / by ambition / and the call / of the fame / that i long for
A poem about ambition, and my desire to achieve. This is what defines me, who I am: my desire for the fame. Inspired by the song “The Fame” by Lady GaGa. Written 15 April 2009. I can’t help myself / I’m addicted to a life of material / It’s some kind of joke / I’m obsessively opposed to the typical All we care about is / Runway models, cadillacs and liquor bottles / Give me something, i wanna be / Retro glamour, hollywood, yes we live for the Fame, doin’ it for the fame / ‘cause we wanna live the life / Of the rich and famous / Fame, doin’ it for the fame / ‘cause we gotta taste for champagne / And endless fortune Fame, fame baby / The fame, fame / We live for the fame, fame baby / The fame, fame / Isn’t it a shame, shame baby / A shame, shame / In it for the fame, fame baby / The fame, fame
eyeliner and cigarettes / brittle laughter / like breaking glass / lipstick, vinyl and lights: / fake smiles / are in fashion tonight
A poem about a chance meeting in a nightclub. Inspired by the song “Starstruck” by Lady GaGa. Written 19 April 2009. Featured in WMG, The Word Tree, Core [C.O.R.E] and On Youth. Rollin up to the club on the weekend / Stylin’ out to the beat that you’re freakin / Fantasize on the track that you’re tweakin’ blow my heart up / Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader / Run it back with original flavor / Cue me up on the twelve on your table I’m so starstruck So starstruck / Baby could you blow my heart up? / So starstruck / Baby could you blow my heart up? / I’m so starstruck A collaboration with , and dedicated to, mon amie, Erika /
false as water / smooth as glass / faux feeling behind / a false façade
Written 28 April 2009. Thank you to my friend and fellow Bubbler, Jane, who provided some of the inspiration for this poem. Inspired by the song “Poker Face”, by La GaGa.
She had considered killing him. A quick karate chop right in the middle of his forehead, which would split brain and skull in two, she im…
Written solely to take my mind off things a bit. Some of you know what things, and some of you don’t. Live with it! (grin) The intent is feminine, and the feminine is very intent. Live with that, too. It’s all about feeling. ..................................................................... At 8:10 am, on July 7, 2009 I found out this has been (is being) featured in Feminine Intent; as witnessed by the notice on my comments that says so!
The extra large moon dazzles your mind; / And you don’t even sense the gaping hole behind; / But then you’re lulled to peace again; / While …
Original version scratched rapidly while inspiration grabbed me, but desparately need editing/rewriting. / Will use this poem as an example for the rewriting lesson for my students. The finished product will be posted here next. Thank you; As with everything on my site brutal commentary is eagerly requested from ALL members and non-members! See my work rewriting/editing demonstrated for this work; and the edited version when complete as an example for my students of the importance of rewriting. Check back here for links to the related works.
I can be like an angel / from heaven sent from above / but don’t try to hurt me / or you’ll feel the sting of my claws. /
.. we all have an affinity we can relate to , don’t we? Since I am an insomniac and I can relate to the moon, the stars, vampires, werewolves and owls, I thought about the tiger and the cat who are really night creatures like myself. I was up practically all night writing my affinity with the tiger and the cat and how my transformation takes place just as in real life I become full awake comes night fall. This was done for a challenge at the group Lifeline
A mere mortal like me, / Will never be free, / Of my Lady’s glacial burning embrace!
I wrote this on the cuff the other night for a dear friend, then when I re-read it I thought it was good enough for my RB site….
Under cover of darkness the packs’ journey loudly calls / howling in the moonlight, while She-Wolf magic enthralls A clan of protection…
Inspired by Earthmonster’s image and a collaboration unfolds… Dances with Wolves
Beyond the black icy depths of the sea, in the core, an evolved civilization unknown to mankind has thrived for millions of years.
Twisted Tales Star Twister #56 prompt -deal / My thanks for using this amazing art work, Ladies of the Sea was created by LoneAngel / Please take a look at her work, it is incredible!
Lady sitting at the bar, / baubles draped upon her breast, / wringing hands, clutching dress / twisting her many rings; she waits, / for w…
leaving the cave only gets you so far…predisposition usually finds its way home.
There are no happy endings here. In this unraveling space, / her heart beats itself forgotten / in a tired mist, / of gone days. Her t…
This is the sequel to my poem: The Lady, that many of you asked for. / Forgive me. / I know you probably wanted her happy ending, or rather, an ending with love on earth. But for her, her happy ending came afterwards…say sorry…life can only be Truth. / This was The Lady’s truth. :)
What time do they close the gate? / I know that the plane won’t wait / I wanted to buy duty free / but I can’t move til I’ve had a pee!
I get so mad, whenever I go anywhere busy…... I have to decide …now do I want a drink or a sit down?.....or a pee!!! / There is always a queue for the ladies loo!! / :o) / 22 10 09 Featured by All Things Poetic, Artistic and Philosophical – 27th Oct 2009 / MCN:C2EQ7-3Y8XS-43GPL
From her slumbers she awakes to the confusion of a new day, / caught in the world of in betweens. / For the sake of her sanity / she looks a…
A dream, a love, a life.. a question only you can answer when you read it for yourself ;) Partly inspired by Jacqleen stunning mask portrait series
Generous Heart leads to Generous Mind. I will show you the path of the Gentle Warrior, Modest, loving, innocent, mercifully kind.”
Each Who Sings Now? poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; tree, stone, animal, plant, etc. All Our Relations are still willing to teach anyone willing to gratefully listen. Nothing is ever truly lost as long as there is still someone willing to look for it. Can you guess who is singing?
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