Two lives slammed together
A happy collision
Two hearts
Gleefully fused like
Metal to metal in a crash
Instead of blood on the pavement
There is a mish mash of
Knick knacks and
Furniture that cost nothing
Fender bender of love

Penny-bottom tamp
Pressed firm to the intangible
Leveled grounds of energy
Fleeting, but for the jolt

Rabble-rabble-party-party

I remember walking down the street to that tune, one summer so many years ago with a person who doesn't exist
I didn't make him happy when skies were grey
Nobody could
Grey was his wish
Motive and observation
Blood, tears, and bile
A lie of a hum
The pain of history is that it takes decades to change
And yes, it does change

I'm sure it all seems grand to you
This list of empty promises rife with typos
This plan for your future that lacks any substance

The filling refrain that inevitably ends in emptiness
Leaves you hungry
And empty
Angry and sad

Hells on earth for something
Anything to make you smile
Brief and fleeting as it may be

On to something new

It runs through me now
Deadening my dramatics
Don't run out again

It's like the Seven Year Itch
But without the Seven Years

What do I want?
Passion instead of tolerance

Enliven my flesh please
Pique my interest

God, do SOMETHING

Grrr video uploading

Love and Life tell you not to
But pain and lust make it so
Your ill-chosen words make me feel worse
Your small mind makes my hatred grow

You don't know where I'm coming from
And never will unless you go there
So sit in your box filled with boredom,
Stupidity, and talentless fare

Supposedly Torrid Online Poster
Call your soul black, kettle

Hey, I'm no goddamned agnostic
And I clutch my chains to here
This rubbing, burning rope sensation
Taste my acid little fear

Give me your thesis, he states
We'll drink a little wine
And after all the puking's done
we'll label it a good time

From geek to chic
So bleet the sheep
So sweet is the cretin, how loud his name
Crusted with dust and wickedly lame
Love and oppression are one and the same

Friday

I'm sorry I yelled at you
Cried at you
Bitched and cried some more

I was feeling unbelievably awful
Sick
And hopeless

Thank you for being there
Warm and true
Thank you for opening your arms and heart
For me

Saturday

I was still feeling rotten
Couldn't do anything
For anyone
Even if I had wanted to

Thank you for talking with me
Laughing and loving

Sunday

I'm sorry for waking you
No doubt worrying your poor, dear heart
For being short with you, and curt

I was panicked, stricken, and sick
In pain and alone

Thank you for promising me
For helping me and regarding me

Thank you for walking to the hospital
For staying with me
And by me
Holding me and reassuring me

Thank you for sleeping by me
Comforting me and caring for me

Monday

What a holiday

Thank you for waking with me
Rested and singing

Thank you for another trip to the hospital
For joking with me and being silly
Even while I was stressed from my mother
And I know you weren't happy either

Thank you for wishing me well
For making me smile in a personal Hell

Thank you for loving me
For healing me
For you

I love you, my sweetie, the sweetest taste of life and love amidst the bitterness

He is no David
I understand this fact and it is irrelevant
He makes me feel warm and safe
Beautiful and loved
Most importantly
He makes me feel

Alive for the time being
Life blood running thin and heavy
How can there be so much?
And nobody can find any to take?

Tired. So bloody tired.
Weary of poking and prodding
Gloved fingers where they shouldn't be
Tests to run

Momo has been dead for a year. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. I can still feel his bony brow and soft, floppy ears. I can still hear him fall up the stairs. Summer is coming and it reminds me of the long hours he'd spend lying in the sun, so still and calm and wise-looking, like a furry monk in meditation, at one with the earth and her creatures, butterflies dancing on his ribs.

