Context and intention
made to add dimension
To give arguments balance and a view
For its where we are coming from
that determine where we go
and determine how we treat people too
No one hears an argument
that's meant to hurt
and few validate intentions that are mean
Life is not meant
to be energy pettily spent
and discussion that contains not a hill of beans
If you engage
and run into your rage
that haze will forever control how you talk
but if you engage
and reach out to grasp
you pull the other in with real thought
For no one person is wholly right
nor the other wholly wrong
but you surely gain more opponents with smoke and steam
And you attract more flies
when you speak without lies
and from the heart with an open mind
For communication isnt
unless its heard, acknowledged and returned
and nothing gained by immature acting out
A discussion after all
Is rational dialog by all
And a monolog is just a vent
Context and Intention - Artimus Susan Manley (C) September 19, 2007
Categories:
monolog, angst, anti bullying, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
The Unknown Dreamer
David J Walker
I saw myself in a rerun of
the Johnny Carson show
from 1974
with five more
guests before
I would blow
through the curtains and take a bow
Oh
I remember how
he announced
my name clearly and then went
Into his daily blog
monolog
comedy routine
But wouldn’t you know
he ran out of time
before it was mine
to meet
the sweet
sound of applause from an
adoring audience
He clearly said they would
Have me back
Some other time
Wouldn’t you know
The almost of the unknown dreamer
Strikes again
Categories:
monolog, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
Hengâme 2
yagmur yagiyor üryan ve telas içinde izmir’e
bir kadinin incecik parmaklari gibi dokunuyor bedenime
iterek karanligi geçiyorum sarhos dervisler mezarligindan
cebimde intihara meyilli flüt sesini annem saniyorum
yanilgidan içimdeki tanri resimlerini ters çakiyorum kaburgama
daglara ormanlara suya inaniyorum içime düsmüs süpheden
dionysos’a kiziyorum sesimi bosaltiyorum bakire bir cümleye
rest diyorum yasadigim ana gören olmuyor korkudan
süzüldüm can ve ten üstünden delirmesin diye sizi
kendimi ve psikiyatri doktorumu yitiriyorum
ablak suratli monolog bir budanin aklinda
eklem yerlerimde repliksiz korkunç titremeler yaliyor kendini
nietzsche ile karsilasiyoruz psikiyatri kavsaginda
kan sicaktir diyorum parmaklarimi çikariyorum beynimden
durmaksizin su içiyorum elmaya kan bulasiyor agliyorum
nilgü’nü hatirliyorum bir balkona siginiyorum
meryem ve üç kardesi bir de isa
yemin olsun ki ölüm yamalidir diyorum
sonsuzlugun girtlagindan çekiyorum kemiklerimi
ainsten oluyorum çocuklugum kaçiyor anne karnina
Categories:
monolog, angst,
Form: Prose Poetry
Woke up early this morning to go for a wee jog
Got as far as “still laying there” my head in a fog
Yelled wake up my hero
Yelled back “eat minnows”
This conversation with me was a futile monolog
Categories:
monolog, confusion,
Form: Limerick
Another day, another town
Another hotel room.
I’m thinking of my beloved home,
With roses all in bloom.
My wife is waiting for me there,
My children and my dog,
While I sit in this lonely room
Engaged in monolog.
There was a time I thought I would
Enjoy the traveling life,
But that was before I had acquired
My children, dog and wife.
The plumber and electrician,
The teacher, doctor, farmer
Will all be heading after work
To where home fires burn warmer.
Pity the traveling salesman,
Butt of too many jokes.
He longs to be in his own home,
The same as other working folks.
2/7/13
Written for contest "In A Hotel Room"
Categories:
monolog, lonely, work,
Form: Rhyme
"I'll not hold onto scraps of paper
love notes folded origami
brain confetti from last year
I'll not hold on, (for long) my dear
I'll not hide secret dried up flowers
slips of some things 'till tomorrow
never sipping sweet fruition
for it seems, my intuition
proved me wrong again.
I'll not remember your cologne
or spray it on when you're not home
and while I'm at it I'll forget
just why I loved you then...
and yet...
I kind of wonder what you're thinking,
if you need me, if you're sinking,
Maybe if I called this moment
it would save you from some torment?
Maybe if I saw you daily
sang our song on mix tapes, maybe...
you would then remember love notes
you would think on all you then wrote
How you loved me 'till tomorrow,
How we shared our joys and sorrow
So, perhaps, it's all worth saving
even when you're misbehaving
Maybe we should just get married!
Get a house, a bouncing baby
Mortgage life, dear - call me crazy...
as long as you just call me."
Well...um... did I get the part?
Categories:
monolog, funny, people, social, me,
Form: Free verse
Arriving late, I find
the service almost done.
They're waiting at the altar,
the wiener and the bun.
All ears now strain, to hear
the parson's monolog,
"And by the powers vested in me,
I now pronounce you one hot dog."
Categories:
monolog, food, funny, wedding,
Form: I do not know?