Category Archives: Poems

Dear God, please let me fail

Dear God, please let me fail
she prayed
for she was perfect
and she knew it
she even felt remorse
for feeling no pride

Dear God, please let me fail
she prayed
she was perfect, she knew it
she felt remorse
for feeling no pride

God granted her wish
and told her off
for avarice

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Unpleasantness

The child didn’t understand their fascination for horror films
No matter how much blood was spilled
how loud the chains saws roared
how many dead walked
– its nightmares were far more scary

The child didn’t understand their fascination for love stories
All those misunderstandings
endless insecurities
plot twists
could not hide the fact that no one lives happily ever after

The child didn’t understand their fascination for manga
the senseless maiming and killing
the sexual violence
the torture
was never more brutal than normal/daily life abandonment

Extremely rare phenomenon

Having a wonderful
morning – I will not waste that
by doing a syllable count

During #NaPoWriMo I wrote a poem about my usual mornings. They’re a struggle. I have heard people talking about having a nice morning -my partner for example seems to have them almost everyday- but I didn’t really have a clue what they meant. Until today. I had a nice morning. I want to shout it from the roof tops! And I will not waste the feeling by trying to write a good poem about it 🙂

If you don’t have a clue how I normally feel in the mornings, watch this video. Bettye LaVette took this song and turned it into something raw.

I wanna thank you

How do you say thank you
to people who’ve given so much
when you’re supposed to poet
but get stuck on gratefulness?

How do you say thank you
for all the prompts
words, images, forms suggested
and the invitation to ignore them at want?

How do you say thank you
for the poems you got to read
that touched your heart
touched your soul
made you smile?

How do you say thank you
for darkness bared
hopelessness shared
feeling shaken
and stirred?

How do you say thank you
for being read, receiving comments
feeling appreciated, feeling valued
feeling connection?

How do you say thank you
to people
for being different
for being the same?

How do you say thank you
for showing up
for trying
for being a witness
for creating a spark?

This ‘you’ turns to music
Thank you!

If you weren’t participating in the #OctPoWriMo challenge yourself, you may not know about all the wonderful participants out there. I’d like to recommend some, in random order. I’ll introduce you to a specific poem if I can, but I recommend you to read many more on their blog, since the prompts led to many different writings.

because #metoo is just too much by Wanda Olugbala – a poem about growing up where harrassment seems to be the norm, not the exception

Ghouls by Pat R – a lovely short and claver take on modern ghouls

My mind on arts by my friend Dawn – she’s written an ode to her own mind, without leaving out the darkness

Reflection by Jenni Astramowicz – a poem about missing your mum, not being allowed to cry and not having a face

Don’t buy the bullshit by Cara H – who tells busiebodies who like to talk about people’s bodies what she thinks of them

Fighting the urge to vomit by Annis Cassels – a poem about desperately wanting to share your knowledge for the benefit of others and doing that by not doing it

Rings by Michele Vecchitto – a Fibonacci poem about the mother of her stepchildren

Fear of unfeeling by Jennifer Patino – about the lure and dangers of feeling and breathing

be like them by Annie R. Ray – a punchy poem about walking your own path

https://kryptic.blog/ –> a beautiful combination of collage and words

I want to add more, but at the moment I’m cross-eyed from reading more than I can handle.

A special shout out to the people who’ve made this month possible for all participants:
Morgan Dragonwillow at Wild Woman Mysteries
Amy Phelps McGrath at The Rabid Artist
Beverly Tan at @BeverlyTanFilm
Tamara Woods at Pen Paper Pad
Annis Cassells at Poems by Annis

Into the vaults of administration

I welcome Halloween, the season of fright
I enjoy my shivers with dark delight
I’ll eagerly visit every haunted house you know -but
into the vaults of my administration I will not go

I’ll walk into cobwebs without a fright
I’ll visit a graveyard in the middle of the night
I’ll face all skeletons in my closet, but no
into the vaults of my administration I will not go

Endless miles of piles of files
Papersscattered, battered, shattered, tattered
A mess, such stress, faith less, digress
procrastin- destin- admin is tr ation

I welcome Halloween, the season of fright
I’m haunted by papers every night
they rustle ‘n’ bustle, they fee-fi-fo
into the vaults of my administration I will not go

I’ll bury my body with dark delight
I’ll feed my brain to zombies without a fright
My gravestone doesn’t scare me but lo and woe
into the vaults of my administration I will not go

I thank my friend Lisa Cole for part of the third stanza. She’s written a book called From Piles to Files about easily decluttering paperwork in five days or less. It’s gotten rave reviews. I will use it – as soon as I’m willing to go into the vaults. Which in my case is an attic that’s supposed to be my office space as well as a place to relax. I promise November will be the month!

Psycho Logic Ally

Acknowledge your needs, she said

I tend to be too busy denying them
or DIY’ing them away

Speak up for your needs, she said

I’m either silent
or screaming like a banshee

Enjoy your needs is what she didn’t say
I would have been addlepated

#OctPoWriMo day 29. I got to use the word addlepated. My favourite English words has always been flabbergasted. From today onwards, addlepated is runner up.