What's up?!
Didn't mean to sneak up on you
I ...saw you leaving and
I have to follow you
Got to have some of your attention
Gonna make you notice
How I wish you could see the potential
of you and me
There's nobody else
You reject my desperate pleas
but you won't forget me
I won't let you
I wonder what clothes you wear
How you decorate your room
I will drive past your house
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's around
Find out who you call
I was born with a jealous mind
You gotta spend some time
With me
I'll be watching you
I'll follow you down
The sound of my voice will haunt you
I'm special
I will possess your heart.
Note: This is a "found" poem, made up of lines from songs. I've used lines from the following:
The Police-Every Breath You Take
The Pretenders-Brass In Pocket
Blondie-One Way or Another
Ludo-Go-Getter Greg
The Beatles-Run For Your Life
The Bee Gees-Nights on Broadway
Death Cab for Cutie-I Will Possess Your Heart
Weezer-Across the Sea
Fleetwood Mac-Silver Springs
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, All Mixed Up
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Sunday, February 23, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
The Charmer
His superficial charm
is meant to conceal harm from view
Don't let him seduce you
His words are forced, untrue-spoken
to make you feel broken
You are prey, a token to keep
til there's no more to reap
You are only a cheap toy, used
then tossed aside, abused
feeling beaten up, bruised, and bare
Don't think that he will care
On to his next affair he goes
A jackal in men's clothes
He won't stop for he knows his skill.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Will the Sun Rise?
image by Flor Larios |
Will the sun rise when you are gone?
I can imagine only night
The stars, the moon may still be bright
but will the morning ever come?
Who will I be when you're away?
Will the sun rise when you are gone?
I have lived within your orbit
eighteen years now, a lifetime long
Will the tulips bloom come the spring?
Will lizards skitter on pebbles?
Will the sun rise when you are gone?
Will cherry blossoms pink again?
When you see the moon, think of me
Watching over you quietly
Waiting for you to come back home
Will the sun rise when you are gone?
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Form Challenge, Quatern
Lucky
They say that Marisol was born with
la suerte
Ever since she was a penqueña
luck followed her
like a hermanito
la suerte
Ever since she was a penqueña
luck followed her
like a hermanito
They say that when Marisol dreamt of numbers
her tío played them and won
She carried a rabbit’s foot on her key ring
wore 3 azabaches around her neck
and had a statue of the Virgen María in her yard
because, even with la suerte,
you can never be too careful
No sense in leaving a puerta abierta
for the mala suerte
her tío played them and won
She carried a rabbit’s foot on her key ring
wore 3 azabaches around her neck
and had a statue of the Virgen María in her yard
because, even with la suerte,
you can never be too careful
No sense in leaving a puerta abierta
for the mala suerte
The day that Marisol met Marco
he was cursing at a flat tire in the rain
Marco didn’t believe in luck
or dreams
or God
He believed in logic,
rationality,
proof
he was cursing at a flat tire in the rain
Marco didn’t believe in luck
or dreams
or God
He believed in logic,
rationality,
proof
When Marco left his hat on the bed
he laughed at Marisol’s scolding
and he never hung the medal of San Cristóbal
from his car mirror either
he laughed at Marisol’s scolding
and he never hung the medal of San Cristóbal
from his car mirror either
But they say that when Marco first kissed Marisol
he was heard to whisper, “Dios mío”
After that, he believed.
he was heard to whisper, “Dios mío”
After that, he believed.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday and (very late) for The Mag, Mag 206
Sunday, February 9, 2014
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Compliance is contagious-Spread the Word!
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submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sharkey's Day (Laurie Anderson inspired poems)
Digital tats and authentification pills are not just the stuff of my warped imagination. Frighteningly, Motorola is working on these very devices. Check out this interview here. Scary.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Softly, mostly
Softly, mostly,
a moth's wings
beating against closed palms,
comes the flutter
Too new to name
Inchoate emotion
We must wait,
see what blooms
Coax with quiet,
hope
Sometimes,
weakness is winnowed
Dies before it is born,
breath stolen by a ghost
or a doubt
But sometimes,
a bud
catches the light of a thousand sunrises,
blossoms with joy
Sometimes,
a gentle awakening,
the footfall of fairies
dancing on ivory keys.
submitted for The Mag, Mag 205
and for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says Find Your Creative Space
and for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says Find Your Creative Space
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