My pen lays the blueprint/of verbal archetypes/more powerful than Superman/My pen has no kryptonite/Because without it/There are no schematics/No prototypes/No semantics/And my pen still is/A greater warrior than Achilles/More seducing than Aphrodite/My pen is the judge, the jury, and the army/ Like the rooster at the stroke of dawn, my pen is constantly alarming/Sentences conquer and divide the page/The big joker of the deck, my pen is the highest spade/With it words contort and shape their own meanings/Found them woven together with no comprehension of what I’m seeing/Nouns slice the paper like grass meeting a machete/A barrage of bullet verbs attack the page hard and heavy/Like a chessboard/I just scored/It’s a wrap buddy, CHECKMATE/Unlike the bee that’s hit with the nicotine spray/

MY PEN…

WILL NEVER…

FAINT!

The finale for the night… I gotta rest now.

# 19 & 20 – LIMERICKS

            She called out to her lover

            He never did recover

            They ceased to exist

            His kisses she missed

            When she called him the name of her other.

            We walked on the beach by the sea

            Sang songs while the fish dance gleefully

            Embracing one another

            Our bodies we discover

          This boyfriend of hers and me

# 16 – Diamante

CLEAN/DIRTY

CLEAN/DIRTY

Clean

Spotless, shiny

Non-soiling, sparkling, freeing

Fair, smooth, stain, tainted

Darkening, spotting, fouling

Sullied, impure

Dirty

# 17 – ACROSTIC  (PATIENTLY)

            Part of me

            Aching

            To be

            Inside your soul

            Eternally

            Never

            Taking

            Life from you just

            Yearning

(PATIENTLY)

# 18 – QUATRAIN (Something simple)

            I wanted to write this verse

            To show how easy it comes to me now

            But these lines are my worse

            Cause they don’t end with a bang or a pow

the real quatrain for those wanting something less silly…

Silently I’m watching, my pen aimed and ready

He sees her standing there seductively, she is better than the rest

He approaches the prey slow and steady 

Then molds letters and sculpts words that tattoo her paper flesh

# 14 and 15 – CINQUAIN

Peace

I found

Inside of me

I am made anew

Whole

Tears

No longer

Trail this cheek

I know myself now

Free

# 13 – VILLANELLE  (THE STREET)

From my window I can see the street

Children playing, riding bikes

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

Neighbors gather with each other to greet

Taking time for conversations of the friendly type

From my window I can see the street

Where sons learn to ride on two wheels instead of three

And fathers watch carefully because fall he might

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

Mom takes a cake to the new lady she wants to meet

But I’ll just stay inside the cool house and eat a bite

From my window I can see the street

Prop my feet up on a stool and take my seat

Before a sudoku puzzle, I pause to take in the sight

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

The neighborhood overflows with people full of glee

What a happy little place filling the world with light

Cars drive by and the passengers wave at me

From my window I can see the street

ISLYmore © 11/6/08

Taking a stab at haikus…. Let me know if I’m doing this right.

1. Haiku # 1

angels guide us here

passion swelling our bodies

heaven is our bed

2. Haiku # 2

got there together

finally getting to see

HE makes me believe

Inspired by stillpoetic’s throwback.

#10 - THROWBACK

Bangles that jangle and dangle on the wrist/One-hooked overalls, striped tights, and babydoll dresses/Fanned ponytails and chinese-cut bangs/3A, 4C, and 5B were the only lunchroom gangs/Lunchtime games – tag, tetherball, and hopscotch/Ham and cheese, cheetos, and a fruit drink in the Carebear lunchbox/When $.30 was the fee for the sand dollar chocolate chip cookie/The first kiss behind the portable caused shouts of “aw sookie-sookie”/Doing the Running Man, the Reebok, and the Kid-N-Play/Cabbage patchin’ and roger rabbit’n at the block par-tay/Cause war began and end on the dance floor stage/And the next day is a new day, no matter what dance enemies are made.

