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(in which I emo all over my shoes...and quite possibly yours....)


Years ago, I used to sit at the now departed Denny's, swill coffee, smoke cigarettes, eat soup and grilled cheese sammiches, read books and write horrifically bad poetry.  At that time, I believe it would be safe to say that I was aspiring to be wretched.

I had the tormented, uber-sensitive shit down pat but I just couldn't write worth two shits.  It was dreadful.

For example


I am so very proud to admit that I threw away the notebooks with that drool in there.  To think I wasted paper and ink to spew such nonsense.  You'd think I was this guy...



Thanks be to G*d I got over all that...

Reflections


Reflections of the world I see
May not be clear to you
    but they are to me.

I say you are color-blind
You respond, "Not true"
We just perceive the same thing
    In a different hue.

So, who is right and who is wrong?
This we can debate all week long
Let us agree to disagree
    And put this topic aside
And return to the currents pon
    which we glide

Head for the setting sun to watch the tide
And thereby also to quietly abide

The upside of participating in projects like ReadWritePoem, Three Word Wednesday and other prompt/thought provoking sites and groups is the exposure of others to my work.  Another bigger upside is seeing others works.

The downside, or hard part for me, is leaving comments on the blogs of other poets.  Beyond, "I like this" or "Wow!" I have a hard time writing what I think sometimes.  Or even getting something concrete beyond "I like this" or whatever is going through my head at the moment.

I think some of it is due to the fact that where poetry is concerned, I am a neophyte.  It would be a true statement to say I probably write more of it than I read away from LiveJournal (That means I don't include you on the Mighty FList in that equation).  

So, I struggle.  Mightily...so much so that I have given thought to not playing publicly...but then I wouldn't get to read some great work because I wouldn't always feel like it.  And reading poetry from a variety of sources helps me because I am exposed to so much more....

Anywho, just a few thoughts for a Friday...

The Cow Face Seal of Approval today.

And it is also for the rest of you as well.  Why?

Well, I just got an acceptance letter from physiognomy in letters accepting one of the poems I threw up for thoughts on 6/22.  They took the first one, that I did the rewrite on and shared.  I ended up titling it "Automatic Frequency Adjustment"

I cannot begin to tell you all, especially those of you who read and comment regularly, how much I appreciate and geniunely value your time and thoughts that you share with me here.  In large part, it keeps me going.  Having this outlet here is a great comfort.  And a challenge as well.  A challenge to myself to get better, to keep throwing things at the wall, to see what sticks and what doesn't. 

So, to everyone...I bestow the Moo Cow Seal of Approval.

Let's all hop on the Pancake Truck, ride 'round the fountain and a jolly round of huzzahs for everyone!

I share my joy in this with all of you!  :-)

Oh yeah, there was this also....

In which I get my OverWrought on...


Cracked Lens

Contemplating you
Your visage I consider
To view you as you
Consider yourself
is my goal

This task, I cannot
Accomplish for where
I see glory and radiance
You, only tatters and
the bizarre.

A shame, that...

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From the photo prompt at ReadWritePoem
 

For Cubs fans, I offer this haiku

Another collapse
Not so sweet for Cubs fans
Yearn (again) for next year

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My Now and Then

Blowing snow and frost
Covered windows keep
Me in the warmth by the
Fire sipping hot chocolate
Thoughts of summer or
Late spring fill me.  A
Longing for the freedom
of warmer times, fresh sweet
Corn roasting on the grill
The sound of the bonfire
As the husks of what used
to be trees collapse into
a Flurry of rising sparks
Even as the fire dies down

I succumb and yearn
for the days of my long ago
Where barefoot days and
mud and Mosquito bites
were just part and parcel
of Summer life.

I turn from the dismal scene
and my silly dreams
of I can’t go back there, to
go and awaken my own
Here and Now.  Maybe to
Play.  In the snow.


For 3WW

http://picturespoetryprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/decay.html


I took the photo being used for the prompt on Pictures, Poetry and Prose.

I'd write more about how talented I am, but my arm is really hurting from patting myself on the back.  ;-)

I have had a poem and a thought accepted for the wonderful project "1,000 Pieces of Peace" project

http://www.patchforpeace.com/patchforpeace/Authors_%26_Poets_Page.html

therer2doors (Angie) also has work appearing in this anthology.

There is still time to submit and contribute to this terrific project.

http://www.patchforpeace.com/patchforpeace/1,000_Pieces_of_Peace.html

Put on your thinking caps/capes/hats/scarves/bustier's/whatever and write something about peace
for this wonderful project.

New Deadline is July 4 of this year.  Still time.

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There are a bevy of beautiful small stones to read and enjoy.  I cannot recommend this site highly enough.