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Tucker08087's JournalUh oh. Another one started.
Apparently, my creative side is pissed!
So far, in response to an excellent tweet, this just tumbled out...
Every time I’m on the brink
You pull me back so I don’t sink
The lies, so dead, begin to stink
I’d like to buy the truth a drink.
I’m hoping this one will be more subtle. I’ll post back if it comes out fairly well.
Didn't mean to make this a Corona Virus thing...
I wanted it to be vague enough to read it in several ways. I’ll keep trying that, but this is what came out. I start with something small: a word, a thought, a phrase, and then just let it flow. I allow it to have a mind of its own. Nothing spoils my poetry more than assuming I’m smarter than it. So here’s where I ended up...
My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
Go ahead and tell your lies
While the common man just dies
Doctor, can you see me?
This pain, Lord, can you free me?
They said it wasn’t real
But that’s not how I feel
Preacher, can you save me
My own beliefs betrayed me
The righteous path to follow
Now seems too fake to swallow
My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
It’s so clear that you lied
My neighbor, the “patriot,” just died
My family, please forgive me
It was just reality TV
It turned right on a dime
I’ve squandered all our time
Journalists, you knew it
Looked away and blew it
You’re coughing but it’s too late
It’s hate, it’s fate, it’s just click-bait
My fury did have bounds
I’m buried in the ground
You’re left to deal with lies
And the cries
While someone else slowly dies
Maybe a stupid question....?🤷🏼♀️
My son just turned 17. He works part time at McDonalds. He went in on Sunday and said he would like a leave of absence because I’m on chemo and my mom lives with us (She’s 80s), and because we are both high risk for the Corona Virus, he feared bringing it home. The manager convinced him to come in once a week to do things like cleaning and inventory-no contact with money or people. He said yes, because he felt badly. Everyone else was quitting. My oncologist said he should change in the garage, toss his clothes in the washing machine and immediately take a shower when he gets home. The virus lives on our skin and clothing. My son was upset. He doesn’t want to be responsible for killing either of us.
Today the governor closed “all eateries and pubs.” McDonald’s says this is not them. My son says it is. What do you think? His next shift is 5 days away. I think it should be more understood by then, but any thoughts? Is fast food an “eatery?” Seems like it should be.
Would love help with a title for this!
Any suggestions?
Again, it’s written as song lyrics, so there is repetition, but I may keep it this way to use as a stand-alone piece of poetry. Thoughts on that would also be appreciated! 💕🎶
Just what is your problem now
What do you want from me
You’re blaming me for all your woes
Full of rage and jealousy
What the hell is going on
And who the hell are you
Point that finger in my face
Four more point back at you
I’m not special, but certainly I try
I’m a sinner. I’m vain and sometimes lie
I’m not perfect, though I try to be
I’m not God. Don’t even play Him on TV
What exactly is your issue
That you spew names and insults
Do you think that I’m that mighty
Is this some new crazy kind of cult
You think that I’ve got super powers
Responsible for centuries of wars
You even blame me for the weather.
Tell me, did I kill the dinosaurs?
I’m not special, but certainly I try
I’m not perfect. I even curse and cry
I’m no angel, though I try to be
I’m not God. Don’t even play Him on TV
So what is your malfunction
What the hell did I do now
To make you think that your mistakes
Are all my fault somehow
I’m not that special, hard as I may try
I’m a sinner, I envy and I lie
Nobody’s perfect, your example’s plain to see
I’m not God. Don’t even play Him on TV.
Damn it all to hell and back
Have mercy, glory be
I try to walk a narrow path
But I’m not God.
Good Lord!
Don’t even play Him on TV!
My Favorite by Poe: Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Absolution
I wrote this to be song lyrics, but the chorus could be cut, and the ending removed to make it straight poetry.
I started out confused
then quickly moved to fear
I moved right onto anger
Then dissolved into my tears
Then somewhere out of nowhere
When everything turned numb
I didn’t see it coming
But healing had begun
Because that hatred
Really eats you up inside
And emotions
Roll in and out like tides
But compassion
It survives quite well with pride
And absolution
Never takes a side
Now in my memories
I still can see your face
I hear your laughter
And know you’re touched by grace
You know that charity
They say begins at home
And yet forgiveness
Is often found alone
Because self-hatred
Really eats you up inside
And human frailties
Are just too big to hide
But compassion
It survives quite well with pride
And absolution
Never takes a side
Don’t let emotions
Mix up how you feel
Don’t let the numbness
Erase what once was real
You know forgiveness
Doesn’t mean you don’t have pride
And absolution
It never takes a side
And compassion
It heals you from within
Cast the first stone
If you have never sinned
Or let the light in
And let it be your guide
Cause absolution
It never take a side
Those tears you cried?
