Sophisticated drinker and smart thinker.
Sleep-deprived and energetic at the same time.
Delirious and curious, yet so serious.
Eccentrically indifferent because I could care less.
Whatever you think of me may be true,
But whatever else you say just won’t do.
Rest assured, however, you have my word,
Someday I will welcome you into my own little world.
Categories:
eccentrically, poetess,
Form: Free verse
Argyle socks, kilts,
Scottish tartan scarves
and Knox — aye
Mary, Queen Mary
shall you marry Darnly
for love? Nay...
Torches, kilts and song.
Heather in hands, waving
but Knox knocks their merry
socks off, eccentrically calling
Mary, a Jezebel queen.
Stuart clings to her Catholicity,
as she permits worshipping
as Protestants — not good
enough for Knox. Of kilts and tales
told, no dancing, singing or drinking fold —
bearded and bold John rattles.
Knox’s mentor burned at the stake.
His ire, his hand raised, will not accept
the same fate, so he rains down hellfire.
Kilts and bagpipes, boots marching,
music playing. Aye, Mary Queen of Scotland
with drumsticks banging, the pretty thing
rules with her heart...loses her head.
3/22/2021
Julia Ward’s Scotland
Categories:
eccentrically, angst, religion, sad, woman,
Form: Free verse
catcher of random ideas
crusher of artistic hindrance
creator of new manias
creature of creative deliverance
definitely mischievous
dark and witchy
dramatically mysterious
daring to be bitchy
effective yet unconventional
eccentrically unique
evasive and emotional
ecstatically I seek
to blatantly awaken
something lovely and spiritual
a vibrant inspiration
true and beautiful
can you guess my name?
no one can forget
the nature of my game
for, I am Poet!
Categories:
eccentrically, character,
Form: Rhyme
How could you pass by so eccentrically!
Didn’t you see me for even an instant?
Wearing the same evening gown you walked,
Adjacent to the car I was stuck!
I couldn’t believe my eyes,
How could it really be?
You were so apathetic,
You seemed walking to your own,
As if, it were a walk to the Moon!
No stop over, no curve, no care for to and fro,
It seemed like a goal was set fixed for you!
Just splashed once, and then walked straight in the rain.
Dad, you passed away ten years ago
No, it can neither be you, nor your shadow!
Dad, was it really you, or my imagination?
I called you back, but you were never seen again.
Still on my way the same daily,
I look for you again and again keenly
I don’t see you, neither your moon-walk,
Are you okay with your own, wherever you are?
Dad, its poor me, your forlorn daughter,
Don’t be so firm, please response ever!
From wherever you are! Just send me a smiley face once,
It will console my compassion, I’ll stay contented forever.
Categories:
eccentrically, dad, desire, father daughter,
Form: Ode