We had to translate Spenser to... something and then explain our choices.
Monday, January 23, 2012
LIT 103A - Paper #1
We had to translate Spenser to... something and then explain our choices.
Friday, February 4, 2011
My Kind of Poetry
fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou
You'reabitch
You'reabitch
You'reabitch
YEAAAAAAAAAAAA-UHHHHH!
(Written about nobody in particular. lolcrackedoutbrain.)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Lady of the Waves
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
You will succumb to my song
A bee attracted to honey
Become entangled in my web,
Pitiful insect.
Oh brave adventurer,
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
My eyes glimmer of the sea
Deep, blue, and all-consuming
Are they comforting your soul?
You're already under my control.
Oh brave adventurer,
man of the seas,
oh brave adventurer,
are you ready for me?
Skin of the oceans,
worn pebble-soft by only time,
Feel it, touch it, revel--
Your life shall be mine.
Not paying attention?
A little entranced, are we?
Oh dear, there goes your mind,
Your ship, your life, your time,
Nothing can tame me you see--
For I am a siren of the seas.
Stargazing
Could take us quite far,
We could explore the cosmos,
We could travel on a path of stardust
You've earned my trust.
Could you take me to the stars?
Could we visit Venus,
maybe fall in love,
And then venture to Mars?
Would you take me dancing among the galaxies?
If you did, I bet the heavens would sing,
Our own cosmic musical,
Now, wouldn't that be quite the thing?
Through a black hole we'd go,
where we'd end up - nobody would know.
It'd be just you and me--
and I'd love for you to see--
that this is the way
the universe
was meant to be.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Halloween
it's a little dark, a little creepy
a little spooky,
a little
eerie.
I'm ready for action - ready to make my move!
I'm waiting
waiting
to get into
my groove.
I am set free!
and I start to prowl,
I set out on my quest
to uncover leftovers of the night's conquests
I'm blinded by my signal,
the glorious full moon,
oh, I know I'll be there soon.
My mask fits just right
not too loose, nor too tight,
I'm the perfect criminal, the best theif
I'm a beast in the night
I'll steal your heart - then I'll feast.
I continue my venture over the furry terrain
Can you hear the soft pitter-patters of my feet?
'cause I'm tryin' to be discreet.
I'm tryin' to be silent
I'm tryin' to be sleek
For I am a bandit,
I'm no mink!
Arrival at last!
My loot, it is vast,
Shiny and crinkly,
oh it makes my eyes glimmer,
but hey, that's how it goes--
'cause I'm a bandit
and I'm always a winner!
Tastes like victory,
oh it's so sweet,
peanuts and caramel,
chocolate and nougat,
oh!
I believe
that my mission
is complete.
Listen to the Melody
Beat. Beat. Beat.
Can you feel that rhythm?
Can you feel it in your feet?
Are your toes dancing?
Are your fingertips prancing?
Can you? Can you? Can you?
Stop.
A minute.
Just listen,
Just breathe,
Close your mind,
Open your soul,
and just listen.
Listen to the melody,
The song within,
Listen to the melody,
Listen to each note's flawless flow,
Become enveloped in an ocean of sound,
Let the chords intertwine,
Let their waves crash into you,
Relax your mind.
Become one with the notes,
Become one with your own musical world,
Let it uplift you,
Let it carry you to the places
Where eyes are of no use.
Listen to the melody,
The song within,
Listen to the magic born,
Of only the human heart.
Close your eyes,
Embrace the harmonies,
And fade away.
Your symphony is calling.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Name - Ms. Hinkle
that fruit that hit Newton on the head,
The apple,
that fruit that is so unbelievably red,
it reminds me of Cordova - CHS
reminds me of the dear friends I've left.
Now there's one particular friend--
one crazy soul to compliment mine,
and I've not seen her in such a long time...
but hey!
This is where the apple comes in again,
it's on a spit,
sizzling and crackling, over a dancing flame.
