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My Missing Muse
I have tried to write as of late,
but my mind has become a true blank slate.
My keyboard is bored and my ideas are bland.
I have to think of something grand.
Lately I lack poetic thought, thus I’m feeling quite distraught.
Maybe new themes will come to mind, if I read some antique poems of mine.
I have written about nature,
birds like ducks,
a child’s marker freckles,
a coffee cup.
A retired boat resting on the shore,
dirty socks behind a door.
I’ve penned 2 poems about Monet and VanGogh.
Now Degas? I don’t know.
Lady Di who danced in her royal gown,
but sadly now listens to angel sounds.
Her love for people was always increasing, but my poetic thoughts,now decreasing.
A teapot and a tuffet, diddle diddle dee.
A sweet little bundle came to me.
Blueberries grow on a bush not a tree!
Still no ideas will come to me.
Two tired tulips on my windowsill doze.
Three ladybugs on a daffodil pose.
Now is the time I need to compose!
A chorus frog’s peeping has a dancing beat,
clicking,
croaking,
repeat.
Jumping rope in heels, the teacher who tried her best.
Feathered fledglings sleeping in a Blue Egg mommy’s nest.
There is a wee granny in my apple tree.
Bring your appetite, then you’ll see!
Trees dressed in acorns
Protect our seas
Echoing owls between forest trees.
No new ideas coming into my head ?
My muse is hiding, I dread.
Cronkite,a reporting wiz,
closed the news, “That’s the way it is”
An unbiased journalist one could trust.
Integrity, sincerity and principles, a must.
TV shows,
Winter fairies on tiptoes.
Still I have the blank slate woes!
A path of moonlight, dragonflies.
Slowly summer says goodbye.
Soon the southern birds will fly.
Smell the season sunshine.
Crowds that cheer, “Alley Oop”
As basketballs find their longed for hoops.
Aunt Gloria was warm in her Irish blue.
Little boy Benjamin lost his little shoe!
His sister found it, "PEE U”
“Hooray” I cheer. Now it seems more clear, I feel my blank slate might disappear.
I’m suddenly feeling passion for more creative action!
Imagination,inspiration,determination!
My mental blankness is washing away.
New topics to write about, coming into play.
Now upside down silly fun.
To the writing teeter totter Marikate, have fun!
When I’m with her everything changes and I start to notice life in different phases, like the man on the moon
Her beauty is written about in praises
Even though she sees nothing but imperfection as the mirror gazes
But all her imperfections are the definition of perfection to me, if only she could see what my eyes see
As she brakes my limitations to joy, her gentle soul molds my concrete heart
I now find life within death
When I hold her, she feels safe with no cares in the world but wonders if she should still care just a little
Like I want him to know I care but I don’t want to feel as if I’m reaching
She looks at me and asks how could I be so lucky, and questions if life is even real
Even though she wakes up every morning to pinch her skin with no changes, so this must be a little real
She jumps not knowing where she might fall
With all the proof in the world she still asks how much will this cost every time he says I love you
This is an example of genuine actions being stabbed by the doubt her past created
Leaving us to learn the little things matter just as much as anything else
That’s what I notice every time I noticed you
Like the smirk you get right before your dimples bloom each time I would see you
The way your baby hairs fall down the side of your head right before I brush them behind your ear
The way your freckles sparkle beneath your eyes like stars in the sky
The way the holes in your outfit match the holes in my heart
If only we realized we are always in his hands and even with the holes in his hand he would not let us fall through
I used to be so guarded with life because of my past I hold on to but when my reflection is in your eyes I am never afraid to let go
And as I fall I notice the atmosphere around me
Everyone wears a crown but sometimes we want the thorns instead, don’t you remember we already have a king
Every rose has a heart so I give it to you on your bad days when you just can’t find the beat
The clouds roar louder than lions
And in the rain, you can see the future within tears from the past
Too many times do we complicates things making relationships so vast
When all we need is God to be first and last
When we are together the feeling is always mutual
p.s. I wrote this about you knowing I feel the same way too…
God's Daughter
