the ugliness - pt. 1

[jimboloco]

It's why I am currently using the new cosmic mandala as it kind of overwhelms me with currents of healing energy. Thankx for seeing my refrain with tolerant humor.

Artist in process.

[mousey1]

Is this a cry for help

Or just good fucking poetry

I can't tell the difference anymore


Don't mind me

Glass of wine

Feeling fine

Another hard day


I was outside drinking a glass of wine

I swallowed a bee

It was there for the nectar

Same as me

Different motivations

Different needs

Funny

(Ha Ha)
(I better tell you)
(It was actually a fly)

[Doreen Peri]

mousey1 - you sound like Dorothy Parker.... I love the other DP

[mousey1]

DP's have a lot in common, tis true.

I am not well read....

But I did happen to have in my little treasure trove of poems saved to my oh so hard drive, this Dorothy Parker poem, which I now shall share....

Just try and stop me...

I dare

I dare

(I always go for the obvious rhyme scheme because it's obvious)

On with the poem....



A Certain Lady
by Dorothy Parker

Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thusand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.

Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ...
And what goes on, my love, while you're away,
You'll never know.


Of course this is not meant to be an example of what Doreen meant I sounded like perish the thought.....

I merely love this poem and wanted to share it.

But I would like to think that I have the ever so slightest wisp of her wit...



I would like to think that...

Unfortunately my humble nature won't allow it.

[Doreen Peri]

It was this that reminded me of Dotty -

I was outside drinking a glass of wine

I swallowed a bee

It was there for the nectar

Same as me

Different motivations

Different needs

Thanks for sharing that poem! I love that piece! People have likened some of my rhyming poetry to hers, too.... *shrug* I rhyme sometimes and often close a poem with a rhyming couplet where I try to be witty, but geesh, how can a person compete with the great Ms. Parker? Famous witty lady, that she was!

Here's how I feel about it...

i've never been a fan of fame.
fortune's not my middle name.
i never cared too much for glory.
i'd prefer to write the story
as i feel it, unaware
if i am judged since i don't care.

my skin's so thick it doesn't matter
if it's bought – i won't get fatter
by the glory or the praise
and i admit, to my amaze –
i do not shirk from critic's pen
or insults hurled and yet again

my skin's so thin, i often think
my veins will burst, my blood will sink
into the soil below a pit
i stand my ground and think of it.
it makes me want to wail and bawl!
i'm so effected by it all.