I call myself a word girl, because words touch me
in many different ways, but memories is the biggest one
It is very interesting the tidbits of information
that your mind will hold from yesterday
Songs, poems, quotes, commercials, and catch phrases
can all take you back in time at a moment's notice
I like to listen to the classic rock station in
my car for just that reason, an old favorite
will put a smile on my face, not just for the
familiar lyrics, but for the memories it invokes
I often respond to my cat's pleas for more food
with the Meow mix commerical's theme song,
and he looks at me like I've lost my mind
My nephew also thought I was odd when I started
singing "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is"
after a family member handed me some alka seltzer
for an upset stomach
So, I think I will "ride like the wind" and do my errands
for the day because "Life is a journey, not a destination"
"If the wind will not serve, take the oars" Latin Proverb
"Life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent of how I react to it." C. Swindoll
"Always under promise and over deliver" T. Peters
“With confidence let success be vengeance for all that has happened and renew it" The Poet ~~
Inspirational Quotes
With success my confidence soars.
"If the wind will not serve, take the oars"
My inner self whispers to me,
Take control with effort to make it be.
To score a goal, first taking a shot is a must,
To be appreciated, remain steadfast to gain trust.
Aim to do a little better than you did yesterday.
"Always under promise and over deliver" I say.
If there is two things you should not miss:
Just Keep it simple KIS.
"Life is 10 percent what happens to me and 90 percent of how I react to it."
“With confidence let success be vengeance for all that happened and renew it.”
Ought bold words and brazen phrases
‘scape our bursting hearts
Magic mirrors of our minds
shared with our own kind
Or should we hold them hostage
fasten them to knives
Let them threat the denouement
of our swirling, spinning lies
my dogs know several phrases
nothing like sit, beg, stay
they know night-night
it has them running to the bed
If they both jump up, the mattress slides off
because that is two hundred and fifty pounds of dogs
I have to figure out a way to contort my body around them
they know outside
it means they run to the front door
which now I can barely open, because they are both in front of it
they know snack
it means they turn and look at Daddy, expecting cheese or bologna
No one spoils them more than Daddy
They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,
And perhaps, if I go looking,
In there, I can find some truth.
But what they never tell you is that
What doesn’t kill you makes you aware.
It makes you bitter,
it makes you scared.
What doesn’t kill you leaves you in shambles,
Knuckles bloody and your face blue.
The time it takes to gain the strength
Is the time it takes for it to destroy you.
Neither are easy, my friend—
Neither are fair.
It teaches you and wrecks you all the same.
What doesn’t kill you leaves you wondering,
How did I end up in such a horrid place?
And silence is the only thing that follows;
The pounding of your heart beneath flesh and bones.
And in the rhythmic beat, you can hear it being said
Over and over again, like it’s all in your head:
What doesn’t kill you makes you aware,
What doesn’t kill you makes you bitter,
What doesn’t kill you makes scared,
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
Love surrounds you, so bright and bold,
Outstanding joy, a happy sound,
In moments precious, stories told,
Dreams and well wishes all around,
All blessings from above are found.
©bfa031325
Acrostic in Quintain (Birthday of Loida Decano)
In my limited opinion, Maya Angelou is, and was thee best poet I have ever read in my 80 years of life thus far. She spoke to my heart with each line. And Still I Rise, is me too a fault. I feel she wrote that poem, especially for me. I have read others by her, but their titles escapes me because of my memory for names. I believe "And Still I Rise," may have been her last I'm not sure, however, this poem is me all the way. I'm sorry I never got the chance to meet her personally. But we didn't need to meet. The poem said it all.
This would be something I would say in a message to her were she still alive. "We didn't meet in person, but you know me all so well. I don't know if its the struggle or plight of Black people. However, many of us seem to fit the criteria. You were born to never be forgotten and your poetry proves that. Thank you for your thoughts and phrases." Love, Marilyn Williams.
To end, in the beginning of my childhood, I must admit I didn't like poetry. Until one day someone handed me a book, years later, about the subject, and I have been running with it ever since.
INEVETABLE,
COLLATERABLE DAMAGE,
NOBODY CAN TELL ME WHAT TO DO,
MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY,
EXPERT,
FINE PRINT,
NON DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT,
COMMERCIAL SENSITIVITY,
THE PRICACY ACT SAYS ..
NOT YOUR PROBLEM,
TEXT ME,
DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN DO IT ON LINE,
YOUR PROGRAMME WILL RESUME IN 51 SECONDS,
WHO NEEDS A LANDLINE THESE DAYS,
THIS IS AN AUTOMATIC REPLY,
DUE TO . . .
THE NUMBER AHEAD OF YOU IN THE CUE,
WE NO LONGER STOCK THAT ITEM,
KILLS 99.99 PERCENT OF GERMS,
DON'T WALK ON THE GRASS,
NO CAN DO.
I'm sure you've heard the expression
In love with love
Well that's me through and through
Nothing in life is more important
It can take over one's whole being
But there's a bunch of lunatics in the world
Who give us peace loving *****sapiens a bad name
The lunatic fringe is what they're called
Whose brains haven't developed beyond kindergarten
In their mind, they're still fighting their schoolyard battles
But on a much, much larger scale
With much more tragic results
Human life is expendable
Not a consideration in the scope and scale of their conquests
The end justifies whatever means necessary
A side of us so called humans to be least proud of
Will it ever change?
Unfortunately I must answer no
It seems to have been ingrained in our psyche eons ago
No one is perfect
But these lunatics are at the other end of the scale
ABSURD
absolute absurdity the human being,
being alive, no reason to live...
INTELLIGENCE
A living fool, surpasses in physics intelligence
a dead intellectual...
IT IS BETTER
The laughter of the living is better than crying
of the dead...
DEAD
The dead survives in memories
of the living...
LOVE
More real and further alive than
death is life with love...
Art
splintered
pieces sewn
into patchwork;
Conjoined phrases decorate a soft quilt;
Words wrap you up lying on the sofa;
Warm and cared for,
poetry
comes to
life.
Good manners have no price tag.
The following will get you so very far in life.
Always say...
Please.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Date written: 02/20/2023
I must detest one,
just the one, yes,
battle within myself
so that I can love the rest.
I use words and phrases
that hold my sense of conflict
so that my strict faith
may rest in my wish to love.
Our grip on love
may not exist; so let it not slip
into the wasteland of my mind -
a mind that holds so much conflict.
Are we born to create a passion
for a battle within ourselves?
Who can love
with no comparison with hatred?
So, yes, I do loathe one,
engender protest for one.
Am I to kill? I suspect not.
But hate? Oh yes, do hate.
(Sep 2022)
Oft when folks are talkin' they'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly, the meaning misconstrued;
And so they get the text all wrong and spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said you wonder why they lied.
Some people just don't listen when others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying ever gets through to them.
Here a word and there a phrase is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together and Oh What they can find.
It pays you well to watch your words, speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest, my friend, will later on rebound.
Then just try to 'splain it. Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you 'cause they just don't understand.
(And they won' try to either)
Playground for poets online bizarre
Onyx sky where we are stars
Emerald eyes eager to read
The next line written with elegant ease
Romantic patrons infatuated
Yellow sonnets purple phrases
Somehow we are all related
Onion soupers with cheese grated
Unity in what we achieve
Poetry Soup for all yes please.
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