The Modern-Day Poet

Most certainly not doing It in the car!

THE MODERN-DAY POET

She must talk to herself
ALL of the time,
And by her Own iPhone,
She must have been driven blind.

She ALLSO must ALLWAYS speak in Rhyme
(I know, I can’t stomach it Myself most of the time),
And A More Creative Method of Spelling
NO one should Never happen upon and find.

If that’s all set up,
Then “The Words Said By She”
Can NOW, Automatically,
Travel nonstop and
Highly-Targeted-Directly
From Word-to-Text
And Bot-to-Blog,
Then Blog-to-‘Gram
And back again,
To once again
Wordplay with Those
Who Jest The Best❣️

And please don’t breathe a
Word of This to Anyone,
But she could do “It Driving”

If IT wasn’t so dangerous!

Singing out of Toon

PLEAS EXCUSE MY QUESTIONABLE GIFT OF SPEAKING IN CARTOON

I’d love to munch on a bunch of Bug’s Buddies,
But I shy away from getting too wily with Coyote,
Especially since HIS idol is Casper the ghost.

I’d like to fly high with Superman,
But I’m too busy being a Wondrous Woman.
Come closer, but don’t leave your Delusions behind.
Can you keep a secret?

Here it is, and it’s coming from
A Sponge sitting Squarely in his Pants:
I can Scooby Doo!
Can You?
I can even Scrappy and Shaggy, too
!

Those “Blasted Kids”
Have always been
My favorite ‘Toon to Do.

REGARDING COURAGE

Putting on a “Brave Face”

COURAGEOUS, CONCENTRIC CIRCLES

I’ve insulated myself so much the last six months, my life has become a microcosm of one.

I don’t beat myself up about it because I know every step outside of one’s comfort zone (the narrower, the better) requires Geometric Courage.

And I DELIVER!

Courage isn’t ONLY as Courage Does, but Courage ALWAYS Begets More Courage!

All this Courage literally starts with a baby step (perhaps 9 months after that last rousing session of “begetting”?).

It’s irrelevant; Karaoke Season starts soon.

Bopping and Blogging Time After Time

HEY NOW❗️

WHAT’S GOING ON
I agree that most
GIRLS JUST WANT TO HAVE FUN.

Maybe One Girl doesn’t, but
SHE’S SO UNUSUAL and
SHE BOPS all day.
Which I can only aspire to!

And let’s not forget that
I have a ONE TRACK MIND❗️
So I’ll probably be Bopping Myself soon, too.

Or at least I hope so.
THAT’S WHAT I THINK anyway.

So, I’m hoping you’ll have a
CHANGE OF HEART.

If you recall,
The last time we were “Together”,
I DROVE ALL NIGHT,
ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

To get to You,
Many times and
On Multiple occasions.

Regardless of what happens,
I’M GONNA BE STRONG.

However, I’m currently experiencing A Popularity Bonanza,
Which doesn’t change the fact that:
MONEY CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Just as I’ve predicted
TIME AFTER TIME.

Money adds fuel to latent behaviors,
Releasing TRUE COLORS info the Atmosphere
On a daily basis.

THAT’S WHAT I THINK
All over again.

At least according to
My Own Opinion, So Unusual.

Getting a Clue

GETTING A “CLUE”!

Given the rise in popularity of the “True Crime” genre of entertainment, I decided to improve the Clue board game.


It didn’t seem – to ME, at least – that the theoretical mansion was particularly large or the theoretical murderers particularly adept. I decided to improve your play by adding new rooms (“crime scenes”) and killing objects (“murder weapons”). My generosity isn’t endless, however, so you’re still stuck with Miss Scarlet and Colonel Mustard.

CRIME SCENES:

Attic
Breakfast Room
Cabaña
Den
Eat-in kitchen
Family Room
Gym
Hobby Room
Indoor Pool
Java [the] Hut
Kitchen
Laundry
Media Room
Nursery
Office
Pantry
Quarters
Rumpus Room
Sunroom
Toilet
Underground Pool
Vault
Walk-in Closet
Xylophone Jam Room
Yard, Front/Back/Side/Prison
Zen Garden

MURDER WEAPONS:

Antifreeze
Bare hands
Candelabra Dagger
Electricity
Fire
Glass
Heroin
Icepick / Innuendo Jackknife
Kill Kit / Kindness Louisville Slugger
Mixed Martial Arts
Necktie
Overdose
Plutonium Quill
Rattlesnake
Sword
Talons/ Taser
Uzzi
Vibrator, X-tra Large Water
Y-incision
Ziplock Bag

P.S. YOU’RE WELCOME!!

