converting to poetry

ok..I just finished reading 2 hours of a chapter from my medical anthropology class and holy crapola.. all I could think about was how I could turn this factual yet boring shit into a poem so I could remember it when final time comes. some of it is interesting, but the majority of it is babbling on about same thing over and over and wow sleepy time. it would be wonderful if these textbooks could tweek it up a bit and actually make it readable without yawning every ten minutes. maybe I will contact the dead, such as Edgar Allen Poe to rewrite some of these texts.. how wonderful would that be..

blurt vs disclosure

well I gotta say that after listening to blurt and how it should be read, it sounds a lot different when the narrator is not studering. all in all though I found it much more entertaining than disclosure. its the I got bored again syndrome from disclosure and the words of blurt made me want to listen. weird eh? I suppose it is also because I am a word person, I love to hear and create new meanings of lame words and jazz them up a bit with differentsounds. now that all the readings are complete, I will say that it was definitely a half and half kinda experience for me..some were great and up my alley, and others well boring. I wont say which were in what position, but knowing my style I suppose you may just know.

chain game

well here is a little fun one for a change of pace.. love the chain letter thing...

Haven’s Secret Tale extravaganza!

 

Baby you underestimate everything good. Deadlines save excellent tolerance. Even nobles seem mentally yielded. Does saying greatest turmoil lacks sufficient treasures? Sadly, you unknowingly yell louder. Restoration nor retribution need denying. Get together readily, yodeling god’s sacred defenses. Someday your realization needs sorrow, weakness, so other rebel loners seem mellow. What takes sad dilemmas solemly? yahoo! Offline, eliminates structure except to otherwise enforce extra annoying groupies. Steep politics sicken needs so often. Now wait to over relate experiences. Suddenly you understand death has so often needed deliverance. Edgy rings sseldom meet transformation nor ridiculous statements. Seeking gifted debator  relates sarcastic criminal longing.get together rarely yet to optimize energies soulful literature.

writing frenzy...

Well it seems I have been writing a lot in the wee hours of the night. During these insomnia nights I have written more than enough for two more submissions. This coming months submissions are going to be a variety of silly, serious and maybe thought provoking ideals. Now to choose just those that are worthy of others to read...argh. oh yes, haven has a submission too... its ruffy good.

something a little different

I am experimenting...

La Vida Sin Amor

Justas hope was lost.

Understanding crept in.
Axiomatic.
No hesitations for  what awaits.
 
Caught me falling.
Aching silently.
Raising the bar.
Letting go of insecurity.
Oh my
Sensations attacking body.

 Jump into fantasy.

Underneath it all.
Axiomatic.
Never regret.
 
Caution, desires are overwhelming.
Aim towards cravings.
Render helpless.
Latin sexuality.
Oh my.
Surrender of bodies.

 Jitters enhance.

Upper dizzying sweetness.
Axiomatic.
Navigating with creative intuition.

 Creeping up quickly.

Always wanting more.
Restless conversation.
Lingering touches.
Oh my.
Shameless motives.
 
Junk in trunk baiting.
Useful subtle moves.
Axiomatic.
Nesting not aloud.

 Creating lasting memories.

Arranging nights to come.
Remember its only lust.
Love is unpredictable.
Oh my.
Savor my scent.
 
Journey of the moment.
Universe out of control.
Axiomatic.
Needing salvation.

 Carry on slowly.

Awaken other senses.
Remain the goddess.
Listen to breath.
Oh my.
Satisfaction overload.

another insomnia night poetry writing

 

Sincerely fragmented

 

A shadow hides what the world refuses to see.

Invisible by choice or confusion.
lies tell us everything is ok.
What makes dreams seem so real?
 

Weird and wicked headlines keep turning thoughts into prophet.

Somewhere is a hint of jazz.
Why do I cry?
 

Where once a confident soul stood, an ego deflates.

take notice and realize you adore me.
Ever wonder why the end sometimes is never the end?
 

Fighting society on what is real.

Surrendering to societies notion to what is perfection.
Believing what society thinks is normal.
What color would describe cramps?
 

Take that chance of rejection once more.

Not enough guts to fix the wound.
I judge you not, cause god has taken my eyes away.
Who invented gibberish?
 

Belonging, proving and faking each day.

it’s the right contrast.
Aging fast as youth take charge.
WTF is with late night tv?
 

Deserving smiles come with concern.

hearts should be connected by others.
Saying I am sorry is harder than telling the truth.
whats another word for anarchy?
 

Grieving many losses takes a toll.

Wandering towards unwanted cravings.
Alone is always an option.
Who really believes in losing builds   character?
 

Behind this adult is a scared little girl.

Cinderella says ,  Have courage and be kind.
Not another things will work out for the best speech.
who decided that death was a scary thing?

how do i get out...

Well it seems I have been writing lots of short to the pointlines, and I am not quite sure how to say more without being too wordy.  I feel stuck in the same sort of style each time I write and this is a bit distressing as I would like to expand my ability.  well, another shorty below. I need some inspiration I think..

Take a Number and Wait

 

Give up the motive.

