write a poem a day

We have deserted ourselves
And descended into strange Snow Whites
And Sleeping Beauties, consumed
By the misfortunes of pharmacy poisons

Yes, we had dragons
But they did us no harm
Unlike your poisonous concoctions and
Pesky mirroring of mirrors

Now, when the lids are open
If ever they should open,
We shudder, for there is
No longer a world of Christmas lights
And sensual men and sweet children

It is a world of vomit and sweat
And paralyzing fear
A perpetual fog
A miry grayish-black swill fog

Our minds and veins
Are screaming with warnings
But you say,” It is all in the mirror”
As you look into your mirror mirror
You brutal serial-Pharma-paid killer

You vane and horrid, inhumane bastards
Dealing out death, taking pride in choking life
And your prize: our wages and Sanity
And your sanctuary is in our organs

Moment by moment
Our moments are erased
It is “all in our heads”
And it must be erased

Pharma life is a death-life
Preservation with a shelf life
Not fit for disposal
Disposal would be too kind

Our shinning knights
Hung by ties and smiles
Tell us how well we are:
Poison apples, deadly spindles, and all

Then a thrill – an awakening
Yes it was a pill a mistaken pill
That eased the ache and made us all wake
And we were both ferocious and tender

Re-united with our dragons
Awakened Beauties, well rested
Not awakened by harm or charm
But kissed by dragons,

Then woodsman came,
And With all his might he
Crashed his axe into clarity of our sight
And we scatter and vanish and succumb

The woodsman did not strike to kill
But to deadened us to into slaves
As we know, my ladyships
Deadened is worse than death

So what shall be our endeavor?
The Pharma mortician courts us without
Mirth or melody – mercilessly
Unlike our dragons: deadly and annoying

How shall we emerge from our
Various states of life-death spells?
Should we return to earth-clay form?
And re-shape?

In a nutshell, no,
We love our fucking dragons!
They hiss and howl
And keep poisonous snakes at bay

And these monsters with whipping tongues
Free samples and power o’er our will
Who shall slay them?
Where are our shining knights?

My ladies, our men too,
Have swallowed poison
They cannot ejaculate
Nor see their way straight

And in our anaorgasmic state
Do we not love them as our children?
For we can have no children
Whilst on the ills and messes of pills

Remember the lovers
Rolling on the knolls
The beauty of the man
His warm hands on your breasts

His fingers filtered through your hair
His body so beautiful and warm
When you still could feel warmth
When you could know “feel”

Remember when he slipped inside you
And his breath beat hot whispers
Your face in synchronicity
With his rhythm, Remember?

Are we not children of God?
Were we not made
To make perfect love
And strive for higher selfhood?

If we make a plan of escape
Will we even go?
Were we made to be raped and raped
By skills of hunters and pills of doctors?

No, my ladies, we are dragons.

Fee fi fo fum
I believe I’ll have the rum.

I climbed a tree
made of stone
Visited the creatures
who lived up high
Came back down
where the wind was blown
Wandering breezes
Where was I?

Out in my hollowed stone
playing with cards
Making bets
and kissing Jack
Billy Bantam
and singing bards
And I was wearing
red and black

We’ll all spend the night
dancing together
Hands clasped
Following in sleepy little curls
drawn on the ice
by wind and weather
Night waltz haunted
by dreamy swirls

Dusk to dawn
and dawn to dusk
Stopping only
to dine on mousse and cream
Heavenly saccharine overload!
I in rich perfume
and they in musk
‘Til I beg them
Leave me to dully dream!

When I sleep
a vision clean and grey
marching ants and worker bees
Climbing, climbing up that tree
While in his box
The Jack will stay
Though he will shout, and beg, and bray
But I will hold the keys.

But I need to get the brain going.

Today’s:

Slow and tired
A thought that looks like honey
And tastes like cotton
Rests gently on my tongue
In silent refusal
To be either realised
or forgotten.

Though I beckon
and make faraway sounds
to coax and deceive it into showing,
Pressing me each time
it breaths its fast slumbering sigh
(Knowing, unknowing),
Sleeping wisps do not heed
of mortal shells demanding
And if I am a mortal shell
Ignorance
Is prodding stubborn essences
with pen, and brush, and needle
And still wracking
having naught to tell

I started this when i was kind of depressed and I wrote one poem a day and came to have about 100 poems! It felt great to write every day and not really care about writing the “perfect” poem. I shall try this again someday.

I intend to post a poem a day at
http://www.everypoet.org/pffa/forumdisplay.php?f=49

I feel this is a bit unrealistic for me at this time. Once a month or once a year might be more realistic right now. Maybe someday I’ll be more of a constant writer of poems.

time to take this off the list, since i really do keep up with this and now have two published collections from my Poem of the Day. it’s tricky sometimes, trying to write a poem every day, but when i look at the books i create, it’s really really worth it!

This ink is my tears
This paper I will bury in lieu of you
I showed you the glow of my scars
Sang songs about you and the stars
Until I heard your silence
The tone the tomb
The bomb I dropped on you
Fear EGO Guilt

Those were your weapons that have oddly set me free
You were the first come and you are the last to go
The boulder that sat on my road blocking my view
Blocking my path
I could not trust
That there was something worth seeing past you
Until I was given the sight to see through you
It was then
A Friendship that should have ceased decades ago
Pulsed away in anger and rage
A blaze
A blaze

You hid in plain sight
I looked for you for a while
Until I knew you had only the courage to hide
Disloyal dismember maybe a card in December, psha right a card in December
You run, you hide, and you take refuge in my foolish smile
Your words twist and swirl off your tongue
They contort, they are cruel
They are selfish and awful like you
Does it make you strong?
Do you feel free like I do?
Able to love again, able to trust again
Relief I will never call you “friend”
You did not earn my trust; you did not deserve my respect. Goodbye. The End. The end my long lost un-friend

I set you as free as my will
I set you sail in the breeze
I give you back to the world
I atone
I walk back not alone, with me

I wrote the book on how to be invisible
You hardly notice that pieces of me are missing
First I stopped looking then I stopped kissing
Silly, I stand there like the two by the tree
Like Waiting for Godot to uncover his mystery
I thought he’d show up eventually
When he appeared he couldn’t see me
No squinting, no peaking, no spots from the sun
No-one
I amused myself, full of wishing wells and springs
casting spells, I sang sirens, over here, I sang,
I do this all invisibly
I let go of my wings.
The last thing I felt before nothing