A Queen (pt 2)

she can’t live without her other/because his strength gives her power/and his breath gives her life/so she was apart of him just as he was apart of her/he was her/and every morning she’d arise/hair combed, make-up applied/and headed into a world/not ready for her/broad shoulders and thin moustache/that was only seen because the way her lips curled at the corners/when she laughed/she was born different/born to be something she never felt she was/she never felt the thrusts of the secret between her legs/because in her head… she believed it was not real/a feeling she never, ever desired to feel… because she was never a man/at least not in her own eyes/but when she stepped into the streets/mean looks and evil smirks she would greet/stars and whispers she’d receive/from people who chose to perceive/her as an imposter/a fraud/a hypocrite/a worshipper of NO God/but this was not who she was/nor was it who he became/he was a woman in a man’s frame/a different character with a false name/because he always felt beautiful/she always felt best in a dress/yet no one chose to know her/because her was really a he/and he was not who he wanted to be/because in his eyes he was always a queen.

Let me preface this blog… by saying… that it is two parts (pumping it out as i type) and the second part will be # 9.

# 8 – A QUEEN (pt 1)

She was always really beautiful/and his words made her smile/but while he was inside her/the pain lasted only for a little while/because she was young/and he was old/she was naive/and he broke his oath/when he married her mother/she became his slave/the old man wanted her/youth is what he craved/and night after night/when her mother left for work/he would creep into her room/and tug at her bedskirt/she’d pretend she was asleep/and ignore his advances/mommy would be at work a while/so he’d definitely take his chances/to slide into her twin sized bed/and gently run his fingers across her head/whisper tales of punishments in her ear/and she’d give in to what she’d hear/because she knew her mother never would believe/the things she’d say about he behavior she’d received/from the man supposed to protect her/keep her hidden from evils like himself… but he didn’t/and she didnt believe/that her stepfather could be/the same man who stole her virginity/but he was/and this night is just like every other night/when he eased his hands lower/and touched her undercovers/in ways he touched her mother… so she’d close her eyes/as he killed her pride/every time he climbed on top of her and slowly slid inside/she was not yet a woman/but he pleasured himself like she was/and she withdrew herself from the world and became another empty soul/her life was just time wasted/she never gained control/never knew she was born a princess/who had a destiny to embrace/so she never took her rightful place/in the great big scheme of things/because he stole her crown when she was young/and she never became a queen.

# 4 – TOILET

Tired of talking about love and how he broke me down, knocked me out, whored around/So I decided to talk about… being love’s toilet/yes i said toilet, so just listen – dont spoil it/ Love used me like a toilet and pissed all over me/left stains around the rim he never intended to clean/and the stench still lingers of the piss he deposited for free/love used me like a toilet and did the nastiest thing to me/he stood over me and regurgitated/words he couldn’t comprehend and over-complicated/disgusting remnants of verbs, nouns,and conjunctions he stated/love used me like a toilet and shit all over me/filled my soul with the foulest odor/emptying his emotional intake into me left me over/flowing full of pains constant floaters/and for the longest time love would come adn go as love pleased/giving me the time I needed to finally get the chance to breathe/since love cant seem to grasp the reason why the soap dispenser’s next to my sink of constantly running water/… this toilet’s finally out of order.

From Stillpoetic: “So I decided to talk about… being love’s toilet/yes i said toilet, so just listen – dont spoil it” Unexpected very unexpected man oh man. WOW this is vile…. but dam good writing. I mean I can feel it. very descriptive. You held it down right here. Dam this is just plain wow. it was unexpected because o the flow of the poem, and I mant unexpected in a good way. I like its the surprise. sometmes poems can be predictable and the man oh man = No words I can say. I understand the different and I am like wow she is killin the game

From Arrive__Arcane:  now this is exploration!!!! you’ve taken the pain and got mad creative with it. brill. this is your direction and topic of interest and look what you’ve done with it. you wrote with craft and skill, substance and flair. i like this new but old feel to you. isly, i can dig this

# 5 – NOT

i am mystified/every time you come around i get misty-eyed/playin that game of he loves me/he loves me not/got/repetitive like so many petals i dropped/not/ because i was looking for a dream, that perfect partner for this two-man team/not/because i was looking for an answer but what i thought i had really didn’t matter/but/because in my reverie you were a king/treated me like a queen/and gave all of yourself to me/but that was just a dream/not/reality.

From Stillpoetic:  can i say one word????? DAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!  :-O

From Arrive__Arcane:  um um um…b-r-i-l-l

# 6 – TWO WORDS