Effervescence liberated and cavities sent to seed
Take in real while greasy dreams spread like wildfire
In my esophagus

Leaves of gold and green
Somehow to replace strength and speed
Steak replaces Beefsteak
And my serotonin treats are now banned

Nothing could be further from burning

It's too important not to
With the breeze tickling my neck
Dust trails in the air
Follow what should be yours
And again
You ride peace like a donkey

Once
Only once
Think of nothing
Do not move
Only breathe

I can not

The sun is shining. Strong. The river is no longer icy. I actually got excited to see a piece of driftwood bobbing slowly along close to Mooney's Bay. The sky is a gorgeous soft blue. Nenna went outside and laid down on the back steps after doing her business, enjoying the warmth and sunshine, like Momo used to. All that was missing was the butterflies. I left the back door open and listened to the birds tweet with an urgency that reminded me of a group of five year olds on Christmas morning. Hurry, the sun is here! I can't believe it! The Sun! Everybody! Wake up and enjoy! I turned down my television and enjoyed listening to their apparent sun-drunkenness. The morning was just chill enough to bring a crispness to the air that enlivened my flesh, while my eyes were blinded by the bright rays, squinting in the glare, threatening to send me to sleep.

I suppose nothing is worse than quitting
An effort may as well be involved
This complacency of my resolve
How disgusting

I am unwilling to erase these poems, yet
For them to remain unfinished, unsung, uninspiring...
Just seems so shameful
I can't do that to my words

They are a part of me

Promise of love
Hope of moving forward
AND A POETRY BLOG

It can be done

Resolution on the back burner in favour of warm snuggles
For this, I am not sorry

Somehow this blog feels like a chore
Every day
Be sure to write your lines

"I will not forget to blog
I will not forget to blog
I will not..."

How can I sit at the computer and compose what I will not enjoy, when there are loving arms and smiling love waiting for me elsewhere?

I can't see the piano
I can't hear its lilting notes
There is nothing wrong with my eyes or ears
Nothing wrong with me at all
But for the fact that
I do not wish to embrace
Anything that will
Give beauty
And meaning
To this world

You're the mom
Why does it need to be said
You should know
You should make it better
Pound for pound
No gloves
All love
You should know
You should make it better

Happiness can be so fickle
The purveyor of mine is staid and true
It can be a raving river or just a trickle
We can share it, me and you

Like being stoned
Cold, hard pain directed at your
head and midsection
Blinding
Stumbling away
Trying to find cover





...I live in the wrong country to be so afraid of ice

Can you grow into love?
Whether for a partner or the man above?
Feel indifferent one day and bursting with joy the next?
Have a stiff upper lip and be as sappy as the rest?
Simultaneously want to remain solitary and plan a romantic evening?
Growl on the phone and the next moment you're beaming?

Barack or Hilary
Does it really matter?
We need rid of that Texan
In the shadow of his father

Mission Accomplished
Just the tip of the lies
That fueled this madness
These never-ending cries

When will they stand up?
When will America wake?
This complacency is alarming
Protest for democracy's sake

My brain split sideways
Tore my head north, south, east, west
Painful hemispheres

Our knight is asleep
Heath's torment now at an end
At peace forever

It's the same sad story
Told again and again
Too much in the veins
Too much in the blood
The road to the long sleep
Naked and calm
Forever napping
Heath joins Michael
Aussies aslumber
Beautiful and talented

Trying again
This time will be better than the last

Tiny kitten in big, warm arms
Whiskers quivering
Searching for a kiss
So big, so small
Human, feline
An unlikely family

Hope is returning
Praying that it's not fleeting
Let me stay happy

Hired goons
Flash the false and remove the goods

For them all, a fall
Pictures posted

You brought this on yourself

Cheap support of stars
Discount buzz available
All it costs is you

Click another pic
She can't feel you burn her up
Weapons of the blind

Her babes no longer
Taken for their own safety
Given to Prince Sleaze

She is unable
Unwilling to make amends
She is too far gone

I can't believe I just wrote haikus about Britney Spears o_O;
The situation disturbs me.

Blink twice, the first is a lie
Seething in skin
Runny and tired
Cleared with a fist
Scabbed and dry

I had intended to record a video blog for you and read some pre-written poems... But my throat is very hoarse and I've got a nasty cough, so that wouldn't be very attractive, would it? There is one coming though.

I'm sick. I don't want to write. Oh well. I have resolved to.