When she was and infant she rarely cried
She couldn't speak but she often tried
She had a smile that resembled her mother's
Intelligent eyes like her fathers who loved her
Her angelic hair, warm like a sunset
Was ritually brushed when she quietly slept
In her ears, which were pierced, were Amethyst stones
For the month she was born they glimmered when shone
Three faded freckles peppered her nose
"This little piggy," would wriggle her toes
She was a gift from the heavens that be
An answered prayer from bended knees
Every day was a gift every moment a dream
The time that they shared was a pleasant routine
With nourishing meals and warm baby baths
Ticklish smiles that went from giggles to laughs
The tantrums she threw when in a bad mood
Faces she made when she tasted new food
And nights when her father would fall asleep with her
"You are my darling,” is what he would whisper
Those precious nights he held her so close
Squeezing so tight that they both made on pulse
On her first day of school she cried in his arms
He made a promise to keep her from harm
So on that same day he did not go home
But stayed there all day so she wasn't alone
She could open his heart with just one glance
Later that night he taught her to dance
In junior high she complained of her weight
He'd brush back her hair and say she looked great
No longer a child she was making new friends
Finding new interests and following new trends
He loved her so, she gave his life meaning
Giving him faith, hope, joy and reason
One summer night she did not come home
And he could not be reached on her cellular phone
A knocked at the door came with bad news
A body was found lifeless and bruised
She was the victim of a violent assault
He fell to his knees hurt and distraught
After her funeral he no longer prayed
He was angry with God, he felt betrayed
An angel appeared in his thoughts while he slept
As they embraced the both of them wept
"Sometimes The Lord must sacrifice
One of his children to save many lives
When innocent blood is carelessly spilled
The world becomes safer because evil's revealed
God too had a child persecuted by evil
Who died on the cross for the sins of all people
Your child will be with Him in the heavens above
Guarded by peace and eternal love"
Dedicated to Meghan Landowski September 25, 1991 – April 10, 2008
i sit in this hot shower and my bones feel cold. my brown hair is falling out as i wash my legs on this floor and i wonder if you would wash my hair for me. if you would kiss my scalp while i cry and i will hope you cant see my tears but we both will know you could. you will keep your lips sealed for my pride.
i wonder if your warmth would bring my bustling body back to life,
i wonder oh baby i wonder
i think in this hot shower with my eyes shut and my legs crossed and my teeth bared like a hellhound ready to strike
i have spent all my life wondering.
i have spent so much time daydreaming and honey you are the best daydream i've got. the closest step to the fantasy world and i will grip on with my foaming lips and sharp claws and pray you dont bite back.
I will watch my teeth meld into your neck and hope you've got dog shampoo for my wretched body. i hope you have enough heating pads and blankets because at night baby i get cold and i get mean. these claws sharpen and my scars show darker and my brain gets fuzzy and maybe its like im possessed.
the sharpest fangs bite the hardest at night and when you feel cold you grow ugly. my eyes will sink in at night and my nose will shape crookedly and my hair will stand on its end and i daydream you will find me pretty when i moan like a dying dog. it feels like yesterday i was on the operation table being ripped from my mother and the brown freckles on my skin whisper at night i wont be warm again. that i will fight again. that in the ring i will bare my scars to the monster and i will fight it alone. i will fight it so alone that the monsters cold breath will give me frostbite. you will be gone for a minute but i know you wont leave me. at the end of the fight, at the end of the match, you will pick my bruised and battered body back up and tell me how good i did. how beautiful i looked how sweet my dance was how well behaved i am,, how much you love me- You wont leave me because for such a hellhound, my body is so cold and you find it lovely. you will set my nose back into place and suck my eyes to where they belonged. you will silence my cries and kiss my hellish features goodnight. because for such a hellhound, i am such a beautiful girl. i am such a good pet. i am your favorite hellhound.
