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•ӝ Ӝ the monster in the dark {redux}

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the monster in the dark

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always there ~

felt rather than seen
manifested in fear…
gripping one’s heart
so tight
it’s impossible to breathe

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always there ~

in the knowledge
that happiness
won’t last…
can’t last…
it’s not deserved

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always there ~

in the back of  the mind
constantly
eating away…
eroding confidence…
until it’s merely bravado

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always there ~

ready…
waiting…
hungry
to take control…
to sabotage

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always there ~

insecure…
defensive…
arrogant…
hurting anyone
who gets too close

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always there ~

the monster
in the dark…
the monster
who is
me

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originally posted  1 May 2011

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image  by  Big Fat Rat
some rights reserved

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Photograph by Brett Hatfield

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lily

seemingly pure

simple  …yet elegant

sensuous shape  …luscious scent

sublime

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like you…

 potent aphrodisiac

tempts me to touch…     caress

my one desire

…Lily

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spring begins 20 March 2012 and in celebration over the next few days i will be posting a few old and new poems featuring flowers……  there is something quite sensual about them, don’t you agree?

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“Smile”   Lily Allen

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originally posted 5 May 2011

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to learn more about calla lilies click here

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this form of  poetry is a  mirror Crapsey’s cinquain  ~

Crapsey’s cinquains were invented by the American poet  Adelaide Crapsey  and are 5 Line poems utilizing an increasing syllable count in the first four lines:

line one – 2 syllables
line two – 4 syllables
line three – 6 syllables
line four – 8 syllables
line five – 2 syllables

a reverse Crapsey’s cinquain contains 5 lines with a syllable count of  2/8/6/4/2

a mirror Crapsey’s cinquain consists of  a cinquain followed by a reverse cinquain

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NaBloPoMo Soup

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“Smile”   Lily Allen

lyrics ~

When you first left me
I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door
What’d you do that for?
What’d you do that for?

When you first left me
I didn’t know what to say
I’ve never been on my own that way
Just sat by myself all day

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end

Now you’re calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
It’s only because you’re feeling alone

At first, when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah, it makes me smile

At worst, I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile

Whenever you see me
You say that you want me back
And I tell you it don’t mean jack
No, it don’t mean jack

I couldn’t stop laughing
No, I just couldn’t help myself
See you messed up my mental health
I was quite unwell

I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found a light in the tunnel at the end

Now you’re calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
It’s only because you’re feeling alone

At first, when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah, it makes me smile

At worst, I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la

At first, when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah, it makes me smile

At worst, I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile

At first, when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah, it makes me smile

At worst, I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile

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Ꮂ •Ꮗ• Ꮂ fallen angel {élargi}

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i recognized him as a fallen angel
from the singed tips
of his still smoking wings,
a broken halo
lying on the ground

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the angel turned his head
and i could see the anguish in his eyes
no need for words to be spoken
nothing i could do to help
his banishment was final

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ah, my love, my fallen angel
i wish that i could heal
your wounded heart
what sin did you commit, i wonder
to be exiled from Heaven?

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did you realize
you were standing at the crossroads?
was this your solitary crime
or had you been warned not to continue
along your path to self-destruction?

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i hear your silent lament
your wretched soul
looking for salvation
too late….     too late….
your banishment was final

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ah, my love, my fallen angel
if  it were within my power
to gift you with innocence
would you so desire?
flying straight to Heaven
without a thought
for mankind?

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  mayhap a truer gift
would be a life
on Earth
with me

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*the first three verses were originally posted 22 December 2010 and the remainder was written for this posting

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this song has nothing to do with the poem, it is a Christmas song which i enjoy listening to even though i cannot understand the words. i hope you will like it, too. the first version is acapella and the second is traditional. song lyrics are at the bottom of  this post.   Happy Holidays!


Carol of the Bells [Acapella] by Barlow Girl [Lyrics]    /   awesomelyxrandom

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Carol of the bells – Christmas song    /     never2without3

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this is my submission to these FABulous sites for poets~

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Open Link Night Week 23     at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
submit a new or old poem

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Open Link Monday   at   imaginary garden with real toads
submit a new or old poem

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Solitary   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:   Solitary

thank you for the great prompt, Mary!

