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Beautiful

Post by creativesoul » October 9th, 2018, 11:30 pm

Sometimes ; that sun rolls up
Really tight that heat
Rolls of all flesh just waiting for validation
Omg what a wonderful way home
She slides in and out of various
lives like a sordid tale
off
The reason she can wait

In her heart
Spirit was looking for her
To see
I’m hungry :
I’m lonely
Ok baby
It’s all good
I cannot be the only one to have the motive
To love
What does that mean?
I think I’m just doing it
The depression commercials are driving me batshit crazy
There adrenaline kick me off
It’s so crazy to have meditation
As a tool
Like people that don’t
Are stressing all the time drama mama
Arrogant - and suddenly humbled
The gift of life
Beautiful
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Re: Beautiful

Post by creativesoul » October 9th, 2018, 11:32 pm

My mind is tired
But I have not been writing
I have not been painting
All I can say
Is my father died

Ok so I’m a disappointed
With what my father did sometimes
But I still miss his boney grumpy ass
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Re: Beautiful

Post by mnaz » October 11th, 2018, 4:56 am

So do I. I miss my dad too. I didn't agree with him too often, but that's just an occupational hazard, a byproduct of life I guess..

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Re: Beautiful

Post by still.trucking » October 11th, 2018, 9:58 am

I always likes the Najaho saying "walks in beauty"

cool poem
thank you
I am
sorry to hear about your dad, it's been 55 years since my dad —Crazy Mike— passed on.
I always agreed with my dad, I was too afraid of him to do otherwise.


Crazy Mike is easy on my mind these days
since that dream, I had about him a few years ago
since then I miss him too
miss him like he was my son now.
"Natural selection, as it has operated in human history, favors not only the clever but the murderous." Barbara Ehrenreich

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Re: Beautiful

Post by sasha » October 11th, 2018, 2:18 pm

I never felt I lived up to my dad's expectations - he never expressed disapproval, but he was such a dominant figure I always felt like a 2nd banana. He died 30 yrs ago this month. He still visits me in dreams on occasion - and hasn't aged a day!
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"Falsehood flies, the Truth comes limping after it." - Jonathan Swift, ca. 1710

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Re: Beautiful

Post by judih » October 11th, 2018, 11:49 pm

My dad passed over a year ago. My mom keeps his voicemail message. Electronic immortality

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Re: Beautiful

Post by creativesoul » October 12th, 2018, 12:57 am

My father made the Hollywood reporter
He was awesome-but as his “ daughter” -
I
Omg the slkanks my farher brought home
Oh if he was a buffalo
How he did roam
I ate angel food cake
A whole one
For him on the night he died
His wife was delusional
And says” he knows I’m here”
Jesus Lord where did my father
Find these women?
This one cannot stop making lace with a crochet
Hook
My father and I had our own relationship
His wives I tolerated
But when I think
Back
I believe he had a very hard time saying “ no”
And he liked the booze
But he died 7 years sober


I absolutely love hearing about other people’s relationships with parents
My mama was a model and and actress
My father an actor
My grandpa went from silent to talkies
Early Hollywood days
Everyone loved him except my mother
Still pissed about a sportscar from 1956
They all say the same things
I just listen
How the story has been embellished
Miss the grandma
The mother of my father

She loved me
I miss her
She was the tightrope walker
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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