September 16,2009

Unnamed is how I feel
Alone is how I see
Many words upon a page
They are just a part of me.

Can you see this feeling?
It’s shadows in the air
Waking every moment
Knowing you’ll be there.

There is not much that I can say
I can’t believe my ears
I stand before everyone
Naked in my fears.

Time is not on my side
Years they pass me by
I can’t believe I’ve wasted
My time without a sigh.

I have made a list now
It has on it every little thing
Things to do before I die
Words to write; songs to sing.

September 17,2009

Spider

Big monster spider
In my room
Used my shoe
Spider go boom

Big ugly spider
On my bed
Squashed him flat
Spider is dead.

September 18, 2009

Hi! Ho! Hi! Ho!
It’s on the road we go
Here and there
We’re everywhere
Hi! Ho! Hi! Ho!

September 19.2009

I see you in my dreams
Sleeping deep and sound
You are the very life of me
I’m glad you are around

I used to be so lonely
I was looking for someone
You came and now I’m happy
I live inside the sun.

You are the very air I breathe
You’re like a shining cloud
I am no longer fearful
To say “I love you” out loud

September 20,2009

Wild Side

Walking on the wild side
It’s what I have to do
Going against the flow
I could never take a cue.

I only see what I want
I only walk the deepest dark
I find everything I need
It is the hardest part.

To stand and see those I love
Make my same mistakes
Against the grain we seem to move
Love for love’s own sake.

September 21,2009
(as you can see, my mind is really strange this month.
HiHo seems to be rattling around in the echo of my mind.)

Hi! Ho! Hi! Ho!
Off to work I go
Internet gives me a pain
Hi1Ho! Hi! Ho!

September 22, 2009

Websites are a passion
You learn to do or die
Colors bright and content
Links that never fly

I can do so much more
I can be anything I want
I can play with images
Or build a brand new font

You can find me online
You can reach me through the air
But never call me wimpy
Not ever, don’t you dare.

September 23, 2009

Jones

Along came Jones
I heard that’s what they said
Long tall Jones
Not welcome in my head

Along came Smith
He was off the edge
Sharp, dark Smith
He lives across the hedge

Then came you
I saw you in my dreams
Everywhere and anywhere
It’s natural, or so it seems.

September 24, 2009

Ditty

Jason was a mason
Carla was a cook
Laura was a lawyer
Kevin was a crook

September 25,2009

Stupid

Doo Da! Doo Da
So he fondly said
Yipee ki ya!
Rhymes running trough his head

September 26, 2009

Yesterday’s tomorrows
It’s become today
Watching crystal sunbeams
What more is there to say?

September 27,2009

She

What will I be?
She asked the looking glass
Where will I go?
She’s leaving here at last.

How far will I travel?
Do you think that I’ll go far?
She doesn’t stop to think now
She’s getting in her car.

Down a long and winding road
She’s left it all behind
Better she is gone now
Just a picture in my mind.

September28,2009

Sitting here I wonder
What my fate will be
I’ve never been so alone
Beyond what I can see

There is so many things now
Things I want to try
A list as long as a road
Things to do before I die.

September 29,2009

Everywhere I go
The more I see
The less I know
This is what will be.

Everytime I go
The more I do
The less I grow
The more I move.

Everything I do
The more I see
The less I know
It’s how I came to be

September 30, 2009

What goes around
Comes around
It’s the same old story

Do or die
It’s just the same
Life in all it’s glory

You can’t take
What’s not your
I don’t care how you do it.

Things always come back
You see
Then you’ll be deep in shit

Let it go
And be yourself
It’s the only way to be

One for all
And all for one.
Me for you
And you for me.

End of the 30×30. Just so you know, trying to come up with something, anything…Every damn day is sometimes difficult. Of course you could say that about almost anything. I say it about this. Now for the next one…..YEE HAW!!!

Thirty poems in thirty days. Thank you  PoeWar (www.poewar.com). Or maybe not. I love to write poetry. Unfortunately most of my stuff runs along the fashion of limericks. You know, those shitty little ditties you get stuck in your mind and drive you totally freakin bananas.

