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the beast in YOU …not me

being

H U M A N

does  not  ex

cuse  Your  be

have-ior

we   SAY

we  are   “just”

mis………………stood

UNDER

accused  of  a

FALSE   hood

 

living  in  a

 

2nd

child   HOOD

 

or  enTITLEd

to   A

 

GOD

…..HOOD

 

no…..

 

no…..

 

no…..

 

W E   are

 

I  I  I

 

AM

 

…..good

 

…..Good

 

..

GO

OD

!!

 

 goddDAMNitt

just  WHO  the  fuck  do  you

tHInk  you  are?  you have

NO

 

right  to

 

JUDGE

 

ME

  !bitch

  !witch

     !be  itch

 

y.  o.  u.

 

brought  this

 

on

 

your

SELF

 

 

it’s  your

OWN

fault  that  I  HAVE

to treat  YOU  this

way

 

it’s  your  fault

 

YOUR   fault

 

it’s  all  your  fault

 

ALL   Y O U R   FAULT

 

NOT  my  FAULT

 

NOT  my  FAULT

 

it’s  NOT  my  FAULT

 

IT  is  NOT   MY   fault

 

not  MY   fucking    f a u l t

 

it’s  never  MY  fault


“Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”   The Animals

artwork ~   “Monster in Blue Space”   Vajda Lajos
{  public domain }

i am participating in ~

Prompt No. 4:  Animal;   Form:  Concrete Poetry;   Device: Enjambment
for   Writing 201:   Poetry!
Blogging University Presented by
The Daily Post
on WordPress.com

at last!  a day when i  followed the prompt,  the form and the device!  although i  did stray to  “visual”  concrete poetry form { or poésie concrète in French,  i love the way that sounds }  rather than  “shape” ~ this happens to be my favorite poetry form plus i love the use of  enjambments.  i enjoy the form so much that it never matters to me if  what i write is any good or not.  {smile}  thank you,  Ben,  for such an exciting day of  writing!

this is my submission to  ~

Poetry Pantry #240    at    Poets United
submit a new or old poem

thank you,  Mary

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✯ ☽☾ ✯ night descends {first poem ever posted} 5 year blog birthday

as the night descends

i  wrap darkness around me

and drift off  to sleep

✯ ☽☾ ✯

this is the  first poem posted to this blog on

12  February  2010

celebrating  my heart’s love songs  beginnings five years ago

i  am still amazed when people stop by

THANK  YOU!   to everyone who visits

this song is background to a slide show of   Vincent  van  Gogh’s  art

“Vincent (Starry Starry Night)”   Don McLean

artwork ~   “The Starry Night”   Vincent van Gogh
{ public domain }

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•Ψ• Sinnerman •Ψ•

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SMACK…  SPLAT…  SLAP…  SMACK…
Damn!  They were going to hear the sound of  his bare feet on the pavement even if  they couldn’t see him in the shadows of  the old factory!  What had happened to his shoes?  His memory was a jumbled mess of  blurry images…  all he knew for certain was that  “they”  were chasing him!

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CRACK…  RUSTLE…  SNAP…  CRACK…
R
unning in the forest at dusk was too dangerous!  He’d better stop until full dark if  he didn’t want to be discovered ~ every footfall crunched leaves or snapped a twig.  Breathing heavily,  he slid as far under the old tree root as he could get.  He covered himself  with the detritus of  the forest floor and hoped that no animal would catch the scent of  blood on him if  he fell asleep.

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SPLISH…  SPLOSH…  SPLASH…

Running through the stream under the full moon left him too exposed.  The glint off  of  the blade of  the knife clutched in his left hand might catch someone’s eye.  He paused long enough to bury it beneath a pile of  rocks in the shallow water.

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CRUNCH…  RATTLE…  SPLISH…  SLURP…

Running along the narrow pebbled bank of  the creek sent stones skittering off  into the grass and tumbling down into the water.  His foot slid along with the tiny rocks and,  before he knew what happened,  his left foot was sucked into the oozing mud.  He fell to his knees in the stream and thrust his hands up to the heavens.
“Help me,  Lord!”  he cried.  “I  have sinned but i am asking for your forgiveness.”
But the Lord God refused,  telling him  “GO TO THE DEVIL,  SINNERMAN!”

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HISS…  SPLAT…  SPLASH…

The smell of  sulfur burned his lungs…  trying to take shallow breaths,  he waded through the stream as it began to bubble and hiss at the edges,  his bare feet already blistering on the hot stones beneath the water.
“Lucifer!  Lucifer!”  he called out.  “I  beg sanctuary!  Tell me what I  must do!”
The Devil sneered and said  “OFF WITH YOU, FILTH!  GET OUT OF  MY SIGHT!”

