I dare you to write shitty poetry with me.
When I pay attention…
It takes a multitude of energy
To run or steer the ship
My brain a million Titanics
Trying not to crash or, tip
It takes one long liner
Four & a half miles to stop
Like parallel parking the Queen Elizabeth
In a really fucking small dock
Because when I pay attention
I’m doing fifty things at once
& all the balls I’m juggling are
Bowling balls
I’m trying hard not to drop
Huge sigh of relating!
I see a single white
hair on my dog’s back
and stroke it.
One, two, four more.
Tiny flecks in a
forest of black fur.
I see her whiskers.
Hear her breath.
Feel it on my face
as I lean it in,
secretively
and wonder
what she dreams about.
On discipline…
A teacher that feels
Like a foe
Looking for insolence.
A ruler, a compass,
A national anthem.
A picking apart,
Pulling away.
A silent assault
Of criticism
Filling my head
In a voice that’s not my own.
They teach us how not to be
When I pay attn…
magnets pull me in
planets draw me back outside
doors swing on hinges
Day 6 #shittypoetrymonth
What is Discipline?
Rather than meditate
I’d rather sit up late
Pecking away on my phone
When completely spelled out
Those words add up to doubt
Pecking away while alone
Take in deeper breaths
While their gasping for air
Pecking away on my throne
To put this thing down
Just begin at the crown
Pecking away must atone
Old and wise enough
Choose to do other stuff
Besides pecking away, nothing sown
Clocks moving forward
Agitated disordered
Still pecking away on my phone
I’ll remember the lines “pecking away on my phone” for a longer time to come, I think!
~Discipline ~
Head down
Wings spread wide
I spy with my little eye
Drift & soar
Hide & seek
Silently hunting the
Songbird who speaks
Target no more
Than is balanced & whole
Necessary to take
Everything in its place
Feathers in my wake
You won’t see me coming
As my claws spear your heart
Pin you to earth
& tear you apart
My Scorpio heart skipped a beat! 🦅
“Nourishment is…”
The ground worms taste with their bodies
The soil and dirt and their wiggly skin becoming one
And what does my body taste with
Just my tongue?
Or is it nourished on levels I cannot see
That I haven’t been taught of
But that intrinsically know how to find food for my soul.
And can I be a wiggly worm sometimes
Frolicking in the earth outside,
Even though my taste buds may not be accustomed to enjoy the mushiness of the soil
can I let the earth taste me
And I can nourish myself in its body,
Knowing one day it will nourish itself with mine.
So happy you’ve popped in! 🪱
'Nourishment is' haiku...
A big inhale of
air after gulping water
and time floats away.
Nourishment is…
Giant green sequoia teaming with grey squirrels
aglow thru dirty windows
dandelion twirls
gentle breeze is not awake
the day is still til later
reclining in the quiet room
kitten as invader.
She dances on a table,
Nibbles on a cord,
then saunters over to my chest,
gently climbs aboard
Her tiny face is so earnest
With sparkling mint green eyes
She asks me for some wet food
So together we rise.
Honoring her sweet request
I had far more than enough rest
It’s time for more important things
We get her food, with joy she sings.
The morning comes & with it brings
A kitten as invader.
I want to cuddle invader kitten!!
On Improvising.........
When I
don’t gild the lily
I let it rot
let the soil take its
body, digest its microbes
the soil knows what to do
the lily knows what to do.
Not through memory....
each time is the first time
a meeting, a dance,
a love making
between many.
The dying lilies in me bow to
the hungry soils in you.
The rich soils in me bow to
the emergent buds in you.
Couplet ‘on improvising’ to the best of our ability
Beyond arid foreground, reveals glimpse past or future
Heart lead thru oceans, flower balm & a suture
Very moving in just two lines.
~ On Improvising ~
Defunct belt broken
Spotty leather
Two inches cut
Holes punched,
Fitting perfectly, to its new home.
Wheel turned, wool spun
Dawn woke earlier than usual
April had always been a milestone month
First dog,
First love,
Leaving home for distant adventures.