I have been writing for a long time, over fifty years now. You got that, right? FIFTY years! A half century! I have spent my entire life writing “something” if only a diary or my dreams. So now I have all these really neat sites on my google reader which I can read almost anywhere, almost any time. Here is my first half of September. It ain’t literature. It’s just for fun. If you don’t like it, fine. Go the hell away. Move along there. Get the f__ out of my face. I don’t do this for anyone but ME! You are welcome to read, even to comment. If you trash my shit though, I’ll just delete your ass…Fairly warned…

I have decided to let these stand as they were written. The second poems listed first are just poems that filtered through on days when one wasn’t enough. No editing, only spelling corrections. Some of them aren’t bad; some really suck the big one. Some are cute, some are sad, and once in a while my brilliance blows me away. Take them for what they are and no more. If you’re here looking for literary excellence, move along. There really is nothing here for you if you expect perfection. I can’t claim to produce something that the Universe in all its wonder is incapable of creating.

SEPTEMBER

30 DAYS…..30 POEMS

Second Poems for September (or my mind runneth over with bullshit)

9/02/09

My World

My writing is my life

Maybe you don’t see it so.

Everywhere I see it

It’s every place I go.

There is so much I have to say.

I get so caught up in the form

Words they tease me in my dreams

My life is far from norm

I cannot hear a word you say

Writing is my world

Pictures, photos, drawings

It’s a deep, entangled swirl.

All around me is the fact

That others hear the sounds

Words so often in my dreams

I move on fragile ground

I’ve often written garbage

It’s the only way to see

The way things come together

It’s how I have to be.

9/15/09

Stupid Rhyme #2

I have a bell

It’s in my cell

I heard it knell

Across the hill

I took a spill

A fancy quill

Spilled my ink

Caught in a blink

My spirits sink

Aren’t you glad?

I’m no longer sad

I saw a cad

He was a meanie

Wore a beanie

He ate beef weenies

There you see

I can be

A poetic bee

Within a hive

The thoughts transcribe

Upon a wall

I had a ball

Standing so tall

Among my friends

My love I send

I can’t pretend

You are the one

I’ve had my fun

OUT with the sun!!!

September 1, 2009

Life Don’t Go!

Car don’t go

Truck don’t go

I don’t go

What is the point?

Point is simple.

I don’t go.

Truck don’t go.

Car don’t go.

Life is good.

Just don’t go.

September 2, 2009

Death by Rhyme

Work can be a bitch.

Sitting every day.

Working on the ‘puter.

No praises and no pay.

Words they don’t come easy.

They fill my head with goop.

They wander on the pages.

My mind is thick like soup.

Rhyming isn’t easy.

You’re crazy if you try.

Here I sit thinking.

One more stanza then I’ll die.

Not really, just in case.

You take it to extreme.

I’ve yet to see a death by poem.

Though it’s enough to make you scream.

There are so many words.

Of laughter, song, and grief.

They wander all through my mind

I’ll never see relief.

You may not like my rhyming

I don’t really care.

It’s thirty days of stanzas

I’ve taken up the dare.

September 3, 2009

12:15 a.m.

Midnight has come upon me

It very softly creeps

I should be in my bed now

I should be fast asleep

My mind is full awake

It doesn’t want to sleep

Thoughts rumble all around my head

Like the ocean dark and deep

I just figured I could sit here

Maybe pen a few quick lines

Whispers keep me wide awake

Should I heed these clear-cut signs?

That writing is a passion

A way to stand and say

My life is more than all of this

As I face the light of day

No one ever told me

No one put me on my guard

That writing takes your life in hand

Makes sleeping very hard

I think I’ll try to go to bed,

Lie still and close my eyes

Watch the words march across my lids

To sleep at last with a quiet sigh

So if you see my light burn bright

See shadows on my wall

It must be very, very late

So give a friendly call.