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SHUFFLE…  SCRAPE…  SHUFFLE…  SCRAPE..

They had set the wolves on him.  He could hear the howling not too far away but his raw,  bloody feet could not move any faster.  Was it still the same night?  Or had he lost an entire day like he had lost his clothes and his memories?
Blood spurting onto walls…   onto the sheets…  onto him…
red,  crimson,  scarlet.  What you called it didn’t matter.
That bright vermilion spraying all over was the only clear memory he had.

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Clothed in naught but the darkness,  ol’  Sinnerman shook his head like a dog,  trying to get the sweat out of  his eyes.  Not that it mattered if  he could see.  Rejected by both Jehovah and Beelzebub…..      he had nowhere to go.

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When even Lucifer

has shunned ye…..      Oh,  Sinnerman,

just what did you do?

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“Sinnerman”    Nina Simone

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the final paragraph/haikū-senryū  haibun portion beginning “clothed in naught…”  was originally posted  16 February 2012
the  “back story”  was published  at  Microstory A Week  11 April 2012  { my gratitude to  Steve Isaak }  { revised ever so slightly }

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artwork  ~   “Last Angel”   Nicholas Roerich
{  public domain }

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“Sinnerman”    Nina Simone

lyrics ~
{i think these lyrics are incomplete but hopefully not inaccurate.}

Songwriters:  Nina Simone

Oh, Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
 Sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All along dem day.

Well I run to the rock, please hide me.
I run to the Rock, please hide me.
I run to the Rock, please hide me, Lord.
All along dem day.

But the rock cried out, I can’t hide you.
The Rock cried out, I can’t hide you.
The Rock cried out, I ain’t gonna hide you guy.
All along dem day.

I said, “Rock, what’s a matter with you, Rock?”
“Don’t you see I need you, Rock?”
Lord, Lord, Lord.
All along dem day.

So I run to the river, it was bleedin’.
 I run to the sea, it was bleedin’.
 I run to the sea, it was bleedin’.
All along dem day.

So I run to the river, it was boilin’.
 I run to the sea, it was boilin’.
 I run to the sea, it was boilin’.
All along dem day.

So I ran to the Lord, please hide me, Lord.
 Don’t you see me prayin’?
 Don’t you see me down here prayin’?

But the Lord said, “Go to the devil.”
The Lord said, “Go to the devil.”
He said, “Go to the devil.”
All along dem day.

So I ran to the devil, he was waitin’.
 I ran to the devil, he was waitin’.
 I ran to the devil, he was waitin’.
All on that day.

I cried, power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Power

Bring down (Power to da Lord)
Bring down (Power to da Lord)
Bring down (Power to da Lord)
Bring down (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Well, I run to the river, it was boilin’.
 I run to the sea, it was boilin’.
 I run to the sea, it was boilin’.
All along dem day.

So I ran to the Lord I said,
“Lord hide me, please hide me.”
“Please help me.”
All along dem day.

He said, “Child, where were you
 When you ought a been prayin’?”
 I said,”Lord, Lord, hear me prayin’.”
 Lord, Lord, hear me prayin’.
 Lord, Lord, hear me prayin’.”
All along dem day.

Sinnerman you ought a be prayin’.
 Ought a be prayin’, Sinnerman.
 Ought a be prayin’.
All on that day.

I cried, power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)

Go down (Power to da Lord)
Go down (Power to da Lord)
Go down (Power to da Lord)

Power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)
Power (Power to da Lord)

Oh woh, power, power, Lord.
Don’t you know.
Don’t you know, I need you Lord?
Don’t you know that I need you?
Don’t you know that I need you?
Power, power, power, Lord.

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۳.۴ bound in these imperfect forms

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bound in these imperfect forms
beautiful though they may be

no angels we

mere mortals be

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we follow our

heart’s desires

giving in to tempt

-ations

longing for sin

-sations

too  fond of  adore
 -ation
    e-lation_____flirtation______masturba-tion
compensation
 rationaliz-ation
self-preservation

  sex-u-al
re-lation
-ships

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instant gratification

more important than re-demption
in the after
-life

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we think we can Avoid con-sequences

so

we

ignore

the   R

O

I

L

I

N

G

in

our

stomachs

and

GORGE

our
Selves

on

all

the

earthly pleasures

never

   seeking   tran-quil-i-ty

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we refuse to alter

our behavior

for the good of  others

or even______the Good

of

ourselves

and thus…..

we remain

۴

bound

۴

in

these

im-
perfect forms

. ۲ . ۳ . ۴ . ۵ . ۶ .

