Search (6)

Search (6)

How do I decide
when to run and where to hide
from the girl with the thick rimmed glasses
that keeps on smiling and batting lashes
as though she was putting out a fire
or perhaps trying to dry the tears that come

How do I know
if I should stay or if I should go
to the girl who's avoiding eye contact
when I look away, she's stares at my back
I dig deep for courage and chug my beer
my search starts and ends tonight. here.

Lame again. And so ends my Search series. I watched Kings again tonight. It's a shame that the show will probably be cancelled. I also watched Twilight today. Meh. Peace out.

Search (5)

Search (5)

I've searched through the entire train of thought
in order to find where you've gotten lost
I looked through the dining car
and found nothing that leads to where you are
I searched the engine and caboose
and didn't stumble upon new clues
I always find what I'm looking for in the last place I look it seems
you were there in the sleeping cars within my dreams

Lame. Peace out.

Search (4)

Search (4)

Cue the north wind
with magical powers
creating snow drifts 5 feet high
from a few inches of fallen snow
The river basin is full
and getting fuller with each snow flake
The waters are swelling
and the levees are about to break
A young girl looks at her mother
in search of hope
that may be found in the sandbags
The mother starts to cry
she's reached the end of her rope.
They both wait
and watch the river.

I'm obsessed these days with the flood coverage of the Red River. I'm about as obsessed with it as I was with the American election. It's so sad to see the scenes of people in Fargo. Here's to hoping that the river doesn't crest higher than the existing levees. Peace out.

Search (3)

Search (3)

The wind is swirling
rustling the branches and disrupting the wind chimes
to produce aleatoric music
a sound to calm my heart
from the uneasiness of the search
I pace back and forth under the birch
looking for a ring that I stupidly tied to my shoelace
for safe keeping
I keep my fingers crossed

Hahaha, Search 3 tada!!! I think that one was different enough that I can go back into my regular tone for the next one. I used to tie my ring onto my shoelace when I played football. It was something pretty stupid of me to do. I never actually lost it b/c I'm fairly good at tying shoelaces but yeah. That's the story behind the poem. I needed to think of something that I could search for. Peace out.

Search (2)

Search (2)

Lost in a state of jamais vu

I don't recognize anything about you

or the reason why everything is so cluttered

I begin the search for something familiar

a melody that will resonant within me

and someone with whom to make harmony

Day 2 of my Search series.  Wow, there is a lot of snow outside and more is on the way.  The debate of whether or not I need to shovel snow is being waged inside me.  Maybe I can just let it melt in a few days.  Peace out.

Search

Search

Dreaming of the long journey's end

with every email that I send

I sit and wonder if I was clear

if you would hear my voice

Or maybe I was being too clever

and you didn't read between the lines

but if you did, I'm sure you'd find

that I was waiting 

the whole time

My search ended the first day I met you

I watched Slumdog Millionaire today.  It was a good movie but I don't know why it deserved all those oscars.  I finished watching it at 11:30pm and I wanted to get something written before midnight because I don't like writing after midnight... not because I'm afraid that I'll write something that I'll regret but because I don't like seeing a post listed as being written on the "25th" but to me, I still consider that I wrote it on the 24th.  It's amazing how many times I stopped myself from writing because I couldn't be bothered to get something written before 12.  Oh well.  Not anymore... maybe.  I want to start a new Search series.  I'm not sure what I'm gonna write about but I felt it was about time to stop my Spring series... especially since we are experiencing a March blizzard and tonne of snow is currently falling.  Hopefully I'll write again later today.  :P  Peace out.

The Spring (6)

The Spring (6)

The damage has been done

as the waters freeze and thaw.

The streets are torn apart

creating pitfalls for the unsuspecting.

Your car hasn't been fixed

since your last encounter.

Your alignment is shot.

Your goals and dreams have gone to pot.

She is smiling for all to see

and what's more, she invited you to her party.

I wanted to start another series like my Spring series, but I couldn't think of anything that I might be able to write a few poems on.  I guess that's what would be the challenge.  It's fun to try to write different things with the same title.  Often times, I comment that maybe I would like to redo a piece that I wrote but didn't really like... maybe by doing series, it would give me the chance to write similar pieces and maybe improve on them.  Peace out.

The Spring (5)

The Spring (5)

It's the first day of spring
the beginning of new things
but some things never change.
The floods come with the rains
and rivers swell beyond their banks
to soak the fields and choke the seeds.
I'm drowning. I'm in the weeds
choking on air and trying to breath
my heart dwelling on an old familiar melody.
The lyrics make it hard but to see
that I'm trapped in last season's song
and with the first day of spring,
like the winter, you're gone.

