When Courage
enters
the space
Fear
bows down
and hides her face
Rise my
child
it's time to fight
For out of
darkness
there must come light
Here, she beckons
face the glass.
Fear let out a tiny gasp
Honesty
is your sword
First take stock,
and then
move forward
From this place
devise a plan
Steady girl,
I know you can.
With open eyes
in comes the light
just ask the
stars, who
guard the night
Take this
compass
I call it Clarity
These ingredients
will serve you
well
Stand tall
my darling
and break the spell.
A.S.
06/17/09
A.S.
6/17/09
Poetry, spoken word, maybe even general musings about my life or my observations about the world and beyond. I find that when I write a poem a day it's like therapy for my soul. Being a performance artist and a lone wolf, it's nice to know someone out there reads them, makes me feel acknowledged, maybe it even touches you and makes you think.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Rantings
Burnt toast
artificial
skin
haunting
day glow
teeth
fifty
dollar
torn tee
do something
more with
your
disposable
income
please
A.S.
6/14/09
artificial
skin
haunting
day glow
teeth
fifty
dollar
torn tee
do something
more with
your
disposable
income
please
A.S.
6/14/09
Sunday, June 14, 2009
One Choice
Two young boys
play around
peering into
my windows
treating my cottage
like a doll house
My wheels
grind gravel
they turn
and freeze
tow haired deer
caught in headlights
I ask nonchalantly
did you find your helmet?
I saw it behind
my chair
beside the pink flowers
This morning I knew
I had spies in my midst
Yes, Amy...
they call me by name
I wonder should I have
introduced myself
as Miss Summers
Ms. Summers perhaps
would invoke more fear
Did you put
this rock in my path?
No, Yes the braver
of the two answers
waiting, hoping for
some gossip
to bring home
to his Grandmother
he hopes to invoke
some sign of impatience
Will you help me
move it? I ask calmly
I can't lift it
I have a bad arm
I flash them
my scar
hoping to elicit some
pity or mercy
Can we come in
and see your place?
The No boy asks
as Yes boy rolls the rock
We already seen it
the Yes boy admonishes
Their drunk Uncle
lived here before
he was evicted
his stale cigarette smoke
lingers behind the
fresh paint.
I'm tired, I tell them
Maybe another time
The house is too messy
I add for good measure
not really caring if
it is believable.
Thanks buds
I say
remembering that
one of them is called
Trever, or Travis.
I need to go in now
and feed Leroy.
Whose Leroy?
The No boy asks
It's her indoor cat
Yes boy offers.
I unlock the door
and they follow me
onto the porch
I close the door
behind me
They stand in the driveway
exhilarated
Not old enough
to disguise their
spying well
I pat Leroy's belly
Next time maybe
I'll let them come in
I pause, but they'll
have to remove their
muddy shoes.
Suddenly I see
myself alone
at ninety
offering the neighbor boys
cookies in exchange for
their youthful smiles
and endless questions
What price happiness?
One choice can effect
so much.
A.S.
6/13/09
play around
peering into
my windows
treating my cottage
like a doll house
My wheels
grind gravel
they turn
and freeze
tow haired deer
caught in headlights
I ask nonchalantly
did you find your helmet?
I saw it behind
my chair
beside the pink flowers
This morning I knew
I had spies in my midst
Yes, Amy...
they call me by name
I wonder should I have
introduced myself
as Miss Summers
Ms. Summers perhaps
would invoke more fear
Did you put
this rock in my path?
No, Yes the braver
of the two answers
waiting, hoping for
some gossip
to bring home
to his Grandmother
he hopes to invoke
some sign of impatience
Will you help me
move it? I ask calmly
I can't lift it
I have a bad arm
I flash them
my scar
hoping to elicit some
pity or mercy
Can we come in
and see your place?
The No boy asks
as Yes boy rolls the rock
We already seen it
the Yes boy admonishes
Their drunk Uncle
lived here before
he was evicted
his stale cigarette smoke
lingers behind the
fresh paint.
I'm tired, I tell them
Maybe another time
The house is too messy
I add for good measure
not really caring if
it is believable.
Thanks buds
I say
remembering that
one of them is called
Trever, or Travis.
I need to go in now
and feed Leroy.
Whose Leroy?
The No boy asks
It's her indoor cat
Yes boy offers.
I unlock the door
and they follow me
onto the porch
I close the door
behind me
They stand in the driveway
exhilarated
Not old enough
to disguise their
spying well
I pat Leroy's belly
Next time maybe
I'll let them come in
I pause, but they'll
have to remove their
muddy shoes.
Suddenly I see
myself alone
at ninety
offering the neighbor boys
cookies in exchange for
their youthful smiles
and endless questions
What price happiness?
One choice can effect
so much.
A.S.
6/13/09
Off the Books
It's in the bones
a stiffness
Perhaps if I
were like you
Trust fund
days open like
a fan
There would be
more breath
A lithe spirit
Me, I'm
bogged down
by the weight
of carrying
someone else's
dreams
for fifteen dollars
an hour
off the books.
A.S.
