Long Poems About Life As A Writer
#LifeAsAWriter
Once Upon A Death
On a distant mountain
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
There climbed a girl
Not quite yet woman
She watched and waited
For rocks to quit tumbling down
Before she took her cue
Fearless in her climb
Of a few impatient years
Too eager to know any better
Unprepared for the inevitable fall
When its plates shifted
Her grip began to slip
Cramping her fingers
Until the pain was too much to bear
She finally let go and
Embraced her death
Reborn when the time was right
And not a second sooner
Up she came, a woman now ...
#ShortStory
#LifeAsAWriter
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. until you see my ink
I ink, therefore iamb.”―Adrienne Gusoff
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
i am a little poem,
a cluster of impressive words
with wings that soar like happy birds
upon the winds that blow ‘em.
i wear a cunning guise
that sometimes hides, behind its text,
making some readers feel perplexed,
words only for the wise.
i am both speech and song,
full of the rhythm of the dance,
whose lines code meaning at a...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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She Loves Master Chapter 14 Part 3 of 15
#lust
#LifeAsAWriter
#passion #seductive
#passion #seductive
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the secret word
Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.”―Ann Aguirre
it comes from deep within a shell,
pressed closely to the ear,
whose music no one else can tell
but he who holds it dear.
i hear it in the ripple of
the gently flowing spring:
a word of patience and of love
...
it comes from deep within a shell,
pressed closely to the ear,
whose music no one else can tell
but he who holds it dear.
i hear it in the ripple of
the gently flowing spring:
a word of patience and of love
...
#secrets
#power
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
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Has-Tingings!
Off the beaten track
Away from reality
Twas here
That i first discovered
A different kind of normality
Quizzical, and curious
And full of strange things
Inspired a myriad
Of wild imaginings
Twas the last day of September
Or so i believed
That my wild imaginings
Were originally conceived
I danced the dance Fandango
Dressed up mto the hilt
I espied a flying Scotsman
Playing bagpipes
Whilst wearing a hempen kilt
He claimed to be an alien
From a far, and distant land
And oft spoke in a language ...
Away from reality
Twas here
That i first discovered
A different kind of normality
Quizzical, and curious
And full of strange things
Inspired a myriad
Of wild imaginings
Twas the last day of September
Or so i believed
That my wild imaginings
Were originally conceived
I danced the dance Fandango
Dressed up mto the hilt
I espied a flying Scotsman
Playing bagpipes
Whilst wearing a hempen kilt
He claimed to be an alien
From a far, and distant land
And oft spoke in a language ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#surreal
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the whispered word
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. Itwas
not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”—Judy Garland
the silence, still, is undisturbed,
when sotto voce tones
the wayward word has gently curbed,
before it jars the bones.
vexations to the spirit bear
the crudely contoured chasms
that bump and grind across the ear
like intellectual spasms.
...
not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”—Judy Garland
the silence, still, is undisturbed,
when sotto voce tones
the wayward word has gently curbed,
before it jars the bones.
vexations to the spirit bear
the crudely contoured chasms
that bump and grind across the ear
like intellectual spasms.
...
#relationships
#romantic
#peace
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
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Heart, Body, And Soul
kind of thinking, and reminiscing about the various psychologists, and psychiatrists i had to see during my transition. i told one, that i didn't feel as though i had any 'dysphoria', and that i know my label is a transwoman, but i said "that i feel as though i'm simply a woman, built with one digit to many!" a kind of unwanted +1!!!!😏 she wrote in her report, that she had no reservations in referring me, and that i was very colourful, with a good sense of humour! four plus years later, it's the best thing ive done, as i'm now finding myself, and being me. my brain is still...
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#transgender
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Dump Session
Here 'we' go again
Got these jagged thoughts
Runnin around like free radicals
Guess it's time for another
Lyrical sabbatical
It's a miracle isn't it?
How the Lord works
In mysterious ways?
Today i can see beyond the haze
Beyond the horizon
Sea her rising
My mystic muse..
She My sea Dragon
I her sand castle maker
Coulda been king
But played the joker far too long
{I hear Heath Ledger
whispering from the grave..}
Insanity is just like gravity
All it needs is a little...
Got these jagged thoughts
Runnin around like free radicals
Guess it's time for another
Lyrical sabbatical
It's a miracle isn't it?
How the Lord works
In mysterious ways?
Today i can see beyond the haze
Beyond the horizon
Sea her rising
My mystic muse..
She My sea Dragon
I her sand castle maker
Coulda been king
But played the joker far too long
{I hear Heath Ledger
whispering from the grave..}
Insanity is just like gravity
All it needs is a little...
#LifeAsAWriter
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In The Name Of....
it's a quest
a fantastic voyage
a pilgrimage
if you will
...
with pen in hand
i seek new avenues
of conveyance
with artistry as my
1st commandment
...
if it's not done with passion what's the point?
...
thus I
pursue passion with perspective
harness wisdom's perceptive eye
as I try to
translate the soul
ART-iculate the mind
dare the conscious
be bold
take chances
life can be ordinary...
a fantastic voyage
a pilgrimage
if you will
...
with pen in hand
i seek new avenues
of conveyance
with artistry as my
1st commandment
...
if it's not done with passion what's the point?
...
thus I
pursue passion with perspective
harness wisdom's perceptive eye
as I try to
translate the soul
ART-iculate the mind
dare the conscious
be bold
take chances
life can be ordinary...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Jemia et Juliet - Part Une
A clear azure blue sky
No clouds to cry
No wind, or zephyr breeze
No Aeolian Harp to please
An opaque blue, and gentle sea
A picture of calm tranquility
Whilst the sun produces a gentle haze
A gladdening warmth, in which to laze
Then before my very own eyes
A pirouetting fairy, dropped down from the sky
Beating wings, a myriad of sheens
As it lands upon my jeans
She then speaks in a whispering voice
About love, and laughter, with a lovely poise
She asks me to join her on her magical flight
To visit...
No clouds to cry
No wind, or zephyr breeze
No Aeolian Harp to please
An opaque blue, and gentle sea
A picture of calm tranquility
Whilst the sun produces a gentle haze
A gladdening warmth, in which to laze
Then before my very own eyes
A pirouetting fairy, dropped down from the sky
Beating wings, a myriad of sheens
As it lands upon my jeans
She then speaks in a whispering voice
About love, and laughter, with a lovely poise
She asks me to join her on her magical flight
To visit...
#love
#dreams
#fairies #LifeAsAWriter
#fairies #LifeAsAWriter
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The Trigger Poet
Finally!
I made it to an open mic poetry night
Before leaving
I said to myself
I hope someone reads a poem
about animal abuse
I love that sort of thing!
As do so many others
No, of course I didn't
But after the excellent featured poet,
and a number of good readings
including my own,
up to the mic comes
Cue music from Jaws
Trigger Poet
He's somewhere around fifty
Slim
Greyish hair and beard
Looks in need of refreshing
like his entire person needs to be ironed or steamed
...
I made it to an open mic poetry night
Before leaving
I said to myself
I hope someone reads a poem
about animal abuse
I love that sort of thing!
As do so many others
No, of course I didn't
But after the excellent featured poet,
and a number of good readings
including my own,
up to the mic comes
Cue music from Jaws
Trigger Poet
He's somewhere around fifty
Slim
Greyish hair and beard
Looks in need of refreshing
like his entire person needs to be ironed or steamed
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#emotions
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Apologia Miscellanea
#love
#romantic
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#reading
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