But, A Posey

Sometimes a poem is just a poem

a pen is maybe just, a pen

words strung together to impress

sometimes a poem is eternity

or that blue butterfly by request 

more often of life, perhaps death

the universe's forgiveness or less

perky pretty ponies play pool

sinfully sad sinister street sloths

it's all stuck in the mind's soul

a pearl of wisdom, a grand idea

it's the walk of shame or exhilaration

reminisce past, present, future lovers 

a broken ragdoll, make her breathe

take the rainbow over the moon 

plunge the soul into despairs of Hades

eat, drink, be merry and multiply

cherish the memories of bygones

exalt the superpowers of love and Gods

inhale the beauty of nature's call

exhale the mysteries that taint 

kisses a thousand miles deep sink ships

tears overflow into a parallel dimension

dance on a cliff with sheer abandon

saunter gingerly into the next pub

handle babies with kid gloves

sing a gentle pink pearly lullaby 

aptly scream the injustices of lies

makes no sense or make it work

go big, go home, die a million deaths

it's soft voices, big sticks and guns

tread lightly, go full throttle ahead

pick a posie fill it with joie de vivre

flecks of silver and gold threads composed

in the end it's all identical altered thoughts

coming together in one grand finale

...the celebration of one's life poetry

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

This poem is like flipping through an old photo album..... when they weren't digital!! lol About half of your poem stunned me in short little staccato jabs. I stopped by my mom's house, just a half hour ago, and she gave me pictures of me when I was young. Knowing everything I saw, felt, and did when I was little made it tough at first to see the pictures. I don't remember "me", but I remember the anger, the darkness that was all-to-consuming, and the feeling I was always being watched due to the night terrors!! Your poem has a unique way of reminding me of how surrealistic my youth was in my head, and how others may have viewed me. The last line sums up what we all have in common.... the present. Everything else is a memory. I'm glad you wrote this and was able to, first: see your page, and second: enjoy more of you... after writing you last, this morning before work!! xoxo -Mark

[Frieda P]

Wow, I had no idea I did all of that to you, should I apologize or say thanks? I'm not sure! ;-) xo

[Patrick Henry]

The day you find the need to apologize, might be the day that me being on your friend list means very little. THAT doesn't feel so..... xoxo -Mark

[Aidz]

you been drinking from my cup methinks.... like it ;)

[Frieda P]

No, no that! ;-)

[Robin]

I want you to write poem using each of those lines - and no senryu ...

you have a lifetime to do it ... make them good

[Frieda P]

You never quit, do you? Oh, the pressure of that many poems.....

[Dream Weaver]

There's wisdom in words simply by putting one in front of the other.
But it takes a true poet to put them in the right order to paint the
perfect picture like an artist's brush to a canvas... Lovely write Frieda!
;)

[Frieda P]

How'd I miss you Dream? Lovely review, thanks so much. :-)

[Dream Weaver]

I don't know Frieda, could be I was lurking in the shadows? ;)

[Frieda P]

Just like a dream, I love surprises. ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

Yes, I do as well... ;)

[Frieda P]

In all honesty, I hate surprises! But this one was nice. ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

I'm speechless..

[Frieda P]

I'm speechless, I just read your new piece. BAM!

[Dream Weaver]

Woof! ;)

[Frieda P]

RAWR! ;-)

[Dream Weaver]

Woo Hoo!!!! ;)

[Sheila Kline]

You tell of this - the way it all is with such passion, gusto, in your face, take it or leave it, accept or deny reality, grow or fade, live or die, pick flowers or trample them with a spirit of "I told you so,....don't complain" attitude that if we don't get it, we are the losers! Our life is poetry, or poetry is our life - whichever we choose it to be!! For me, it is both!!

Your words should encourage one to understand why we even bother to care about all the identical altered thoughts coming together in our grand finale!!
Bravo, this is a wonderful piece!!!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Sheila for the great review. :-)

[DrD]

It goes wherever you take it and you go wherever it leads you. That's simply how it is and that's why poetry is so much like life and all the while we wish life was more like poetry. One vicious circle after another encompassed in this delightful work.

[Frieda P]

Aptly put doc, that would have made for a much shorter poem. ;-)

[KAOlmsted]

This felt a little in-your-face to me, which I really like. It's almost like, Read it or don't, but know I lived it...you know? I don't know. Maybe Baby is right. Maybe it's all about the squirrel monkey island...

[Frieda P]

That damn Baby! ha, I'm always in your face the kimmer...
Thanks, you read me. ;-)

[KAOlmsted]

Always ;-)

[s y e]

Woopie doo!!!
Noodle0 loved this. Very well written, as usual. Lol.
Well done! xo

[Frieda P]

hahaha woopie doo!? You crack me up! ;-P

[s y e]

Lol

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice to see the squirrel monkey Island

[Frieda P]

ha

[kublakhan27]

Great stuff...when alliteration and rhythm compliment each other so well, it warms my literary heart haha ;)

[Frieda P]

Awh, I love your literary heart. ;-)

[kublakhan27]

Haha And the feeling is mutual ;)