CREATIVE LITTER

CREATIVE LITTER

I have to blow through
A lot of fuses, and
Refuse a lot, too,
Burning through
Lots of refuse,
Blowing, burning,
And refusing through
That, too,
Then re-selecting, reworking,
And re-tooling
Even previously-refused
Piled-high refuse,
Re-tooling THAT and
Refusing It YET again,
Hoping to eventually
End up with
Any Old Garbage
I can first refuse
Then, ultimately,
If I’m very lucky,
Dumpster Dive
And pick over
A whole landfill of
Scraps Spaghetti Confetti
To discover a tiny little bit
Of infinitesimal filthy dirt,
Soiled then Re-Spoiled
Enough to actually
Be of Any Use.

It’s either that or throw it on
The Giant Heap of Rotting Trash
And let it decompost naturally.


[PS. Where do you think
I found YOU?]

The Salt From Tears

THE SALT IN TEARS

Tears are important, too.

When I travel down a deep dark tunnel into a fathomless black hole of despair, I rely on my tears to remind me
I’m still a soul,
sitting in a body,
feeling sad right now.

Tears anchor and tether me; both are equally salvationary.

Regarding Sources of Poetic Inspiration

This could literally save lives! People Everywhere who have cried Too Much Salt in Too Many Tears won’t be forced to Blindly Search for a “Quick Fix” or a “Fast Replace” with Notorious Vexter, Visine.

At least not Anymore, they won’t.

[I told you folks SHE did it all day;
It keeps me awake and
Gives ME a Terrible Headache!

DEJA VU/MADONNA-WHORE

DEJA VU: MADONNA-WHORE

I tried to spare my More Serious Readers My Darker and Lustier Sides by creating two separate Instagram accounts and separating my poems/accounts as follows:

1. “Serious” and/or “Seriously Sunny” or
2. “Seriously Dark” and/or “Seriously Slutty.”

The end result?

I sound like an irredeemable degenerate on one and a sanctimonious prick on the other.

Once again, once again.

Regarding Taste

REGARDING TASTE

It may be a cliché,
but it’s true all the same
When pencil-pushers state:
“There’s no Accounting for Taste.”

Not being a snob here, but the first example I could find on short notice
Exhibit B; I just need it explained to me. Then again, neither of has the time to waste, and we’ve already agreed there’s no accounting for taste, so this silly meal probably only tastes good TO ME – at least in probability,
MY SNARKY EXHIBIT C; forgive me, I can’t help myself.

The Hand

The Hand’s Inspiration


I used to be a Somebody
Who’s now content as Nobody
She sits around and speaks in Rhyme
To herself for ALL the time.
Does she burn with growing madness?
Or are Much Words a sign of Gladness?
I will never understand;
I’m just the owner of the Hand.

(Thanks @xposureon for the photo)

THOUGHT BUBBLES… All The Way Up

Inspiration seems to be the Inspiration today❣️

THOUGHT BUBBLES…ALL THE WAY UP:
“Inner Effervesce”

Can’t build Art from Artifice:
The only schools for birthing fish
Are Seas of Vulnerability.
In depths You’ll find the Muse You Hide.
Stimulates Your Softer Side,
Releasing Secrets Trapped Inside.
Unleashed freedom gives Free Reign,
Bouncing UnBoxed Jack Away,
Loosing Inner Effervescence;
Bubbled Thoughts have Much To Say!

RECIPE FOR A POETIC SOUL


I. MUST BE

•Fully right-brain
•Fully left-brain
•Overly-Sensitive to Light
•Unafraid of the Dark

II. MUST POSSESS

1. A PAST Littered With:
•Mistakes
•Traumas
•Regrets
•Memories of Extasy

2. A PRESENT Marked By:
•Pervasive, Persistent Longing
•Innumerable Unmet Needs
•Building Frustration
•Mounting Tension
•Growing Childishness, and an
•Increasing Focus Inwards.

