Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives
“The elevator to success is out of order.
You’ll have to use the stairs… one step at a time.”
Joe Girard
I am Out of Order for Today
Call it
A writer’s block
Or a total lock
My mind just
Put up the sign
“Empty room
For hire”
I will not pine
Somewhere
The fire
Can be found
Lifting me
Off the ground
To unblock
I will catch
The hook
To unlock
My writer’s mind
Posted in Throwback Thursday: Treasures from the archives
“Breathe-in experience,
breathe-out poetry”
Muriel Rukeyser
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore
Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement
I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry
A poem a day keeps the Shrink at bay!
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry” Muriel Rukeyser
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore
Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement
I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry
A poem a day keeps the Shrink away!
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress” Philip Roth
The Four Stages
My mind racing
A mile a minute
Restless pacing
Time not infinite
Head filled
With many stories
Not too thrilled
Of those inventories
Work in progress
Rather than in press
Not an offense
Just a defence
The stages of writing
Clear in my head
Would rather be
Or staying in bed
I hate it, I love it
I am up, I am down
I am all around
Unable to commit
Now needed
Some simple planning
Write until depleted
Then only be fanning
When a task is completed
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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all” Charles Bukowski
Block, What Block?
Deadline approaches
Shoving off the roaches
Clearing the table
Computer enabled
Typing, typing, typing
Trickles of sweat
On my forehead
Writing some more
Oh what a bore
Writing, writing, writing
Reading out loud
Feeling kind of proud
Even without a crowd
Sitting on a cloud
I love it
I feel uplifted
Its pure golden
Feeling bolden
Continuing my writing
Reading back
I feel the lack
Lost the right track
I am a quack
I hate it
It’s utter shit
My writing sucks
What the fuck
Almost quitting
Seems fitting
Maybe try knitting
Before I am splitting
Delete, delete, delete
Giving it a third try
Even though feeling dry
No pain no gain
I need a new aim
Writing, writing, writing
Finally done
Hesitation all gone
Task completed
Feeling depleted
Reading, reading, reading
Not half bad
Finally feeling glad
Afraid of changing my mind again
I hit send
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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
“Do more, complain less”
I need a Different Tune to Sing to
Repeat this mantra and you’ll soon believe it
Turning into a complete little shit
“My head is empty, my head is empty, my head is empty,
completely and abso-freaking-lutely empty”
Not one sensible thought passing through
The mind no longer sharp and clever
The neurons and positrons or what ever
Have turned into some kind of inert goo
Head spinning around like being possessed
Just like Linda Blair in the Exorcist
The thought pattern repeating those same old tunes
Feels like running on mere fumes
Stuck and totally out of luck
Like a sitting duck awaiting the slayer
Or a broken needle on a record player
Not adding any new layers
Complaining more and nothing gets done
Seems the mojo is lost and so is all the fun
It is time to change the needle or the record
Even if it takes a lot of effort
Repeating this mantra and soon you will believe
The best proven remedy to achieve
Is to do more and complain less
And in a new tune singing your way out of this mess
An homage to Poetry
“Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry” Muriel Rukeyser
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore
Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement
I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry
A poem a day keeps the Shrink away!
“The elevator to success is out of order. You’ll have to use the stairs… one step at a time.” Joe Girard
I am Out of Order for Today
Call it
A writer’s block
Or a total lock
My mind just
Put up the sign
“Empty room
For hire”
I will not pine
Somewhere
The fire
Can be found
Lifting me
Off the ground
To unblock
I will catch
The hook
To unlock
My writer’s mind
An homage to Poetry
“Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry” Muriel Rukeyser
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore
Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement
I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry
A poem a day keeps the Shrink away!
An homage to Poetry
“Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry” Muriel Rukeyser
Stuck Between a Poem and a Hard Place
I am a poet
But did not know it
Now I am writing
Lyrics without biting
The bullets
My mind to the fullest
Hammering the keyboard
Not a big chore
No, not anymore
Ever since I started
I cannot be parted
From the blank page
That clean slate
Words pouring
My heart roaring
I feel elevated
Totally animated
Full of excitement
I am completely and utterly
Lost in Poetry
A poem a day keeps the Shrink away!
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