06/13/09
a stiffness
Perhaps if I
were like you
Trust fund
days open like
a fan
There would be
more breath
A lithe spirit
Me, I'm
bogged down
by the weight
of carrying
someone else's
dreams
for fifteen dollars
an hour
off the books.
A.S.
06/13/09
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Worry Doll
and those are
my fears...
I whisper into
the worry doll's ear
She is charged
with listening
and then carrying
my burdens for me
Did I make you
my worry doll?
through encrypted
messages
decipher my fears
my history a
bottomless pit
Too steep to climb
What a charge
to carry so much
sorrow
How heavy
it must have
been
Not knowing
where to put
it down
You carried
it upon your
back
Perhaps we
could have
dug a hole
built a nest
fueled a fire
put it to rest.
A.S.
6/13/09
my fears...
I whisper into
the worry doll's ear
She is charged
with listening
and then carrying
my burdens for me
Did I make you
my worry doll?
through encrypted
messages
decipher my fears
my history a
bottomless pit
Too steep to climb
What a charge
to carry so much
sorrow
How heavy
it must have
been
Not knowing
where to put
it down
You carried
it upon your
back
Perhaps we
could have
dug a hole
built a nest
fueled a fire
put it to rest.
A.S.
6/13/09
No Such Necklace
His eyes
on her hands
as they
open the
case which holds
the necklace
with two
interconnected
hearts
I ask
May I help
you with that?
Even-though
I know she
is capable
He offers
she is just
looking
and preens
her like a
bird pulling
a seed from
the center of
a flower
from her
hair
I persist
You can try it
on if you'd like
she smiles
back at me
and takes
the necklace
from the pins
which hold it
He fastens it
around her
delicate neck
She is petite
while he stands
like a redwood
towering over
her
Each movement
of his limbs
a serenade
It suits you
I say
Get it
he cajoles
No, she says
smiling at
me
I know why
She already
has it
Two connecting
hearts
The bell on
the door
blesses them
as they walk into
the light
I have no
such necklace.
A.S.
6/13/09
on her hands
as they
open the
case which holds
the necklace
with two
interconnected
hearts
I ask
May I help
you with that?
Even-though
I know she
is capable
He offers
she is just
looking
and preens
her like a
bird pulling
a seed from
the center of
a flower
from her
hair
I persist
You can try it
on if you'd like
she smiles
back at me
and takes
the necklace
from the pins
which hold it
He fastens it
around her
delicate neck
She is petite
while he stands
like a redwood
towering over
her
Each movement
of his limbs
a serenade
It suits you
I say
Get it
he cajoles
No, she says
smiling at
me
I know why
She already
has it
Two connecting
hearts
The bell on
the door
blesses them
as they walk into
the light
I have no
such necklace.
A.S.
6/13/09
Poet in the Woods
If a poet
read her poem
in the woods
and nobody
hears her
is she really
here at all?
A.S.
6/13/09
read her poem
in the woods
and nobody
hears her
is she really
here at all?
A.S.
6/13/09
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A Dash of Dill
A dash of
dill weed
Who else
would
offer
this simple
kindness?
Fresh cherries
grace my lunch sack
Time to
sip fresh
coffee before
I go
into the world
alone again
I hold
my own hand.
A.S.
06/11/09
dill weed
Who else
would
offer
this simple
kindness?
Fresh cherries
grace my lunch sack
Time to
sip fresh
coffee before
I go
into the world
alone again
I hold
my own hand.
A.S.
06/11/09
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
3 short poems including "Astral Cat:"
To Ask
To ask
for what
I want
without
attachment
to outcome
yields
sweet
surprises.
A.S.
06/10/09
My Crazy Garden
I'm a crazy
garden
of wild flowers.
A.S.
6/10/09
Astral Cat
Paw prints
on the roof
Bast Cat
bats her
cosmic egg
I keep her
brother
prisoner
in my cottage
by the forest
where he
looks out
upon the trees.
He grins
at me
I am not a prisoner
Mama
The body is
but a shell
The wind rustles
the leaves
he dances with
nature
without
leaving the sill.
A.S.
06/10/09
To ask
for what
I want
without
attachment
to outcome
yields
sweet
surprises.
A.S.
06/10/09
My Crazy Garden
I'm a crazy
garden
of wild flowers.
A.S.
6/10/09
Astral Cat
Paw prints
on the roof
Bast Cat
bats her
cosmic egg
I keep her
brother
prisoner
in my cottage
by the forest
where he
looks out
upon the trees.
He grins
at me
I am not a prisoner
Mama
The body is
but a shell
The wind rustles
the leaves
he dances with
nature
without
leaving the sill.
A.S.
06/10/09
Monday, June 8, 2009
My Fate Your Palms
You never
knew
how you
held
my fate
in your
palms
I never
told you.
Internally
I waited
for you
to massage
my heart
back to beating
in rhythm
with your own.
Harmonic
convergence
of souls...
How silly
of me
to expect
miracles
A.S.
6/7/09
knew
how you
held
my fate
in your
palms
I never
told you.