3. A FUTURE Colored by:
•Tides not Turning
•Limited Options
•Fear and Loathing Everywhere
•Faded Beauty, and
•An Inability to Dream Anymore

III: MUST HAVE

•Broad Vocabulary
•Limited Resources
•Hungry Heart
•Thirsty Soul

BAKE FOR AT LEAST 25 YEARS IN TEMPS AS HOT AS HELL (or 900 degrees, to be safe).

Thank You, CyberPoets

I write so many words for you
I never even followed through
By Reading Who I follow, too;
I spent my ink Ejecting Ghosts,
Forgot My Reads Improve My Wrotes.
Why’d it take so long see
Plethor-plosive posts of Poetry?
THERE’S SO MUCH FRUIT RIGHT HERE TO EAT!!
Observing ways You must Express
Longing-Passion-Much Duress-
Fear-Regret-and -tenderness,
I wish I’d not delayed My Start
To view the Lovely Works of Art
On CyberBoulevards of Poetry;
Where “Betterness” the Muse for Me.

(Thanks for the photo, Andreas Fickl)

My Winner

I can’t wait! My favorite is NOT the one I burned the most minutes on!!

It’s the micropoem called MUCH PONDERING and my second favorite is the longer HYPOTHETICALLY.

I’d love to know which of the 6 is YOUR favorite❣️

Poetic Creativity Exercise: QUESTIONS

<<This is a series of 3 posts, identifiable by the image atop. I gave myself a challenge while standing in the kitchen today, waiting for my dog to go potty outside (he’s sneaky, so I had a full 90 minutes)>>

Challenge: Create as many poems in 90 minutes I’d be willing to share
Topic: Questions
Results: 2 regular – not epic – poems and 4 micropoems. This is Long #1, Long 2 is on the way and Micropoems have been delivered! All are united by the same image.

INQUIRY
In seeking truth, we ponder
Questions held; “Why,” I wonder?
Mysteries remain concealed
Staying Dark, they will not yield
The treasure they’ve conspired to hide,
So close your eyes or hold inside
These relentless remonstrations,
Queries and interrogations.
Why not seek them for yourself?
You claim without them “Life is Hell.”
So search for Truth and hunt It down
Look high and low; It WILL be found!

I plan to discuss this exercise in my Video of the Week!!

(Photo courtesy of @l.aup)

Poetic Creativity Exercise: QUESTIONS

<<This is a series of 3 posts, identifiable by the image atop. I gave myself a challenge while standing in the kitchen today, waiting for my dog to go potty outside (he’s sneaky, so I had a full 90 minutes)>>

Challenge: Create as many poems in 90 minutes I’d be willing to share
Topic: Questions
Results: 2 regular – not epic – poems and 4 micropoems. The micropoems are all listed on this post; the two longer poems will each have their own post, United by the same image.


FENCE FOR TRUTH
I sit upon no Fence for Truth
Whose Value I’m committed to;
It clears my mind and cleans the view,
Ejecting doubts that linger, too.

THE KEY, PLEASE
You claim to hold the key
To Life’s eternal quandaries.
If these truths are within reach
Why not share your Key with me?

I’LL MARRY YOU
If you should have a clue
Of answers to my queries
I’ll even say “I DO”
And promise You to Marry.

MUCH PONDERING
Some folks are smart, extremely wise,
They hold a vault of gold inside,
Paid for with much pondering,
It leaves me thinking, wondering:
Is a quest for Questioning
Answered by an Answering?

I plan to discuss this exercise in my Video of the Week!!

(Photo courtesy of @l.aup)

WHY CLEAR THE SKY?

I wonder why you ask as if
You already know the answer?
I wonder why you pull me close
If mounting mental distance?
I wonder why you slow down Love
When passion now increases?
And why must you Intoxicate
To soberly consume Me?
I wonder why you tease and promise with
A mind bent on Betrayal?
And why cloak words in Mystery
If clouded questions clear the sky
So you can then forsake me?

(Photo courtesy of @anthonytran)