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!

Generational Alphabet: Medium & Longer

GENERATIONAL ALPHABET

Gen A Means Androgygny.
Gen B: Bra Misogyny.
Gen C for All Cat Ladies.
G GenDer: Fluidity.
Gen Weird: Camp “Nuditity”.
Gen K for the Key Parties.
Gen P Parties Heartily;
Gen T those darn Tea Parties!
Gen U’s for the Underdog.
Gen V is for Vampire Love.
Gen Z: Zest most Youthfully.


EXPANDED GENERATIONAL ALPHABET‼️

Gen A Means Androgygny.
Gen B: Bra Misogyny.
Gen C for All Cat Ladies.
Wouldn’t wanna hit the the sack
With Gen’s D’s Double-Whammed Attack.
F GenDer: Fluidity.
Camp Weird: Gen “Nuditity”.
Gen K’s for the Key Parties.
Millennials have Lost their Keys
And Gen Me’s still a Mystery.
Gen P Parties Heartily;
Gen T dumped those Tea Parties!
Gen U’s for the Underdog.
Gen V is for Virtual Love
As well as Vulnerability.
Gen-X Longs for “Much More Sex.”
Gen Z’s Name is often “ZANE;”
Lives filled up with Zestful Days.
What Letter do you then select,
Grasp at straws then hunt and peck,
When New Gens Hit with fresh Impact?

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)

PREOCCUPATION

Last week I had to have a dental procedure performed by an ORAL SURGEON, which required I NURSE myself back to health afterwards.

It’s a good thing I’m no BRAIN SURGEON, since I’m such an ABSENT-MINDED PROFESSOR! I keep forgetting to take my antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. I’d share the names of these meds with you, but I’m no PHARMACIST!

I must STILL possess my wits, though, since people are always asking if I’m a ROCKET SCIENTIST. It’s a good thing I don’t let these queries go to my HEADMASTER!!

Instead, I humbly reply:
“No, I’m just a ROCK STAR at my job as a LIFELONG LEARNER and WASTREL!”

It’s a good thing, too, because I’m a FOOL who’s not cut out to be a PROFESSIONAL ATHLETE, particularly one requiring hand-eye coordination like a TENNIS PLAYER or other RACKETEER.

I guess I’ll keep my gig as a STARVING ARTIST.

Make that a “WALKING POEM.”

You’ll have to ask MOVIE STAR Johnny Depp who he was referring to when he coined that term, but I’m sure he’d use the same term to describe the unNATURAL BEAUTY and WISE [Old] SAGE who is ME❣️

CALLING ALL WRITERS: ESPECIALLY THE POETS

(Because we all know the poets are the SEXY PEOPLE!)

From Where do your poems Originate, Germinate, Percolate, and/or Inseminate?

For ME, when I’m writing as both False Me AND Real Me, the sources are constant, consistent, exhaustive, and clearly labeled:

1. The classic, original way: I wake up with a thought or sentence repeating itself in my head for an unidentified, arbitrary, inevitable, pounding, and UNRELENTING reason until I’m MADE to string these homely popcorn words into a cheap tinsel swag of a poem that, surprisingly, often sparkles in spite of its humble origins.

2. Seeds from Texts I Write, Things I Say to Myself [Out Loud], Things I Say or am PREPARING TO SAY To Others, Things I Imagine Saying Anonymously, Things I Long to Say, Things I Find Myself Saying To My Dog [doggedly], and Other Posts on social media. Some even were conceived from my comments on Internet Dating Sites back when my stomach could still stomach them.

3. I find fully composed poems in my Notes folder on my iPhone with NO memory of writing them. The idea of not recognizing an offspring I have labored to produce makes me feel like a TERRIBLE Mother and understandably terrifies me.

4. I find scraps which, remarkably, I refrained from publishing immediately. Considering Immediate Gratification Gratifies me Immediately, for which I’m immediately gratified, I hope you recognize how much “Virtue I’m Signaling” in my withstanding of temptation! I recycled these Scraps to craft Something Better and More Sustainable. For which I’m extremely proud of myself. Lastly:

5. With considerable Deliberation, I set down and out to deliberately Write Something, deliberately! Note: this Source is infrequently tapped.

NOW FOR THE JUICY PART:
Let’s talk about YOU and YOUR POEMS!!

This LinkedIn Game


This LinkedIn Game is killing me.
The things people expect to see!
Your status and Job History
Must be updated and complete,
All jobs held uber-recently.
Should you possess a Vacancy
Or took time off for Other Things,
It’ll bite you in the ass.

Just wait and see.