Nice... Spring (5) ftw. I think this is amongst the top 2 of my favourite spring poems. It's hard to decide. I guess it's more in my normal tone/mood. Oh well. Peace out.

The Spring (4)

The Spring (4)

The spring
is no longer in his step
With muscles weary
he resigns himself to sit
on the bench
a pedestrian
watching from the sidelines
His shoulders are down
and his neck is tired
from supporting the weight of his head
full of thoughts
over run by memories
and outraged by the injustice
that you can move on
and he can't.

I did the Yoga X routine for the second time today from the P90X program. I'm dead beat and tomorrow is legs and backs. I need to get to bed earlier and rest up. I think I like writing the same poem over and over again... although today's piece is different from the other Springs. Inspired by some of my favourite youtube covers that I've been watching today. Peace out.

The Spring (3)

The Spring (3)

The morning rain
reminds me of the night you came
with the fields wet with the scent
of freshly cut grass
but that was the fall
when things were quiet
and readying for sleep
in the death that is winter
Today is the spring
the start of new things
your bags are packed
and you're leaving

Hahaha, I wonder how many times I can write Spring. Have a good trip. Peace out.

The Spring (2)

The Spring (2)

The sound of dripping water
signals the start of spring
with blades of grass appearing
and other green things
The youth, with their hearts all a flutter
after the long winter of dull somber days
come out from their cabins
with everything to say
as they anticipate new beginnings

That was my second attempt. I don't really like this one either. Oh well. A while ago, I mentioned that I was trying to read A Clockwork Orange and you might have noticed that I didn't update my books read list. That's because I didn't/couldn't finish it. I guess some people appreciated the "new" language invented for the book. I, on the other hand, just wished that it was written in english. Peace out.

The Spring

The Spring

The noise
that is the sunrise
teases her
the girl that never sleeps
The sound of running water
fills the air
as winter melts into spring

Sidewalks are flooded
and socks are wet
as she sips her coffee with a headache
the girl that hasn't slept
The water is quickly flowing
the grass and perennials are growing
all in anticipation of the first day of spring

Boo. I didn't like that at all. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow. I just realized today that Friday is the first day of spring. As long as winter is, the first day of spring always seems to sneak up on me. Peace out.

Princess

Princess

I long for something
something beautiful
in a red dress
the butterfly king's daughter
the lovely princess
She brings the calm
as she teaches me to dance
Amongst all this war
will our love have a chance?

Today's piece was inspired by tonight's NBC series premiere of Kings. Basically they should call the series 1 Samuel. It's interesting watching a tv show where you know where things are heading. I know that knowing the ending is usually fine for movies but it's a little different when it's a tv show. I wonder how much NBC will "borrow" from the story of King David... but then again, I guess no one will sue for violation of intellectual property.

I finished the first week of the P90X program today. I think I have 12 more weeks to go for the 90 days total. I can say that I'm not as sore as I was the first few days but I'm totally not looking forward to tomorrow when all the pain is cycled again. Hopefully I'll dream of princesses tonight. Peace out.

The Lady of the Lake

The Lady of the Lake

The moon is full
as it lingers near the horizon
on these bright winter evenings
You were sitting there
and I was there behind you believing
That to talk to you would be a mistake
and would start a journey
down a road to heart break
At least that's what I could gather
from the lady of the lake

Haha, today, I continue my tradition of writing something inspired by the latest smallville episode. Don't over think it. Peace out.

Shoes Made for Summer

Shoes Made for Summer

The cold winter air
enters my lungs
and reminds me that I'm alive.
I walk the slippery streets
in shoes made for summer
straining muscles to maintain balance.
Slipping and sliding occasionally
jarring me awake from my day dream.
Were my eyes closed?
I can't get her out of my mind
the redhead, lady crimson
She collected men as though they were stamps.
Soaking them to weaken their resolve
and sorting them in binders
by country of origin, value and year.

I don't really know any redheads but I always think of redheads as being magical. Hahaha. I know it's silly and an old fashioned idea, but there is something mysterious about a redhead. Of course, nowadays, I'm sure a lot of redheads aren't true redheads but w/e. Last night, I had a dream about someone giving me a bunch of stamps. I used to collect them when I was in grade 4. My teacher was really into it at the time and I was young and easily corrupted. As years went by, my love of stamps quickly faded but people kept giving me stamps. Stamp collecting must be a dying hobby with the slow death of snail mail. Everybody needs someone special to snail mail... if not just to keep stamps in existence. Peace out.

