It is finally bad poetry day! The only day of the year that I can write bad poetry and not feel guilty by it all! So....here goes......hold on folks!
I feel like writing poetry.
The words I do not knowetry
I think they should be flowery
because that gives them...powery
And of course the phrases should rhyme
and they should do it all the time
but that is hard to accomplish
and I wonder if for lunch we'll have codfish
Because it is a day for really bad poems
I think this one will have no end...
for only a talent scout could unearth
the beginning of the end of this poem's dearth.
Alas, my time runs short.....
so I'll end this poem with the word......umm...the word
what's the word I'm looking for here? oh yeah!............
Why is it we make days to remember lost socks and frivolous things such as that....when we find it hard to remember those who have gone before us? Just a random question I started to ponder as I prepared for today's activities at work.
Ohh my sock!
My poor, lost sock.
Did you wander far from home?
Oh my sock!
My dear, lost sock.
Are you scared, and all alone?
My precious, lost sock..
My foot is getting cold.
appearing now before me
shining light on the dreams I'd lost
like a ninja in the night
creeping in so stealthily
until I can no longer imagine
what it means to exist without you
glorious in your very essence
bringing light into my darkness
reawakening my soul
My unexpected one.
I composed this poem as I drove. My mind wandering in its thoughts....thinking of how unexpected people (children, friends, lovers, etc.) can come into our lives and change us forever.....I forgot how it all went...there was more....and as I recall it....I may add to this...but for now I am satisfied with what I can recall.
The brutality of my reality
makes me want to scream....to rage!
The never ending chaos
seems to devour my existence.
Causing me to lose sight of all I Need to see.
the things that give me hope...
the things that pull me through...
the things that carry me over and past the pain
the things involving you.
The brutality of my reality
teaches me to cherish...
the peaceful times and be thankful for them all.
Whoa doggies! It has been awhile hasn't it? It seems as though I have lost the ability to express my thoughts in a coherent manner.........BUT, I'm going to make the attempt.
What's up with that awesome title....sheesh. Well, those were the most appropriate words to describe my lack of bloggitude here of late. My mind has been on vacation I think.
K, nuff with the scuses. Going to get started.....
Determination to not accept failure has been the driving force of my life for most of the past 6+ years. The day I left my then husband, five sons in tow and hid for our safety in a domestic violence shelter, was the day I knew I could no longer accept failure as an excuse for anything. And so, I went forward....until here recently. Being the overly introspective person I am....I have come to the conclusion it is time to rediscover the drive to succeed that has carried me so very far over the course of the past few years.
To say I am a driven person would be an understatement. It is my drive that is my blessing and my curse. A blessing in that it has enabled me to accomplish amazing feats that many thought I would never be able to do. A curse in that my ferocity has caused me to lose people I cared about, or scared others away. But it's who I am....so whacha gonna do? *smiles*
OK, this was pretty lame as blogs go. But, at least it was something, which is better than nothing, and only half as good as anything!
Feel free to quote that.....lol.....you know you want to!.....well....OK.....I want to......hmmm........can you say Facebook?........Things are looking up......I see a Pullitzer in my future........now, just need to make everyone else see. =P