Long light reaches across the room
Dappling at the windows.
She missed that dog,
Missed that love
& cursed feeling so disappointed in the land she called ‘home’
I hope the light of new dawn warms your spirit & brings you another dog.
I have a lovely darling thank you. She’s called Dora x x x
The Dawn breaks over the bay
bodies lined up like soldiers gazing at the field
a morning ritual or prayer or primordial pull.
They come from everywhere. Not here.
White sons and daughters of cold country
displaced, searching for, or else living the dream
over and over and over they come.
5,600 degrees celsius [10,000 fahrenheit]
aimed at soft diaphanous bodies
who can’t help but come.
I swap the leash to my left hand
and look down at my skin.
I overhear someone with an accent
ask “what is a bin chicken?”
And their friend begins to answer.
Hello everyone. This feels uncomfortable!
Awakening into April,
Magnolia blossoms falling through grey Manchester space.
Our tree doesn’t like to waste time,
Two weeks of flowers, then she’s done.
I wish I cleared my to-do list so quickly.
Maybe I should take notes.
Mounting jobs on top of jobs
Playtime on top of procrastination.
Magnolia will never meet the children she produces
But mine dance under her soft pink flowers
And eat her petals
And my to-do list grows and grows in the fertile soil of our garden.
I feel like I can smell the blossoms Becky! Thank you for acknowledging the discomfort, I think we're all feeling that! I wonder how you're feeling now, having posted ~through it. I felt some relief in breaking the ice, but everyone's different.
Good morning everybody. This one’s called, The Dawn…
A favorite prank I ever played
fell on this very day
Closing at the coffee shop
I heard the voices say-
‘Replace their beans with decaf
They’ll never be the wiser’
Refilled grinder, tippy top
Unleaded energizer
The morning queue wound round the bend
I laughed to self & told a friend.
I fooled them it was cruel indeed,
they drank the brew unknowing.
We snorted, cried & cackled so-
their decaf lattes flowing.
Ahh what a delightfully cheeky story! Thanks for sharing your memory, I love it
When I pay attention…
It takes a multitude of energy
To run or steer the ship
My brain a million Titanics
Trying not to crash or, tip
It takes one long liner
Four & a half miles to stop
Like parallel parking the Queen Elizabeth
In a really fucking small dock
Because when I pay attention
I’m doing fifty things at once
& all the balls I’m juggling are
Bowling balls
I’m trying hard not to drop
Huge sigh of relating!
When I pay attention…
I see a single white
hair on my dog’s back
and stroke it.
One, two, four more.
Tiny flecks in a
forest of black fur.
I see her whiskers.
Hear her breath.
Feel it on my face
as I lean it in,
secretively
and wonder
what she dreams about.
On discipline…
A teacher that feels
Like a foe
Looking for insolence.
A ruler, a compass,
A national anthem.
A picking apart,
Pulling away.
A silent assault
Of criticism
Filling my head
In a voice that’s not my own.
They teach us how not to be
When I pay attn…
magnets pull me in
planets draw me back outside
doors swing on hinges
Day 6 #shittypoetrymonth
What is Discipline?
Rather than meditate
I’d rather sit up late
Pecking away on my phone
When completely spelled out
Those words add up to doubt
Pecking away while alone
Take in deeper breaths
While their gasping for air
Pecking away on my throne
To put this thing down
Just begin at the crown
Pecking away must atone
Old and wise enough
Choose to do other stuff
Besides pecking away, nothing sown
Clocks moving forward
Agitated disordered
Still pecking away on my phone
I’ll remember the lines “pecking away on my phone” for a longer time to come, I think!
~Discipline ~
Head down
Wings spread wide
I spy with my little eye
Drift & soar
Hide & seek
Silently hunting the
Songbird who speaks
Target no more
Than is balanced & whole
Necessary to take
Everything in its place
Feathers in my wake
You won’t see me coming
As my claws spear your heart
Pin you to earth
& tear you apart
My Scorpio heart skipped a beat! 🦅
“Nourishment is…”
The ground worms taste with their bodies
The soil and dirt and their wiggly skin becoming one
And what does my body taste with
Just my tongue?