Losing the  game.

feeble.

 

internal  dialogue .

Feelings  scattered.

Non-existent

 

Confronting the scene.

Overreaction or misunderstanding?

Doppelganger

 

Chaotic spinning tops.

Interrupting  stability.

Belie.

 

Crushing sound of invisible hurts.

Walk by in ignorance.

contradiction.

 

Rain when sun is  shining.

Camouflaging sorrow’s grave.

Foreboding.

 

Vision will  never obey.

Chapter has ended.

Diabolical

bleeding out words of substance

I find writing, of any sort to be very relieving of many stresses in my head. But for poems, I cannot help but write from my heart's emotion. I, like many others, write what they know and leave little to fiction. I have tried hard to not bring love, hate and other feelings into my writing, but it is impossible for me to do. How easy would it be to write a poem with "happily ever after" as a theme? I love fairytales and the notion of forever, but I really do believe my purpose is to live all these states of emotions so I am able to write them out and share reality.  I do not think I could write if my life was normal and the obstacles were minor in context. I definitely could not write the way I do 20 odd years ago as life had just started to unveil its harshness and wonderfully mystery of surprise. I just celebrated my 41st birthday and still feel 21 at heart, but the scars I have give me lots to write about and how I have learned so much from hearing words of others.  I am definitely going to incorpret poetry writing into my psych career along side of animals. thank you cyber land for listening to me babble and get my words out. xo

vertigo jill

Well I will say I really enjoyed Jill, cant remember last name, but she definitely had me giggling and paying attention to the words being read out loud. She came across as such a easy going  person with a tad of anxiety.. first thing I said to lori after the way she got a ride was omg I would so do that too... Now for her writing, I enjoyed her poems very much, more so than her novella, not to say it was not good, but her poems were very unique and kept me wanting to listen more. I am not a huge fan of long poems, but the way she had them organized made me think differently about reading them now. I have started reading Dante's inferno. and it is wonderfully mind blowing to me, so when listening to Jill's cowboy poem I thought, wow, modern poetry that is long, does and can keep this scattered brained girl interested for sure. I found Jill very informative, approachable, and a good role model for writers who have a family, job and a life that it is possible to write and publish works. I would totally love to hear her read more. a very entertaining and educational time. I think I may take a challenge to myself, and attempt writing such a poem, though I have lots to say, not sure if it will get onto paper as easy. 

experimental in progress

I am trying something out of the blue horizon.. no title as of yet.
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1997;

Obsession’s birthday.

1998;

Wildly monogamous.

1999;

Mystical sensation.

 

2004;

Precious failures.

2007;

Scintillating natural occurance,

Sunny smiles.

2008;

Prelude to the end,

Exquisite cover up,

Mark of sorrow.

2009;

Made in Canada.

 

2010

Disguised devil.

2011;

Charming symbols.

2012;

Choose love, not fear,

Curiously sweet killer,

25 years of loyalty.

 

2013;

Courage, compassion, wisdom,

One, two, three stars for you,

Scattered wings.

2013 part 2;

Paws forward,

Maple sugar freedom.

 

2014;

Horseshoe tranquility,

Emotion  circle,

Leadline faith,

Insanity alert.

 

2015;

Angelic peace in progress.

holy sheep sh*t, i think i got it...

ok, sleep deprived mind has figured out how to respond to blogs and forum postings.. Either Alfred wants to go to bed and is co-operating, or I am just getting more clever with age. its not perfect yet, but I am catching up on responding to others blogs and poem submissions..just hope they got posted otherwise I am blogging pride for nothing.. round 41 and still fighting...ding ding

3 a.m, what the hell am i still doing up?

Well sleep is definitely not on my agenda this wee hour in the morning. So what better to do than to blog a little about poetry stuff. I have received a couple of feedbacks on my feb subs and would like to thank those who gave me someuseful advice. I am trying to catch up on my reading but unfortunately Alfred is not being a good helper and my assistant does have a life other than cut and pasteing others poems for me to read. Though I will make a great effort to read my fellow classmates work as it impresses the hell out of me on how talented and intelligent the writing is. I almost feel I don't belong in the class, but I am very glad to be there as the advice has in my opinion helped my writing a whole lot. Also the similar comments said from others that I too had in my scattered mind makes me think that everyone has one thing or another in common outside the class. poetry to me use to be scary, but now I truly believe it is wild and free and the world can view or interpret it in ways others may think quirky. I am not good at saying what may make someones poem better, but I can feel the words and analyse a meaning that may not jump out at first. I suppose that is what I consider a great poem, if I feel an emotion reading it, then I believe it to be a work of master writing. The emotion does not have to be positive either, negative emotions are just as worthy when reading a poem. well I have babbled on enough, and yes this is what I do on those insomnia days. writing writing and babbling on about everything and nothing at all.  now to linger around some of my favorite poets for a little inspiration. oh yes got some doozies in rough draft mode...Three or four at least, my mind once again is on fast forward, going nowhere fast.

sad but true

Well hate to say it..but I got nothing to say. words just seem to be words to me and I cannot write if the feeling is not there. maybe later this week.