Replacing

Replacing

My D-string needs replacing
as I strum away erasing
the memory of his finger tracing
down the outside of your arm

And I almost forgot to remember
that it was only last december
that I became a member
of people you chose to forget

We started as a group
as you narrowed down the troop
Too bad it's too late to recoup
your reputation as a gentleman

Yes, I know, today's piece is weak for sure. I usually don't follow The Bachelor but this year there was some drama during the finale and thus I've been hearing a lot of coverage about it. So I thought, I'd write something Bachelor inspired. That show is lose lose.... unfortunately for Jason (?) this year it was extra lose lose.

I started the P90X work out routine yesterday. You might have seen infomercials for it. I'm already dying but I'm not quite sure if it's the right program for me. It seems to be more helpful for people trying to slim down and I'm always in a constant flux of not knowing if I want to slim down or gain weight. I guess I want to do both. Man, I'm beat. Peace out.

Apple Tree

Apple Tree

I feel spring
in the daffodil bulbs
They hide under the snow
preparing to bloom
in whites and yellows
And I find myself waiting
for the seasons to change
waiting for the snows to turn into rain
And I recall the day
late one year in the fall
when I met you on a low hanging branch
after you called
I held you there
tight to me
but that was once upon a time
on an apple tree

Hahaha. I wanted to write something a bit brighter today after yesterday's piece. Again, the piece had a mind of its own. I remember when I was growing up, I always wanted to have a nice brand new house with an old (100+ year old) apple tree. I'm not sure why that became a dream of mine but it did. There's something beautiful in an old fruit tree... the gnarly branches, the blossoms in the spring, and all the seasons of fruit in its history. I dunno. It's silly. Peace out.

Falling Forward

Falling Forward

Falling forward
head over heel
I stumble
on this stony path
that I've been walking
for too long
without a single sign
to tell me where I am
or where I'm going
My lonely foot steps
marking up the dust
in meandering patterns
until all of a sudden
my eyes land on signage:
"Dead end" (I lower my chin)
"Turn around"
"I'm still with him"

Sigh. Lovely and cheerful as always. Today I read a post about Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do or however it's spelled. I'm kinda itching to do some isometric exercise training now. Anyways, today's piece started as something inspired by the "spring forward" time change mentality and then the piece had a mind of its own and ended up where it ended up. I think I enjoy being a "hater" because I really can't stand fanboi-ism but I think I'm an optimist in general. I always think I have a chance. My imagination can always find a way for me to win. The reality is different though. I hate spring forward. Boo-urns. Peace out.

Trained

Trained

You're the girl
with the bleeding heart
the type that I love
shoes soaked from walking
in the wet spring snow
nose running and eyes a glow
with tears
shivering with the fear
that they will ask you if you're ok
and your now dry eyes
that you so dutifully trained
will force you to retreat to hide
in the summer rain

This piece was inspired by tonight's episode of Survivor. I have a special place in my heart for the brokenhearted and so that's why I love Erinn. Oh, and "is 3 years long enough to get over somebody?". Wow, I love Lost!!! 2 more weeks until another new episode. *sigh. I think I'm gonna read Clockwork Orange tomorrow. I hope it's at least a tenth as fun as kakuro. Peace out.

be the idol

be the idol

Aspire to be simple
with plain eyes
blue like the skies.
And lose the sparkles
on the lashes
the crazy scarfs
the trendy sashes.
And sing a simple song
with notes inspired
by beautiful lyrics.
Connect with the audience
and enjoy the experience

Hmm... I haven't written in a while so I just wanted to get something out there. I just watched the American Idol that I recorded last night. It's amazing how a 2 hour show can be watched in just over an hour. It's so full of filler. If only there was a Canadian Idol still... then I could go for my dream of being in a boy band. Oh well, c'est la vie. Peace out.

Sepia Tones

Sepia Tones

Your red lipstick stands out
in the soft sepia tones
of the picture I keep of you
in my mind from the last time I saw you
Breathtakingly stunning
giving a speech and crying
and he was off busy taking photographs

Nice. I like this piece. Sin City was on last night and I've always loved the visual trickery of having everything in black and white and then just a spot of colour here and there. It's an interesting image to be sure. It just goes so counter intuitive to how we see things or how we're used to seeing things. I wonder if the first person to do it was able to some how get rich off the notion. I dunno. Peace out.