“Hey Lady, can’t you see?

The day has passed you by.

Abandon pen, throw out the pad

It’s enough to make me cry”

Maybe then I’ll listen.

I’ll turn off all the lights

I’ll burrow deep within my bed.

That’s it, my friend, good night.

September 4, 2009

Sinus

My head is full of icky stuff

Feels like it’s full of lead

Lying here beneath my sheet

I wish that I were dead.

Not really gone you see

But maybe better off

To watch my brains fall on the floor

Then go searching for a mop.

I’ve had many better days

When I didn’t feel so bad

Sometimes I danced in rainbows

Then wrote poems on my pad.

Today I just feel like crap

I sit, chin resting on my hand

There is so much pain right now

Like a heavy metal band

Pounding noise against my lids

It makes me want to hurl

No one understands this

I’ve been called a silly girl.

Nothing seems to match

The pain behind my face

I’ve burrowed deep in my bed

Into shadows made of lace.

Please tiptoe when you enter

Never slam the heavy door

Whisper soft and gentle words

My mind can’t take much more.

There are soft words I hear

They move through this painful daze

In darkness, I just lay here

My world a redden haze.

I can not take much more of this

My mind it burns to dust

This pain encircles everything

There is no one I can trust

Love would keep me gently

Trust would hold my hand

Then I could sleep once more sound

To wish I could, then see I can.

Maybe tomorrow will come

The sun will begin to shine

I can write my pretty words

On a day that’s finally mine

September 5, 2009

The weekend is upon us

Now it’s Saturday

I’ve got too many chores to do

No time to sit and play.

I worked all through the week

From Monday on with heart

I sat here at my ‘puter

School is a fretful start.

Sometimes I feel a tad too old

I feel it in my bones

But still I sit here typing

In this room I’m all alone.

I did not choose this wisely

I’m not sure I chose at all

It came upon me silently

I’m a victim, still I stall.

Fear is not my friend.

It’s a quiet, deadly beast.

It walks softly though my nightmares,

It keeps me from the feast.

A great time is held by all,

It’s a party, paper and quill.

Writing is the greatest thing

It robs you of sleep and will.

September 6, 2009

The Project

Today I finished a project

It kept me up at night

I juggled this, I jiggled that

I made it come out right.

I thought that I was over

Ever having to relearn

All the things I used to know

By knowledge I’ve been burned.

I feel just like a child

I struggle every day

To learn the stuff I need to

Thing to help me on my way.

September 7, 2009

Labor Day

Labor Day, a day of rest

To remember those who we are

A country built on immigrants

A place that’s come so far

We should remember all of those

Who work hard every day

Just as a lot of us

I feel I’ve lost my way.

A while ago I was one,

I did what I was told.

The day job up and left me,

Left me sad and cold.

Here I sit on Labor Day

All alone, the truth be told.

I spend extra time with loved ones

It’s more valuable than gold.

September 8, 2009

My One big Thing

I’m not sure what it is

I’ve heard that we all have it

I’m just not sure where it is

What, how, if I want it.

Maybe it’s a thing

It could be a chore.

It could be my favorite

Or even make me bored.

I’m not going to look

I’ll wait until it finds me

No matter what, where or when

This hope will be my key

No matter where I go

No matter what I see.

Eventually it all comes round

It’s must a thing that’s just foe me.

September 9, 2009

The WORD for today is F-E-A-R!!!!!

Fear is a tough word

Fuck- it plans my every move

I am afraid of many things

I’m stuck inside this groove.

You can’t tell me to be brave

It’s not a thing I know

I walk in shadows all the time

Fear follows like a crow

You know the bird I speak of

Said to bring back a soul from death

That damned thing keeps following

I’m running out of breath.

Maybe I should not run

Maybe I should sit and wait

Face my fears, call them out

Then leave them at the gate.

September 10, 2009

I lost a day somewhere

I’m not sure where it went

Maybe I’m just wishing

To the future I’ve sent.

I thought today was yesterday.

I really truly did.

