'I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love' Conor Oberst
Yellow, so bright and cheerful.
The canary, with wings so beautiful.
Yellow like the sun.
Shiny like the gold medal I won.
Yellow, the color of the Christmas star,
Or the color of the mustard jar.
Yellow, like the dancing sunflower,
Or the lemon that tastes so sour.
The yellow banana on my breakfast plate,
And the corn on the cob that I ate.
Yellow, like the butterfly in the air,
Or my favorite stuffed Care Bear.
The yellow ribbon wrapped around the tree,
In hopes that my dad will come home to me.
The color of the bus I ride to school,
And the toy that floats in our pool.
I love the color yellow,
Because it helps me stay mellow.
Categories:
conor, beauty, child, color, yellow,
Form: Rhyme
I saw her out of the conor of my eye.
She was just standing there.
Beaitful flowing hair.
Bright red dress.
I strolled over any as if she wanted to dance.
She accepted wwith a big smile.
So we danced the night away.
When we finished I took her over to the bar.
And brough her a drink.
And we talked aand talked.
at the end of the night Iasked her out.
She was the nicest woment there.
It was a nice night.
And I am seeing her again.
2003
Categories:
conor, dance,
Form: ABC
After the show, which we found a delight,
We stopped at a neighboring place for a bite.
Discussing the play over burgers and fries,
I glanced up to notice a pleasant surprise.
My favorite actor*, of six on the stage,
Sat there in the restaurant, on the same page,
Sharing a meal with an obvious friend –
Unwinding, perhaps, at the matinee’s end.
He isn’t yet famous, so no one looked twice.
(Our unbeknownst staring would have to suffice.)
I wanted to tell him we thought he was great
But a fear of intruding made me hesitate.
Yet we went ahead, interrupted his meal
To share our enjoyment; our words made him feel
Most gratified, judging by his giant grin.
Acknowledgment certainly was a win-win.
An actor’s a regular person, like us,
Despite, when he gets there, the fame and the fuss
And so it felt wonderful just to connect
With some well-chosen words and a dash of respect.
*written about Conor Ryan of "Desperate Measures"
Categories:
conor, art,
Form: Rhyme
To look into her eyes and see nothing,
Spurned the cycle of self destruction and narcissism that threatened
Her freedom from the silvered chains of solace that used to bind her soul.
It was the spark of an explosion so massive it would consume entirely without discrimination.
All of her past, everything she held dear
Was lost in a blind stretch to humanity,
Her trust in faith gone, until the end of everything.
It would take time to fix the tear in her heart.
All the energy she had was focused on remaining intact.
Searching The Unfamiliar Corridors of Stability,
Her Thoughts Binded Themselves To Reality.
- Vaccination of Security -
-thanks to Conor Jordan, for busting the ending paradox :)
Categories:
conor, introspection
Form: Free verse
Muddy Brown
Scarecrow Scattered
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Echoes Abstract
Metal Mouth
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Fire Hunger
Liquid Passion
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Ashy Sorrow
Tattered Faith
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Hopeful Breath
Stubborn Love
**Prompt: Describe yourself in exactly 20 words
Title credit to Conor Jordan
Categories:
conor, introspection
Form: Free verse
He caresses her neck romantically,
By slowly strumming her hair.
Moments after tickling her,
And promising to buy her, her lair.
A true-carrying case I mean,
Way more than just a stand.
She winks at him daily and
Ibanez, is his trusty brand.
With a great pedal board,
They create a rhymatic loop.
And for now he plays solo,
But would rather be in a group.
He and her are forever in love,
She’ll always be his beloved Lucy.
For the sounds that they create,
Make the airwaves feel juicy.
With a built in handle to grab,
He holds her close to thee.
And together the love they make,
Is considered fret-based poetry.
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Dedicated to my friend
Conor Jordan and his guitar Lucy.
Categories:
conor, dedication
Form: Quatrain
Poetry is a body of water,
With the title being its' surface;
The context deep or shallow.
It's as far in the water,
One chooses to go...
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Inspired by a good friend of mine.
Conor Jordan's artistic eye and
Spoken knowledge helped me greatly.
His wisdom speaks oceans.
Our first collaboration of many...
There’s wisdom to be found,
In the depths of a poem.
If we choose to submerge our mind.
We hope you enjoy! Thank you
Categories:
conor, philosophywisdom,
Form: Prose Poetry
Happy birthday Conor,
Today’s your special day.
As I write these words,
You are so far way.
You’re a special person who,
Deserves deserving words.
So I penned some down,
That this day deserves.
Today you are eighteen;
I hope you have a blast.
I wish you a happy one,
From Oklahoma to Belfast.
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This poem is for Conor Jordan,
a fellow souper and today's his birthday.
Categories:
conor, dedication
Form: Quatrain