Morning Scene

The song in the first verse is "All In a Day" by the outstandingly amazing Joe Strummer, the punk rock warlord, and the original punk rock poet.

Let me know what you think about this piece, please. Thanks so much! :-)

One of my favorite Joe Strummer photos. Found on Google.

Morning Scene

I wake up in a good mood;

even before opening my eyes

the lyrics of a favorite song

are playing themselves

along my mind.

I sing along,

In Sherwood Forrest we had Robin Hood

Everybody’s rocking here around the hood!

I shuffle myself into the kitchen,

pick up an apple and bite,

all the while bopping my head

to what has already become

the day’s soundtrack.

I grab my notebook

then my favorite (clicky) pen,

and take them to the porch.

I write about the things

that make me smile,

that make me tick.

I write knowing that I

am a poet, and this morning

I’m not embarrassed

to admit it.

I watch the runners,

and the bikers, and the motorcyclists,

the drivers, and the neighbors

all go by my house,

and I write for them.

I read the news,

check my social media,

and my e-mails and texts,

and I write for them.

I write about what I know

and what I want to understand.

I write to unite my thoughts

and I hope to write

one day to unite the world.

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Just Dented

This is a continuation of one of the pieces that I posted last week. Everyone who told me what they thought said that this was their favorite of the 3, and that it seemed kinda like a song. I write like that sometimes, so I decided to give this form of poem a day (though I'm sure it probably already has one, but whatever!), I'm calling it a song poem. So if anyone actually wants to try to put it to music, have at it. Although I play guitar, I suck at turning my words into songs. 

Let me know what you think of this one! Thanks!! :-)

Just Dented

Fooled again by a man

that I trusted, all while

being more cautious

than I have been before.

He doesn't know

that he didn't break me;

no, this time

I'm only dented.

I’ve been broken before,

kicked and thrown around,

left feeling useless

and not quite whole.

I’m healing, stronger now

where I was once broken.

and this time,

I’m only dented.

Dents still hurt,

still leave a mark.

But each day I’m better,

looking more like myself.

I’ll still think about him.

He left his mark.

But this time,

I’m only dented.

I lock into moments

of peace and happiness,

and drown out those moments

of being using.

He played me,

took me for a ride.

Still, this time

I’m only dented.

My heart took a kick,

lost a little blood.

But I'm still standing,

still smiling, singing,

playing and laughing.

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Life Is My Muse & Other Thoughts From Tonight

I sat  down and just wrote tonight. What came out was one poem and a few shorter verses. The poem is first and then I tacked on the other two things that I wrote, that aren't quite fully formed poems, but I still kinda like them. I hope you do to! Let me know what you think. Thanks!! :-)

Life Is My Muse

I like to find my poetry

where ever I tend to be.

Sitting now on my futon,

Superman blanket draped

over my shoulders, acoustic

music plays from my computer.

My mind is wandering

to the events of this past month.

A rich man tried to woo

me with his fleet of eight cars,

before I realized that he

was just a player.

Sure, his brand new Mustang

was a lot of fun to ride in.

But my beat up 13-year old

Forrester has character,

it has stories.

Besides, he probably wouldn't

have liked being shoved against

the rails at a punk rock concert;

and that's the kind of girl

that I really am.

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Just Dented

Fooled again by a man

that I trusted, while more

cautious than I have been before.

He doesn't know

that he didn't break me;

no, this time

I'm only dented.

My heart took a kick,

lost a little blood.

But I'm still standing,

still smiling, singing,

playing and laughing.

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Punk Rock Poetry

Punk concerts are poetry.

I feel the most alive

when I'm at one.

Feeling the vibrations flowing

through my entire body,

shaking me to my core

feeding me energy. I can

lose myself in the greatest way.

Silently connecting to others,

moving, singing, sweating as one.

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