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The Poetry Pantry #80     at     Poets United
they are accepting submissions HERE for their second poetry anthology by 15 January 2012
submit a new or old poem

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Prompt #136   at    Carry on Tuesday
prompt:   use all or part of  ”Standing at the Crossroads”
the opening line from Eric Clapton’s 1974 hit ‘Let it Grow’

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The Poetry Picnic Week 18    at   The Gooseberry Garden
prompt:   “Snow, December, Winter Vacations, and Wildness
one can submit a new or old poem

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Thursday 22 December 2011    at    Theme Thursday
prompt:   Gift

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMo

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Carol of  the Bells

lyrics ~

Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away.
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, (meek and the bold)
Ding, dong, ding, dong, that is their song,
With joyful ring, (all caroling)
One seems to hear words of good cheer
From everywhere, (filling the air)
O, how they pound, raising the sound
O’er hill and dale, telling their tale

Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, christmas is here!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!

On, on they send, on without end
Their joyful tone to every home
(Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away.)
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, (meek and the bold)
Ding, dong, ding, dong, that is their song
With joyful ring, (all caroling.)
One seems to hear words of good cheer
From everywhere, (filling the air)
O, how they pound, raising the sound
O’er hill and dale, telling their tale

Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, christmas is here!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!

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across the room

black hair hanging to her waist

streaks of  white reflecting the light

she turned and looked into me

with sea-green eyes

i knew

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“Wild Thing”   The Troggs   /    Audio4You

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this is my submission to ~

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The Poetry Picnic Week 18    at   The Gooseberry Garden
prompt:   “Snow, December, Winter Vacations, and Wildness
one can submit a new or old poem

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMo

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“Wild Thing”   The Troggs

lyrics ~

Wild thing… you make my heart sing…
You make everything
Groovy
I said wild thing…

Wild thing, I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on, hold me tight
I love you

Wild thing…you make my heart sing…
You make everything
Groovy
I said wild thing…
Wild thing, I think you move me
But I wanna know for sure
So come on, hold me tight
You move me

rights belong to Universal Music Group (UMG)

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long, long ago in a kingdom far, far away lived an acceptable looking prince who was preoccupied with….   well, nothing really.  he was content with his life and held no aspirations.

the old king spoke to the prince one day:  “son,  you gotta get married and you gotta marry a princess with a rich dowry. we’re underwater on the castle mortgage and our credit score sucks.”  his mother, the queen, chimed in “we have enough jewels left to throw a grande ball and find you a rich wife.”  the prince knew his duty to his family and the kingdom.  he could only hope that they could find someone quickly. of  course, he also wished for someone charming, beautiful, fun and, most importantly, sweet.  invitations went out at once {air fare and accommodations not included.}

the night of  the ball arrived and so did every eligible princess for hundreds of  miles around.  one stood out from all the rest ~ unique,  dancing as she walked,  singing as she talked.  good fortune came with her, for her mother’s queendom was the richest on the seven continents.  the prince spent the entire evening in her company and she appeared to like him, too.  one trait did seem a tad worrisome ~ it happens a lot in royal families {what with the small gene pool and no penicillin for conditions like syphilis.}  she was quite mad as a hatter. {oops, wrong fairy tale…  sorry.}

at midnight, the king and queen were delighted when the couple came to them asking permission to be married. the queen said there was just one condition ~ the princess must spend the night in the guest room.  it meant giving up her deposit on a room at the local inn, but other than having to climb a ladder to reach the top of  the pile of  mattresses, the princess thought nothing of  it.  at breakfast the next morning, she looked exhausted and the prince appeared to be in pain. “whatever is the matter?” asked the king.

“what do you suppose?” snapped the princess sweetly “i could get no sleep with the sound of  water dripping all night.” “and i’m sore from having to pee on the mattresses from midnight until sunrise” whined the prince.  shaking her head, the queen looked aghast at her son. “no, no! i said place a pea on the mattresses, not pee on them!”

the prince and princess were married the following Sunday. they built their own castle with indoor bathrooms on every floor and went on to have seven very loony, very sweet children….. and they lived happily ever after.

  this story’s moral ~

give your all for true love’s sake

…except bodily fluids

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“The Princess and The Pea”   /    PrincessMusicSource

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this is my submission to these FABulous sites for poets ~

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Friday Picture Prompt     at      imaginary garden with real toads 
prompt:  Image above and “UN-Fairytales” from 11 November 2011

thank you for the fun prompt, Kerry!

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Occupy THIS   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:   Occupy/Preoccupied/Occupation

thank you for the great prompt, Chris!

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The Thursday Think Tank #78     at     Poets United
they are accepting submissions HERE for their second poetry anthology

prompt:   write something new

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Thursday 15 December 2011    at    Theme Thursday
prompt:   Sweet

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Prompt #297   at   Sunday Scribblings
prompt:    Fairytale

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