Boogers are dripping
Scratchy throat with honking cough
Like a goose with phlegm

There :)

Op ed
A rant and sigh about the everything of nothing
Hating and wanting it all
Is there something so attractive about floundering that we choose to ignore what it is that we truly desire?
Instead, we grasp what is within reach
And end up longing
For everything

And so we run home
Curious and indignant
Happy nonetheless

Inhibitions melt
Before his big goofy smile
We are all Goobers

A woman
Writing about her sexuality
It's hard not to come across as

Tacky
Slutty
Trashy
Other yucky adjectives

I do not want to include
Cliche visuals
Moaning
Oceans

Tracing lust down naked spines and furtive, shy glances
It's unpredictable
Testing and teasing
Playing and pleasing
Road blocks are no match for the inundation
A gentle rhythmless rhythm
Of need replaced by want
And want replaced by had
Uncomfortable peace

No you can't take it
Dignity remains with me
That was a good try

How hard you have tried
To steal from me what made me
I keep a firm hold

As I sleep I sing
Inventing while slumbering
Dreams will make me rich

A roundhouse to heartache and an open-handed slap to pain
The end of hurt feelings and the pity refrain
I choose my reactions and hand pick my smiles
Though the lure of staying angry always beguiles
I will mask my disgust and continue on
And keep myself distant rather than fawn
I know better by now than to rely on a man
When I need to be made whole, I know that I can

I've been busy with catharsis
The only way a woman scorned knows how

Underhanded, schemy
Doesn't make me any better
But it feels right
For right now

Our first guest poet!

Our first guest poet here on Everyday Poetry is Joe Allard, a young poet musician also from Canada.

You can view more of his work at http://www.myspace.com/joeallard

Wavering Life

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

Throughout my life, I've felt a deep trance,

A need to fill it, with all I can grab.

Knowing it won't do, until I find something,

Something to grasp and cherish through time.

I wake up from my dream, covered in sweat,

Needing escape, of my life's dead weight.

Running in circles, knowing not the time passing,

Ending at the start of my spirit's surprise.

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

I look up above, with a tear in my eye,

Not knowing where my life will lead me later.

Falling to my knees, and begging for charge,

Screaming in vain, not seeing my answer.

From my seat at the feet of the lonely old masses,

I reach up in the light, to find my warmth.

A hand reaches down, and grasps a hold strong,

Lifting my spirit, away from the cold plight.

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

Needing a nudge to save me from my past,

I sense the old life, before I was risen.

You look in my eyes and see all my pain,

With one touch of your hand, I fear not the change.

I glance in your eyes and see my salvation,

knowing my life will never be the same.

I thank you for all the things you have saved,

For me to be with you and enjoy all of time.

Palm face up,

Searching for something,

Your hand the prize,

Your eyes my goal,

Your love, unfolds.

Palm face up,

Searching for something.

© Joe Allard, 2007

It's really ok
Really
I haven't felt like he was my bf in so long
Because he was so seldom here
And never here for me
I am hurt, wondering what I did
Why I deserve someone treating me so shitty
I never asked for it
Never wanted to be the other woman
Yet it's happened
Twice
Again
Why??

Less hurt than disgusted though
I wonder how someone can live their life that way
And how anyone can put up with it
If I knew one of my friends was like that
Poof
Gone
See ya

I don't make friends with trash
I leave it in a trash bag
At the bottom of my stairs
And take it to the bin
A few months later
'Cause I'm lazy like that

SIX FLIGHTS OF STAIRS!!!

Anyways. I'm going to move on.
Keep on truckin'
Maybe find someone who DOESN'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND
And DOESN'T LIE
Good luck, eh?

More baggage for the trip
More fodder for the new blog WHICH YOU MUST BOOKMARK

I can't tell
If you hate women
Or yourself
You need help
Figuring out what the hell
Makes you do this
And I long for you to realize
All this is wrong
And I never deserved it
None of us did
You're in debt with
So many women
And yourself

I wanna know what the fuck it was I did

All of the lies and pain
Too many and too much to measure
And for what?
What did you gain?

Worse off than you were
You had two birds in the bush
And they both flew away
To leave you alone with your anger

Now you have none in your hand
Except yourself
Unfulfilling, no?
Next time, think first if you can

Pause
Meditate on what you will be doing to her