. ۲ . ۳ . ۴ . ۵ .

. ۲ . ۳ . ۴ .

. ۲ . ۳ .


“Hallelujah”  Jeff Buckley

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originally posted 12 June 2011 ~
{ i deleted one line and revised the “shape” of  the poem }

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a huge thank you to     Brenda Clews    {  @brendaclews  }  for allowing me the use of  another of  her stunning works of  art ~   “Women in Winter”  ~ i can only hope that she is satisfied with my poem to accompany such beauty.  see all of  her amazing artwork, poetry, videos and so much more at her wonderful website     Brenda Clews.com.   you can see my previous post with Brenda’s artwork     HERE{and an additional thank you, Brenda, for taking so much time to provide information on how to better achieve the “shape” i was after ~ i still have not learned code, but thanks to you i discovered my ‘doodles’ and have learned how to utilize the features which WordPress does offer for drafting posts.  you gave me an entirely new perspective on how i want to present my poetry.}

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my gratitude to the brilliant poet     Brian Miller   {  @bmiller007  }  who is one of  the original poets behind the truly amazing site   dVerse ~ Poets Pub.    click    HERE     to read his poem    “Operator, I…”     at his blog     waystationone.   not that i’m comparing my poem in the LEAST to his stunning work, but everything about it did influence me when writing this.  i hope that doesn’t insult him ~ i mean it as the highest compliment.   i know i will  NEVER be able to come within ten miles of  the talent Brian has.  on top of  that he’s a nice guy.  {thank you, brian, for all of  your support and encouragement as i explore shape poems. (smile) }

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i also used the following prompt ~

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a special thanks to  Mr. Walker of  Sadly Waiting for Recess.   for the final edition of  the Monday Prompt at   BIG TENT POETRY  {that unfortunately no longer exists}  he offered the prompt:   “bound in these imperfect forms”   which stuck in my mind ever since.

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songs i listened to while writing ~
“Hallelujah”     by  k.d. lang
“Hallelujah”     by  Jeff Buckley

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artwork  ~  “Women In Winter,  2009″   by  Brenda Clews
Oil paint, watercolour pencils, India ink on 300lb Arches watercolour paper, 75cm x 56cm, 29.5″ x 22″  Part of a series of 4 paintings, all with the same figure from the same lifedrawing class, each named after a season.

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“Hallelujah”

lyrics by Leonard Cohen

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
You don’t really care for music, do ya?
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well, your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
Well, she tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby, I’ve been here before
I’v
e seen this room and I’ve walked the floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
But I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Our love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above,
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

It’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not someone whose seen the light
It’s a cold and broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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∙∙ઇ •• ∙ calling all angels ∙ •• ઉ∙∙

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i am
i am all that i need

there may have been
( and this is rumour only )
there may have been
one time
one time i was in need

and in that time
that time of  need
( the one that’s rumour only )
perhaps
just perhaps,  mind you
a guardian angel
looked out for me

impossible to prove,  i say
i say,  impossible to prove

and as i was all alone
at the time
( the time that’s rumour only )
it cannot be proved

though the fact
that i am here
alive
today
may be all the proof
that’s needed

proof
that there is,  indeed,
an angel watching over me

i shall not tell you more
no,  i shall not tell

for
i am
i am all

all that i need
i am

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“Calling All Angels”    Train


“Calling All Angels 2″   k.d. lang and Jane Siberry

originally posted  2 February 2014

artwork ~   “The Angel”    Erte
{  fair use }

the following prompts were used to inspire this poem ~

Birthdays in February    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem for this mini-challenge about individualism


thank you,  Kerry!

and

Fireblossom Friday:  Calling All Angels    at    imaginary garden with real toads
prompt:   write a new poem about an angel in your life and title it “calling all angels”


thank you,  Fireblossom!

Poetics — Repeat Performance First Time Through    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition
{ please note ~ i even repeated the music video *smile* }

thank you,  Karin!

and

Poetics — Say It Again, Sam    at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   write a poem using repetition  { didn’t someone just say that? }

thank you,  Hedgewitch!

“Calling All Angels”    Train

lyrics ~

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you can feel the world shake from the words that I said

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

And I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up
I won’t give up if you don’t give up

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
Cause my tv set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels

When children have to play inside so they don’t disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we dont talk for years
And football teams are kissing queens and losing sight of having dreams
In a world where all we want is only what we want untill it’s ours

And I’m calling all angels
And I’m calling all you angels
And I’m calling all angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
And I’m calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels
(I won’t give up if you don’t give up)
Calling all you angels

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