Internally
I waited
for you
to massage
my heart
back to beating
in rhythm
with your own.
Harmonic
convergence
of souls...
How silly
of me
to expect
miracles
A.S.
6/7/09
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Emotional Bypass
Serrated edges
catch things
so it seems
So rich
clogged up
with possibilities
Tired of talking
eye to eye
head to head
Smooth stones
allow water to
soothe
without
making
a sound
A.S.
6/7/09
catch things
so it seems
So rich
clogged up
with possibilities
Tired of talking
eye to eye
head to head
Smooth stones
allow water to
soothe
without
making
a sound
A.S.
6/7/09
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Humili-tea
Hones-tea
a pinch of
candor
extract of
truth
sans the guilt
too bitter
spoils the
potion
best drank
with
friends
who prefer
organic
products
A.S.
6/6/09
a pinch of
candor
extract of
truth
sans the guilt
too bitter
spoils the
potion
best drank
with
friends
who prefer
organic
products
A.S.
6/6/09
Friday, June 5, 2009
Coiled
Shrinking
sinking
feeling
coiled
never
striking
now at
last you
return
only to
reveal
your child
your wife
has
usurped
my throne
made of
lofty dreams
it scatters
feathers
which make
most
chuckle
except
for me.
A.S.
6/5/09
sinking
feeling
coiled
never
striking
now at
last you
return
only to
reveal
your child
your wife
has
usurped
my throne
made of
lofty dreams
it scatters
feathers
which make
most
chuckle
except
for me.
A.S.
6/5/09
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Choppy Waters
contagious
thoughts
multiply
Ten of swords
never turn them
inward
Tara stands
facing mountains
New beginnings
Alone in my boat
with my swords
learning how
to wield them
while not
upsetting
the balance
A.S.
6/4/09
thoughts
multiply
Ten of swords
never turn them
inward
Tara stands
facing mountains
New beginnings
Alone in my boat
with my swords
learning how
to wield them
while not
upsetting
the balance
A.S.
6/4/09
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The What If's
Hey you
slow down
Translator, Here!
Who are they?
They're What If's
My goodness
how odd
Hair glows
of fungus
Be careful
they rob
Moon Boots
made of magnets
They'll pull you
right in
They're cunning
the What If's
Why, they're building
a camp
Burn the fields
if you have to
Trust me
they're tramps
A.S.
6/3/09
slow down
Translator, Here!
Who are they?
They're What If's
My goodness
how odd
Hair glows
of fungus
Be careful
they rob
Moon Boots
made of magnets
They'll pull you
right in
They're cunning
the What If's
Why, they're building
a camp
Burn the fields
if you have to
Trust me
they're tramps
A.S.
6/3/09
Pulsing
Illuminated hand
grasps for
elusive muscle
cavernous hole
misplaced keys
i could see
but this,
How could
a light-worker
lose her heart?
Maybe it reabsorbed
from lack of use
Perhaps a match,
foggy lenses
there's an echo
so cold
yodel
couldn't help it
the acoustics
Hel-lo
any body in here?
Hmmm maybe it's
these bandages,
Uncoil them
from my eyes
ahhh now
what's this?
why it's me
all tangled up
in nots
have not
want not
why not?
a bakers
string knotted
round my core
hand roped behind
my back
I am knitting
a prayer shawl
with my fears
unravel this mess
maybe underneath
all this sinew
it waits for me
pulsing
A.S.
6/3/09
grasps for
elusive muscle
cavernous hole
misplaced keys
i could see
but this,
How could
a light-worker
lose her heart?
Maybe it reabsorbed
from lack of use
Perhaps a match,
foggy lenses
there's an echo
so cold
yodel
couldn't help it
the acoustics
Hel-lo
any body in here?
Hmmm maybe it's
these bandages,
Uncoil them
from my eyes
ahhh now
what's this?
why it's me
all tangled up
in nots
have not
want not
why not?
a bakers
string knotted
round my core
hand roped behind
my back
I am knitting
a prayer shawl
with my fears
unravel this mess
maybe underneath
all this sinew
it waits for me
pulsing
A.S.
6/3/09
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Chipped Tooth
Enamel worn away
each tooth
a prayer flag
body barks
limbs play
concerto in B minor
Each day
closer to the dirt
Seismic grumbling
caught between
elements
floating best remedy
moved away
my yesterdays
present for tomorrows
A.S.
6/2/09
each tooth
a prayer flag
body barks
limbs play
concerto in B minor
Each day
closer to the dirt
Seismic grumbling
caught between
elements
floating best remedy
moved away
my yesterdays
present for tomorrows
A.S.
6/2/09
Monday, June 1, 2009
Love Mutiny
Love Mutiny
Telescopic Scrutiny
Turn the lens
Try to Focus
Blind Dissection
is Hocus Pocus
Raise the veil
Disturb the matter
tidal wave
climb the ladder.
Telescopic Scrutiny
Turn the lens
Try to Focus
Blind Dissection
is Hocus Pocus
Raise the veil
Disturb the matter
tidal wave
climb the ladder.
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