To Ronnie With Love

July 10, 1942 – May 16, 2010

He's been gone for many yesterdays

And though he was no longer young

We thought he'd be around for many years to come

But the last grain of sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass

I always thought him to be perhaps a real-life elf

Did he board the white ship and sail away?

I think if he could choose to, he would want to stay

But he was wise enough to know you can't fight fate

He always put on quite a show

But he never acted like he was better than another

He treated those he met with the kindness of a brother

He was always kind and humble to everyone he met

Disease does not discriminate

Cancer stole away his breath

But even following his death

The works he created remain

He was a small and humble man

But he was larger than life

~Spectra~

This poem didn't really come out in the style of Ronnie James Dio, but is instead a tribute to him.

I was thinking of this song when I wrote it.

She's been gone since yesterday
Oh I didn't care
Never cared for yesterdays
Fancies in the air

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Love should be a simple blend
A whispering on the shore
No clever words you can't defend
They lead to never more

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes
Rainbow eyes

Summer nights are colder now
They've taken down the fair
And all the lights have died somehow
Or were they ever there

No sighs or mysteries
She lay golden in the sun
No broken harmonies
But I've lost my way
She had rainbow eyes

Snake N Bake

Snake N Bake

A woman encountered a snake

While in the process of making a cake

The bowl dropped with a clatter

Spilling all of the batter

Of which the snake did gladly partake

~Koni~

Love is Like

Love is Like

Love is like

A knife through the heart

A whispered lie

A dream that you wake from weeping

A tsunami

A hurricane 

A tornado

Love is like falling through space

Love is like a black hole

Love is a mystery

Love is always in the future

Love is something that happens to other people

Love is like an urban legend

Love is like the medication they put you on after an accident or an operation

Love is addiction

Love is withdrawal

Love is like being lost in a house of mirrors

Love is like loneliness

Only more so

~Koni~

Simply Adam

 

Simply Adam

 

A happy, chubby little fellow

The third of his parents’ children, their only son

He loved hugs and kisses and laughter

Maybe his family spoiled him a little because he was the baby

But he didn’t think he was better than anybody else

He was simply Adam

 

A good-natured kid, he was well-liked at school

Nobody gave him too much grief about being chubby

Because he had balls

Footballs, basketballs, baseballs

He was a good sport

He was simply Adam

 

As he approached puberty, he realized something disturbing

While a lot of his friends had started to notice girls

He thought of girls as nice enough

But oddly had no interest in being anything but friends with them

He didn’t want to kiss or hold their hands

It worried him, and he didn’t understand

He was still simply Adam on the outside

But he felt like there was part of himself that he now had to keep hidden

 

He was a faggot, a pervert, a queer

He wanted to be touched by a guy the way most guys want to be touched by a girl

When his friends looked at girlie magazines, he pretended that he was interested too

But the truth was, he had x-rated thoughts about young fellows

He was curious what it would be like to kiss a boy

Everyone else thought that he was still simply Adam

But he felt like a horrible monster

 

His middle sister, his best friend, noticed that something was going on

She asked him why he stayed in his room so often

He made excuses, but she saw through him

He finally confessed the truth to her through his tears

She told him that it didn’t make him bad, just different

“Everybody’s different in their own way,” she said

She was the only one who understood

But it helped him to become simply Adam again

 

In high school, he was a wrestling champion

He didn’t get aroused by groping other guys

Or roughly forcing them into compromising positions

But he certainly liked the awards he sometimes won for his performance

He also liked music and fashion and drinking beer with his friends

He felt like a phony sometimes because he couldn’t tell his friends the truth

But he didn’t want to stop being simply Adam to them

 

In college, he found others like himself, and he came out

For a while he overcompensated, partying too much

Drinking and cocaine and falling for the wrong guy

On the way, he found himself

Quit the drugs and the clubbing

Settled down and became

Simply Adam again

 

Today, he is a counselor

He is happily engaged to the right guy

He is a brother, a friend, a lover, a son, an uncle and great-uncle

He is okay with who he is

He is simply Adam

And he is glad of it at last

He hopes that one day no-one will feel ashamed of being gay

That they will be able to simply be themselves

~Adam~

 

I simply have to share this with you. It was part of the Write at the Merge prompt. It doesn't directly fit in with what I've written, but it will let you know a little more about me. I love stuff like this! It's crazy and it shouldn't work, but it does.

Also, the fiddle player is kinda hot! ;-)

Enjoy!

 

 

Butterflies are Messengers

Butterflies are Messengers

For they bring me

Memories of my childhood in New Mexico

Of our rundown house

Of blistering hot summer days

Of our huge half acre property

Of skinks and horned toads

Of bees both honey and bumble

Of fire ants

Of chickens 

Of my father

Gone three years at the end of this November

One by one his memories were stolen from him

In the years leading to his eventual demise

They flew away like butterflies in the sunlight

Leaving his mind in a fear-filled darkness

At his memorial service in May

The month he was born

A butterfly flew over his stone

Then off into the distance

I hope that at that moment he remembered

That his daughter always loved butterflies.

~Cie~

Not Very Gentle

 

I'm pretty sure

That if my inner self

Was a flesh and blood child

I'd be taken away from myself

 

The verbal and sometimes physical

Abuse that I have inflicted on myself

Over the years

Is anything but gentle

 

Love yourself, they say

I am hard pressed

Even to like myself

 

I've become slightly better at it

In my middle years

Nobody deserves the cruelty my inner self endures at my own hand

Not even me.

 

~Blooming Psycho~

 

 

OctPoWriMo

 

So, we will be doing this.

Be it understood that it's a team effort.

So, we're probably not eligible for prizes or anything.

But we're doing it anyway.

This looks like a Diamante!