An oversized vintage T-shirt is
My weekend attire or
More like my mainichi attire
My face bare
Exposing an unnamed galaxy of freckles
The bottle of
Cheap combini
Apple sparkling wine
Feelin like a millionaire
A neon highlighter between my lips
A novel in my hand
While the others wait its turn
Lounging around in piles
All over my room
The mismatched mugs
With the coffee or tea
I didn’t finish drinking
Sitting cold
Flipping through different playlists
Am I feelin like the present
Might be better to
Throw it back a little
To the better days
When the places I commuted to were
Not only
My desk chair in the morning
And
My bed at night
Gazing up at the
Skies of my ceilings and walls
To see the stars of impressions
I’ve found light years ago
Will I find other vibrant constellations
That are none like the rest?
I stare at the blank walls
As if I can magically materialize
Somethin
Just a little different somethin
To make the days
Pass a little faster
My scars on my hand are healin
The scars of last summer
Dangerous carelessness
A slip of the hand
A slip of the slicer
A bit of blood but no foul
It was all my mistake of the making
Silly silly mistake
At least I’ve been fortunately given
Given the gift of time
To heal
To grow
And face em front fearlessly
Some days breaking down
In nightmares
With unknown meanings
That cannot be depicted
Some days breaking down
Into grateful laughter
The colors of my nails changing like the
Changing of the seasons
The quiet but solemn translation
From spring to summer
Sakura pink to
Silver scales of mermaid lagoons
Dreamin of the day
To return to sea
The waterfalls of rain
Spraying my windows
The trees bellowing in the wind
Come golden beans of sun
With the cicadas
Announcing the first day of aelin
Opening the curtains to midsummer
The season of magic and fairies
Yet
I stay on my chair
Undisturbed by the chaos
Outside my window
Writing the verses
My heart tells me
To compose
The feelings
That cannot be fathomed
Into stars
The abendrot sun
Sees through my smile in the daylight
The nyctophilic moon
Solemnly watching my
Silent cries at night
They both keep my secrets
As I keep composing
My operas of comedies and tragedies
Warning, this poem is dark. It is inspired by the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.
Gather around and hear of the strange day,
When three total strangers met on that plane.
Three unlikely females eager to tell,
Of their journey through the clutches of hell.
My hands are weak but I'll try with my might,
To give you facts and get this story right.
Come along on their unexpected quest,
Learn the reasons why these females lack rest.
The first is grey-eyed, skinny, and a blonde,
And due to her boredom, she slowly yawns.
Fair of skin, but vain and vapid of heart,
She makes her profit acting in the arts.
Lacking in brains, but her beauty stands out.
She looks perfect from her stance to her pout.
Successful and severely ambitious,
Cross her, she turns rigorously viscous.
“Holly Star” people adoringly shout,
Their praises erase all her feeble doubts.
Remaining awake for days at a time,
Easing pressure with the help of a line.
She loves her job more than anything else,
But Holly feels like a doll on a shelf.
The second is plain but kind as can be,
Lacking a husband, a mother of three.
Prominent red hair, blue eyes that are lost,
Freckles dot her face, her temper a wasp.
Three screaming children are taking their toll,
Their father's absence turned their hearts to coal.
Months of a mom struggling to make ends meet,
Make her closer to admitting defeat.
Her choice of work is not quite ideal
Pleasuring men for a family meal.
Disgust, self-loathing, and hatred are there,
Under the surface, with no love to spare.
Her life is foggy and covered in rain,
She wants to put a bullet in her brain.
The last woman is always on her guard,
From an accident that left her scarred.
Twelve unbearable years have all but passed,
Since the scars on her body were then cast.
Long charcoal black hair and brilliant green eyes,
Her profession centers solely on lies.
Her absence extends weeks at a time,
To find those willing to spend on a dime.
She hides all that dope in crevices not seen,
Storing it in baggies to keep it clean.
Deceitful, perceptive, a broken saint.
Her hobby makes the whole idea quaint.