That dance is how a friendship came to be.
Kinda neat, though I know it's hard to see.
and the apple,
even after it's smoldering waltz,
is still red
and it can still surely bruise Sir Issac's head.
but now,
the once soft skin,
the membrane encompassing the juices within,
is not so smooth, or thin.
Is a roasted apple still the same?
It sort of reeks of only
smoke and ash.
The once gentle crisp
now has a lisp.
Oh! The apple's speech is impaired!
Now, the skin is leather, a diminished red,
it resembles something like the top of a cowboy's head--
Now, the fresh crackles are gone -
the apple is dead.
The smell of sweet spring no longer exists--
and yet,
science,
still persists.
Cindy and I -
in compliance
murdered an apple
in the name of science.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Collage Poem
I will ask you this:
Can you spare a kiss?
Could you toss an embrace?
I'll be anything you ask and more
Oh! Darling,
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
and oh!
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Oh! Darling,
if you leave me,
I'll never make it alone,
and Darling,
This fear of lonely has got a hold on me,
So, Darling, I hope you see
by my broken phrases,
just how much you mean to me
My heart is under arrest again,
and I foresee no natural end
So Darling,
I'll live and I'll die
Hooked on you, my star,
and Darling,
I will be chasing your starlight
Until the end of my life.
Starlight - Muse
Undisclosed Desires - Muse
Oh! Darling - The Beatles
Semiotic Love - Blaqk Audio
Best of You - Foo Fighters
1901 - Phoenix
Death - White Lies
Repetition Poem
I laugh
I giggle
I glee
Then you notice me~
I'm confused
I'm shocked
I'm flattered
Then I agree~
Kiss.
Bliss.
Pause.
Think.
Think. Think. Think.
I frown
I cry
I'm scared
and I've got no idea as to why
I panic
I grow weak
No longer can I speak
Then it ends.
WOOSH.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Symphony of the Blue Roses
mystics do grow
they are blooms of a fantastical world
now tell me:
is there a reason
why
these dreams do not exist?
Oh blue roses,
on each petal hangs one of my hopes,
If you can be imagined
can you be created, can you be found?
Oh blue roses,
are you merely a fantasy,
a silly product of far too many daydreams?
Why is it that I cannot climb your stalks?
Each day,
I exhaust my strength,
I exhaust my mind,
I attempt to give life to my dreams,
I want nothing more than to see your petals,
soft and milky,
I want to see them whispering in the wind
whispering a sweet melody,
a melody of life, of love, of labor,
a melody of my world
I want to immerse myself in the symphony of the blue roses.
and so,
Each day,
I exhaust my strength,
I exhaust my mind,
I attempt to give life to my dreams,
and I'll be damned if I ever stop.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
In-Class Assignment #1 - Creative Writing
As joyous as puppies and cyanide
A poison that slithers into a soul
turning an optimist to a cynic
in only one night's whole
Alienation
As perplexing as the idea may be
A hypocrite I see
in a man who denies the experience
of the lonely
Alienation
A test for brittle hearts
A challenge for weak souls
Can a man survive
on his own?
OH!
Darling, I hope so.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My 80 Year Old Husband
Sometimes, he has no shame
A little noob,
A little goob,
but what a wonderful friend he can be
especially when we die killing a tree :]
Trey has been my buddy for a while... so since he reads this blog... this is a shout out to him!
Now off to beat him with my Holly Cane... bwahahahaha
Sunday, October 26, 2008
One of My Favorite Poems
Dancing
I wish I were dancing
Floating across the floor
He is wearing a suit
I, a gown
The music, sweet and melodious
Finds me twirling in a fantasy land
Filled with happiness
Laughter
Love
His warm embrace
Tickles my senses
And my heart surges forward
And then
As I am looking into his eyes
Searching every corner of his perfect soul
I stop
And realize that I'm not in a ballroom
Not in a gown
I'm just standing, staring into his eyes
And I'm dancing