Saturday, October 12, 2013

I Am


 
I Am
 
The prompt is to pick a letter and choose words that stand out for that letter. I used the Word By Letter page for help.
I think this will be a little more light-hearted than my last poem, though perhaps revealing in its own way!
 
I am Adam
Adam I am
I like art
Sometimes I can be a bit of an ass
But I hope never in an appalling way
 
When I get angry
I try to appease myself
By eating an apple
Or watching a show about apes on the Discovery Channel
Or maybe a show about auks on Animal Planet
 
I was never in the army
I generally don't use an axe or an auger
After a fancy meal, I might like a bit of apricot brandy
With pizza I prefer an ale
Once in an amber moon, I get my lunch from the Golden Arches
 
I like animals
Including alpacas
And dinosaurs
Including the Ankylosaurus
Armadillos and Anteaters are fun as well
 
I have found my animus
Who loves me, although I can be a bit asinine
We were introduced on All Hallows Eve
We will celebrate our anniversary with abysmal horror movies
So we can act like we're scared as an excuse for affection
 
I'd best abbreviate this anthem to the letter A
Ere it becomes appallingly prolonged
Thank you for joining me on my alphabetical adventure
I hope my attempt at verse has amused you
So aloha and adieu for now!
 
~Adam~
 
 
 

Shadows of Me

 
Shadows of Me
 
Angry
Belligerent when threatened
Cantankerous
Depressive
Evil Thoughts sometimes fill my head
Foolish
Greedy
Hateful
Irrational
Joyless
Kinky imagination fueled by past abuses
Lovelorn
Mean-spirited
Nasty
Obstinate
Questioning everything at all times
Rude
Snide
Touchy
Ugly thoughts form quagmires in my soul
Vicious fantasies form when I feel betrayed
Whiny
X rated thoughts during times of hypersexuality (thanks, Bipolar)
Yearning for the impossible
Zoned out
 
~Tempest~
 
The prompt was to explore the shadow side of our psyche. These are parts of me that I try not to present to the world.
 

Friday, October 11, 2013

The Angry Wind

We're having a strong wind storm right now
 
The Angry Wind
 
When I listen to the whoosh of the wind it tells me
That maybe the gods are angry
That they're sending the spirits of the wind
To shake the trees
To send leaves and branches flying
If we're lucky, destruction of property will be minimal
 
When I listen to the whoosh of the wind, it tells me
That no matter how advanced we humans may become
We will still always be
At the mercy of nature.
 
~Aurora~


Thursday, October 10, 2013

The Same Mistake Twice


The Same Mistake Twice

Twenty-five years passed
Since the time I saw you last

You sent me a letter
Saying you were in town
Wondering if you'd see me 'round
Hoping we could meet

I convinced myself that you'd changed
That you had gotten better
But like every other sweet word
It was all a lie

You said you'd ditched the booze and the coke
You said you no longer even smoked
You said you'd learned your lesson
About playing around with hearts

I thought you'd come clean 
But I discovered the truth
You weren't any better now
Than you'd been in my youth

You said you weren't tied down
You made me look like a clown
You took off your ring
In hopes of a fling

Turned out you'd married a stripper 
Your fourth wife, I hear
Glad I found out
Before I let you get near

Near my body, that is
But you still invaded my heart
Even when you'd gone from my sight
Thoughts of you tore me apart

I know that you're all wrong for me
You're all wrong for everybody

The women you meet are nothing but toys
Who fall for the sweet little wounded boy

Your wife is your mistress
You like to engage in group scenes
With her, pornography, booze, and cocaine
And anyone else foolish enough
To walk into your snare

I've learned my lesson
I'm never going back there

But the heart is an illogical thing
And sometimes it still conjures up
Dreams of you and me
And what I once thought could be

~Tempest Nightingale LeTrope~


The prompt asked us to use another poem for inspiration and continue on the theme.
I tend to do everything in a really roundabout and convoluted way, because:


My inspiration points were the tribute poem to Ronnie James Dio written by Spectra Ghostseeker, Ronnie's song Rainbow Eyes, Sheryl Crow's song My Favorite Mistake, and the fact that there's no expiration date on stupidity. Even at my age, a person can still put on blinders and convince themselves that something bad can be good.



 I woke up and called this mornin'
The tone of your voice was a warnin'
That you don't care for me anymore

I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's six a.m. and I'm alone

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

Well, your friends are sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game

Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I've got used to spendin'
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothin' lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need for ever after
It's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holdin' on this way

Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong

Did you see me walkin' by
Did it ever make you cry
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

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

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

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~


Monday, October 7, 2013

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~