Who has she fooled? Can I even name one?
Not her daughter, but possibly her son.
I am standing behind You,
alone tonight…
Watching You,
Create me.
Unable to quiet my racing thoughts
From new fears, this perspective has brought.
As I image You – standing there,
Scratching Your hair,
Speaking my soul into being.
I am appalled, Father God.
at the choices You made.
This inclusion of imperfections.
It is very distressing to me.
Watching You, Standing there.
Building me, with such care!
I watched you sculpt the outer me
How You smiled at the freckles placed so carefully.
By Your loving hands, You designed me.
With crooked teeth and big feet
Fine-tuning every dimple and coloring my hair.
I was amazed at the details You did not spare.
However, enlightening this perspective might seem.
Had I something to say, as You whittled away,
I wish You had changed a thing two or three!
Though my view is imperfect,
and slightly impaired,
standing behind You
this night.
Observing Your depth of love and concern,
I cannot help but despair!
Why choose to claim me at all?
When and where did this plan take shape?
During a vision, a dream, song,
A whimsical thought,
hopefully not … a mistake?
What made it necessary to plan a place?
Yet so incomplete and broken, disgraced.
What good could I be
With an attention span slightly
south of a flea?
I must demand – You understand?
Some explanation to me!
Did some other plans go astray?
Leading to this inclusive display?
I doubt You surprised, by a snake cracking wise:
or the fruity apple scent on Adam’s breath?
But before the foundation
Of all, You had planned–
You then chose me?
I do not understand.
But standing behind You,
tonight,
I can see in Your face,
The joy and the grace
You felt,
As You created me.
As You completed the only one of me to be.
Suddenly I Comprehend Your purpose for me
I am now not afraid …...
Oh, Please my Lord – Perfection Incarnate,
No longer will I question,
No further will I doubt.
As joint-heir I humbly pray.
Continue Watching me
As I surrender to You!
Fully enabled –
From Perfection’s hand,
an imperfect vessel
Now Yours to command.
The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997
Lie back--expose your belly ring
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put out my eye!
That summer I was 48
and she pert 25;
I left Prozac in the cupboard
and Reality went Live.
I shoulda taken time to stop
and used the vorpal rubber
But 48 he couldn't wait
to find another lover.
So while the Sun was merciless
to sand and skin and sea
"If she swells I'm sure she'll tell,
returning then to me."
I must admit I got her drunk--
I used her just for sex:
Blue and blond with freckles,
suntanned buns and pecs.
But she revealed computer skills
That took away my breath.
Her dancing cyber fingers sang;
I soon saw who was best.
Ol' 48 could bare compute
"Not very fast" she said;
"I've practiced years not to be fast"
gasped I, collapsed in bed.
Then the Sun warmed up the honey--
it dripped twice more in a row.
Ulysses' "rosy-fingered dawn"
beheld her frown, dress, and go.
That freshly-flossed feeling
reverberates my spine
A smile wells up from deep inside
and stays there all the time.
At play I watched this cyber nymph
on Netscape and E-mail;
Her eyes flashed, fingers flying,
shaking golden ponytail.
"You're kinda slow," she grumbled,
terrifying 48;
"But I like that in a man," she grinned,
making me feel great.
My old 12 color monitor
was not enough for her;
More movies, GIFs, and videos
flew by me in a blur.
But 48 he had a trick:
while she stared at the screen
I spoke in her ear, nibbled her neck,
and adored her like a Queen.
I kissed and bit and licked and squirmed
'til wrists and spine went quiet--
The way a mouse's legs go still
when python's on his diet.
And then the honey dripped once more,
the Sun was past its rise.
I felt its rosy hug and knew
that love was in my eyes.
I asked her for her address,
she wrote with @ in code;
I said "I'm too old fashioned"
and asked for her telephone.
So when you dream, sweet 25,
tall cyber nymph of mine,
remember please old 48
who isn't past his prime.