Just let ‘em ride
Cause Absolution
Never takes a side
Let it ride
Oh, let it ride
Absolution
It never takes a side
For Cody
I wrote this for my nephew/Godson who was hit by a drunk driver while riding his bike two days after his 15th birthday. He was brain dead at impact, which I didn’t know when the first responders called me by running down names in his cell phone trying to find someone to meet them at the hospital. I guess he had me listed as Aunt Kristin, so I was toward the top. They kept him on life support for about 6 hours to harvest his organs, something that does still bring us comfort. To be honest, he was a troubled young man, but had become an incredibly gifted drummer and was to attend a performing arts high school that September. He had played with several really famous bands. (I actually forget all of them but I know KISS sent a giant flower arrangement. I have pictures of him with the bands, but that’s not really the point.) Anyway, I don’t love the rhythm of this, but it’s an emotional subject for me. Any suggestions would be welcome.
On a hot, hazy, lazy summer day
You rode off, head back, laughing and went away
Your life, so fragile, had only just begun
But you, destined for stardom, rode straight into the sun
Our tears ran slowly from our aching eyes
You were far too young to leave our sides
We’re just mortals, frozen, standing on the ground
Mourning, Aching to feel your presence around
When the winds whip and the thunder roars
Is that you drumming with the angels for the Lord
Do your sticks still fly but now through heavenly air
So here on earth your music can be shared
Can you see us, out there, wherever you are
Is that you, shining bright, from that shooting star
Is it peaceful and happy far away from us there
Can you hear us, when we talk to you, in our prayers
Maybe you were just too good for this earth
Nothing can compare now to what you were worth
Left to rant and rave, its crazy but it’s true
I thought, somehow, the music would save you
When the winds whip and the thunder roars
Is that you drumming with the angels for the Lord
When the winds rest and the sun shines on for miles
We know you were sent as a gift for just a while
The music and memories you left here make us smile
We’ll see you in a while
Until then, we’ll think of you and smile
And see you in a while
Listen
I made this poem into a song, as well. People have said it’s sad, but I think it’s empowering. And I think, with music, it will be a damn good song. I think of it as a kind of #metoo song.
When the dreams come
Even during the day
Then it’s time to
Pack those memories away
Keep your back up
Like you can’t fall
If it’s you
Just go numb
Feel nothing at all
The pain , I know, is crippling
It’ll eat you up alive
Don’t you allow it
Listen to me now
I know you’ll survive
Don’t show emotion
Don’t even let them in
Never cry
Because that’s how they win
When the dreams come
In the dead of night
Just remind yourself
You put up one hell of a fight
They’ll point fingers
Don’t rub your wounds with their salt
They’ll try to place blame
But listen to me now
This was not your fault
The pain , I know, is crippling
It’ll eat you up alive
Don’t you allow it
Listen to me now
I know you’ll survive
I stand with you
I grieve with you
But most of all, know
I believe you
The pain, I know, is crippling
But you’ve already arrived
The tides of change are rippling
You’ve already survived
Listen to me now
Listen to me now
Listen
You don’t have to despair
That your soul won’t repair
Because you’re
You’re already there.
I Found You
I turned this poem into a country song. My husband passed away and I moved back to New Jersey from Tennessee. (There are quite a few poems/songs about my husband, and that’s a long, sad story, but this is about my current life partner.) There’s no hidden meaning. It pretty much tells our story, except I never went to a fortune teller. That part is poetic justice. By the way, this wonderful man has asked me to marry him 3 times. I have two rings, which I wear. He didn’t bother buying a third. But the song made him cry. (In a good way.)
Those Tennessee skies looked mighty blue
I’m my rear view mirror that day
Over 900 miles of highway driving
To try to make my get-away
Fortune teller said I’d find my
True love in just a few
I laughed because I wasn’t looking
But somehow I saw you
I told my girlfriends not to bother
Trying to Set up a blind date
If some poor fellow was really that smitten
He’d be in for a mighty long wait
Didn’t want those dating apps
Or even a candlelight dinner for two
Just searching for some peace and quiet
But somehow I found you
You volunteered to paint my room
And help me to unpack
You even bought me dinner
But expected nothing back
Didn’t know that men existed
Who are gentle, caring and true
Alarming that there’s no Price Charming
But I found a prince in you
I still cant take that great big step
Not ready to say I do
But every time I lose my way
I turn around and there’s you
That Jersey sunshine speckles the ocean
Like stars twinkling on the blue
And I never thought I’d see such beauty
Then turn around and I see you
You took a broken, fragile heart
And nurtured it back to new
You said you knew it from the start
But I’m so, so grateful that I found you.
Free
On earth, it seemed
But then, not so
For air and soil
Could not let go
And life, so weak
Can pull and strain
And master over
Strength and pain
So now, release
And soar with Love
And watch with care
From high above
For now, it seems
You’re truly free
No longer bound
To earth
Or me
Profile Information
Name: KristinGender: Female
Hometown: Little Egg Harbor, NJ Coastal South Jersey
Home country: United States of America
Current location: Little Egg Harbor, NJ
Member since: Thu Mar 22, 2018, 09:39 PM
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