It scares me very much you see

I’m not sure what I did.

Did I walk in slumber?

Did I see something great?

I can’t really tell you.

My mind is like a grate.

Things fall down around me.

I loose more every day.

I guess it is the way of age.

There is nothing more to say.

Somewhere is the aging fog.

I still feel the way I was.

Then I wake to reality

So as like is, like does.

Age is not a thing

That is easily controlled

It can be a thing of beauty

It is a deep part of my soul.

Yesterday I walked in youth.

You all know the feeling

I wake this morning, at my age

It leaves my poor mind reeling.

I will walk in beauty

No matter where I go

I stand tall and straight

Never to bend low

You can see my words

You can even walk my steps

But no one knows more than me

I’ve lived with no regrets.

September 11, 2009

DONE!!!

I’m finally done

I passed the class

I’m leaning on the keyboard

Sitting on my ass.

I never thought I’d see the end.

I feel just like a kid

On and upward, here I go

Of terror I am rid.

I didn’t think I’d make it

I was afraid of failing

It’s over now and done with

My days will be smooth sailing

September 12,2009

STUPID RHYME

Any day’s a good day

Here is how you say

I have lost my way

I don’t know where I lost it.

So here I stiffly sit

All my lights are lit.

Lift goes to the top.

Not even one stop.

I can’t even find

My spring is unwined

No where can I go

No life that I can sow

I sit in the last row

This is my life to hoe

Now I’m gonna quit

That’s all friends, it finite

September 13,2009

Fucked it up!!!

Lost a day, I tell you

It really has to suck.

I’m wandering in limbo.

I whisper ”What the fuck?”

Yesterday it left me.

I never even knew

Past the top of my head

Out the window it flew

Was it really special

I guess I’ll never know

Just waltzing through my hours

Going with the flow.

Like a mist it moved

I hardly even felt it

The past is now today

I think I’d like to sell it.

It really isn’t mine

I really should have told you

Instead I wait for tomorrow

A time of rendezvous.

September 14, 2009

Sweet is the Name

Sweet is the name of mother.

I knew her very well.

No one knows our heartache.

No one knows this hell.

We shared a life of secrets.

I left and went my way.

In her heart she understood.

Today’s another day.

She’s gone from my life now.

The legacy she left me.

Strength in every task I try

Hope in the every where I see.

I never really thanked her.

I’m not sure that she knew.

Who I am is who she was.

That part of it’s true.

Glorious is the name

I think I’ll call it mother

She was very dear to me

Taught me like no other

September 15, 2009

Angst

It’s all around me

It trembles in the air

I feel that I’m the only one

I would face it if I dare.

It scares me down into my bones

It plays upon my heart

I hear mostly sounds of battle

That is the hardest part

All around my body’s failing

Like it’s given up the fight

It’s trying hard to hibernate

I’m hiding from the light.

What is this beast that chases me?

Is it only in my dreams?

It’s hard to live a life like this.

I’m softer than I seem.

Sleepless nights and weird bright days,

These things I just can’t seem to face

They chase me through the darkness

I’ve yet to find a place that’s safe.

Someday soon, just maybe

I will understand

What the world wants of me

And lend a helping hand.

September 16, 2009

The Path

I’m standing on a tightrope

I’ve walked from perch to perch

Never knowing where I’m going

It’s a long frustrating search.

All through my mind I’ve looked

I search everywhere I can

It’s lost in mist and mystery

This never was my plan.

To be everything I should be

To walk every tiny path

Looking to find reasons to keep from being sad.

Life has been good to me

I have everything I need

Here and now, this and that

Where does the searching lead?

To some deep and dark time

Deep within my very soul

A place so deep and hollow

It leaves my heart stone cold.

It was not my intention

To be a part of this

To stand alone on craggy cliffs

It was not my solemn wish.

I came here as I often do

I sat upon this stone

Knowing all my lonely faults

Can one ever really atone?

For being just so human

It’s become another day

I’m here in the sunrise

Now its time to find my way.