And as the honey of the Sun
drips down into the sea
I'll recall my Cyber Nymph
and she will undelete me.
You took me by surprise once,
I didn’t see you coming,
An epiphany
Unveiled to me,
Not many would’ve summoned.
This damsel in distress,
Once emerged from a rose,
Bewildered and perplexed,
An unceasing lament,
“Why is it me that you chose?”
Call me what you will,
A mystery in the making,
Maybe One’s Divine Creation,
A Lion’s share surely hath forsaken,
This Bleeding Heart’s desire,
Intentions best to Awaken,
Brought to fruition,
Because of a sweet love story
Between a simple Faith-filled man,
With an unwavering past,
Who fell in love with his best friend,
A sweet beautiful girl,
Through the looking glass,
My beloved mother,
Personally,
The most selflessly devoted heart-filled woman.
With a whole universe out there
A beautiful moon in all its glory,
Embellished me with his stars,
Call them freckles from the sun,
Call them what they are,
An extravagant ephelis work of art,
Just to determine,
I’m not just a reflection,
But a constellation,
Predestined with this mind, this heart, and this soul,
In the figure of this female,
With quite a story to behold.
Why here, and why now,
It’s an alluring wonder.
Born into a family,
With two parents,
Three siblings begeted,
But for me,
Still no children and no husband.
You’ve watched me grow right from the very start.
You’ve challenged my will, my ego, and my heart,
I can’t imagine you’d create something without purpose,
And I can’t stand living on the surface.
Test not here,
Because You created me imperfect.
Can’t expect this fish to climb that tree,
Because no matter how hard I swim,
I’ll still dwell below the surface,
You know,
Where the water isn’t pure is.
It’s here where the beautiful people are
They’ve battled their wounds and been left with scars.
They’ve worn their heart on their sleeves,
Only to be stored in jars,
It’s this ignorant and hate-filled society,
That’s determined to feed on the Pure of Heart,
Convincing them their depressed, less than, or bipolar.
What purpose does that serve?
One would think,
‘But we’ve come so far?’
To our dismay.
This magnificent world,
Couldn’tve become more torn apart.
(continue to part 2)
The instrumental introduction
of the first song we first kissed to,
fills my current atmosphere.
I stop all my actions.
I freeze in my tracks,
like a deer caught off guard of a car's headlights.
The song reminds me of a bitter sweet past.
The first verse,
you looked into my dull brown eyes,
in a dimmed room.
The yellow lights touches your face
which exposes the tints of hazel in those
captivating green eyes,
I see an undiscovered galaxy,
causing the gates around my rib cage to open up,
it exposes my heart for you to take.
By the chorus,
you pulled me in so close,
your breath fanned my face.
You placed your forehead on mine,
were nose to nose,
chest to chest,
eye to eye,
everybody ceased to exsist, it is just you and I,
as we swayed slowly to the tune of the sweet song.
The second verse,
a smile appears on your face and it is contagious.
I count the freckles scattered across the bridge of your nose,
10, 17, 20, and so.
The chorus comes once again,
your fingers trail down to the small of my back,
causing me to arch my back, to fill the gap
remaining between us.
Your fingers left my back tingling with the most beautiful sensation,
my knees go weak, but you are so strong, you hold me,
I am comforted in your arms.
By the bridge,
I shut my eyes taking the moment all in,
just in your arms I imagine our future,
I hope and pray to something,
that we will have nights like this.
The sparks will ignite every time you hold me right.
It is nearing the end of the song,
I open my eyes to see your gaze
flicker down to my lips.
In that moment,
I stopped breathing,
we stopped swaying,
and you are the conductor of my everything.
My heart skips a beat in its messed up melody,
as you lean in,
your lips met mine,
I swear, it was the stop of time.
The taste of you begins to fade.
I snap back into reality,
I am drowning in my own tears,
I know how to swim,
but I don't let another breath fill my lungs.
The future I imagine with us,
is now the future you have with her.
Things fade to black and I stopped breathing.