Or is it nourished on levels I cannot see
That I haven’t been taught of
But that intrinsically know how to find food for my soul.
And can I be a wiggly worm sometimes
Frolicking in the earth outside,
Even though my taste buds may not be accustomed to enjoy the mushiness of the soil
can I let the earth taste me
And I can nourish myself in its body,
Knowing one day it will nourish itself with mine.
So happy you’ve popped in! 🪱
'Nourishment is' haiku...
A big inhale of
air after gulping water
and time floats away.
Nourishment is…
Giant green sequoia teaming with grey squirrels
aglow thru dirty windows
dandelion twirls
gentle breeze is not awake
the day is still til later
reclining in the quiet room
kitten as invader.
She dances on a table,
Nibbles on a cord,
then saunters over to my chest,
gently climbs aboard
Her tiny face is so earnest
With sparkling mint green eyes
She asks me for some wet food
So together we rise.
Honoring her sweet request
I had far more than enough rest
It’s time for more important things
We get her food, with joy she sings.
The morning comes & with it brings
A kitten as invader.
I want to cuddle invader kitten!!
On Improvising.........
When I
don’t gild the lily
I let it rot
let the soil take its
body, digest its microbes
the soil knows what to do
the lily knows what to do.
Not through memory....
each time is the first time
a meeting, a dance,
a love making
between many.
The dying lilies in me bow to
the hungry soils in you.
The rich soils in me bow to
the emergent buds in you.
Couplet ‘on improvising’ to the best of our ability
Beyond arid foreground, reveals glimpse past or future
Heart lead thru oceans, flower balm & a suture
Very moving in just two lines.
~ On Improvising ~
Defunct belt broken
Spotty leather
Two inches cut
Holes punched,
Fitting perfectly, to its new home.
Wheel turned, wool spun
Dawn woke earlier than usual
April had always been a milestone month
First dog,
First love,
Leaving home for distant adventures.
Long light reaches across the room
Dappling at the windows.
She missed that dog,
Missed that love
& cursed feeling so disappointed in the land she called ‘home’
I hope the light of new dawn warms your spirit & brings you another dog.
I have a lovely darling thank you. She’s called Dora x x x
The Dawn breaks over the bay
bodies lined up like soldiers gazing at the field
a morning ritual or prayer or primordial pull.
They come from everywhere. Not here.
White sons and daughters of cold country
displaced, searching for, or else living the dream
over and over and over they come.
5,600 degrees celsius [10,000 fahrenheit]
aimed at soft diaphanous bodies
who can’t help but come.
I swap the leash to my left hand
and look down at my skin.
I overhear someone with an accent
ask “what is a bin chicken?”
And their friend begins to answer.
Hello everyone. This feels uncomfortable!
Awakening into April,
Magnolia blossoms falling through grey Manchester space.
Our tree doesn’t like to waste time,
Two weeks of flowers, then she’s done.
I wish I cleared my to-do list so quickly.
Maybe I should take notes.
Mounting jobs on top of jobs
Playtime on top of procrastination.
Magnolia will never meet the children she produces
But mine dance under her soft pink flowers
And eat her petals
And my to-do list grows and grows in the fertile soil of our garden.
I feel like I can smell the blossoms Becky! Thank you for acknowledging the discomfort, I think we're all feeling that! I wonder how you're feeling now, having posted ~through it. I felt some relief in breaking the ice, but everyone's different.
Good morning everybody. This one’s called, The Dawn…
A favorite prank I ever played
fell on this very day
Closing at the coffee shop
I heard the voices say-
‘Replace their beans with decaf
They’ll never be the wiser’
Refilled grinder, tippy top
Unleaded energizer
The morning queue wound round the bend
I laughed to self & told a friend.
I fooled them it was cruel indeed,
they drank the brew unknowing.
We snorted, cried & cackled so-
their decaf lattes flowing.
Ahh what a delightfully cheeky story! Thanks for sharing your memory, I love it