Showing posts with label Word Doodles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Word Doodles. Show all posts

Monday, May 6, 2013

A Tribute


This woman 
Is a woman who
Frequently turns words 
Into sunshine
Turns phrases into moonshine
That gets you drunk.
It either geeks you out
Or tears you up
And either way
You find yourself stuck
To your seat,
The room spinning,
Your mouth grinning
Your tears leaking, streaking down your face
Without your permission.
Her words are just bliss and
You find yourself
Aching for more.
This poet will leave your heart sore
Like legs after running.
Or she’ll make your soul soar 
Like a baby bird becoming something
That can finally reach the clouds.
The woman speaks nothing 
But the truth and she’ll 
Speak thoughts from your head
That you never knew you had.
She will leave you breathless, yet breathing.
She will leave you reeling
She will leave you feeling
Like nothing on this earth 
Is worth less than a thousand words.
When you and I might see black and white
This woman’s mind will take flight
And make rainbows
Out of letters and lack of punctuation.
Her words have given her a reputation.
She holds up a sign that says
These feelings are mine,
But I hope you can use them.
And if she says it, you can sure as hell see it.
She talks about
Play ground bullies and love,
She talks about growing up
And rising above
The storms that blow so many of us away.
She talks about being young.
And being gay
While living among
A homophobic family
Who struggles to see her way
Of life as acceptable.
A four time Denver Grand Slam champion
Not to mention the credit for touching a million
Young people who struggle to smuggle
Themselves into normality.
But she says to hell with normality,
And teaches what she has already learned
And preaches what she has discerned to be
Good advice.
She tells us to simply be nice.
And kind
Through the words that rhyme
Easily 
Peasily.
Abandoning the dictionary
But somehow you always know
What she means.
Like in your dreams
When you see a face
Which you don’t recognize,
But somehow you know who it is
Despite their vague looks
Her words have left the corners of her note books
And found home in the corners of our minds
In many corners of the world.
And here it finally unfurls.
This woman:
The poetry charmer
The phrase farmer
A woman with words for armor...
Andrea Gibson.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

To My Togepi (A Drunken Poem)

I hear your
Smile from across the room
And turn to see
Your laughter
Spilling all over
Like markers
Easily on a white page.
Your thoughts
Are ART,
Connecting and creating
In a way that
Confuses convention
And outwits the water
Who drowns
Originality.
Original Gangster,
You are your own.
But mine, all the same.
And guess who I love.
C'est toi.

Only


If I were the sun, I would warm you.
Caress your handsome features 
With the ends of my molten fingers.
Reach, stretch toward the earth
To lick the tip of your nose
And bathe your soul in sunshine
And wish the warmth might heat your heart.
I'd make arrangements with the clouds
Who'd protect you from my blaze
And I'd miss you on those days,
But you would be the reason I rose.

If I were the wind,
I would comb your hair with cool breeze.
Lull you to sleep when you please
On our wind chime.
I would whistle and sing through the trees,
I would blow away your sorrows
And ease into tomorrow
Each morning, waking you again
With a light airy touch
As I whisper,
"Good morning, my love."

If I were the moon,
I would pull and push the tides
In whatever direction you wished to float.
In the depths of the most velvety black night,
I would illuminate your path
With a silvery glow.
And every night I would boast to the stars.
That you are mine.

But I'm only me
And all I can do
Is love you.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Books

They looked at the corny cover
Of my corny book
And called it corny.
And they were right.
But isn't there a saying
About people and faces?
Something that tells us
Not to judge based on races
Or features or clothing,
Or style, or looks?
Maybe that saying
Could be applied to books.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Yeast Roll


My soul.
My soul
 is like a
Yeast roll,
'Cause it's fluffy.
And light
And tasty and warm.
And it melts in your
Mouth.
Plus
It can
Transform
When you squeeze it.
So squeeze it
And squeeze me.
Shape me to your own.
I can fit in your fist.
I would make it my home.
You can
Kneed me
And need me.
Squish me..
And then swallow me
Whole.
You can swallow my soul.
If you want to.
And I'd love you
Because I love you.
I love you.





Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Ambling

Vague impressions.
Illusions, delusion,
Allusions to what
May have been
Passion.
Now only blind spots.
Unfocused focal points
Where a bright light
Once shone
Too bright.
I sink
Deep
Into murky, placid ocean.
And the water confuses
My image and actions
In it's wavering facets
And unruly
Refractions.
Apathetic towards
My longing
For solidity.
I'm just wandering.
Ambling.
Searching.
Dizzily.

Black Marker

A thick Black marker
Outlines, emphasizes,
Eliminates dimension,
Flattens and draws
Attention.
Impossible to ignore.
Improbably erased.
And always leaves
The bleakest
Trace.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Artist

My throat aches 
From silently screaming.
I can't find a tear
But know somewhere 
They're streaming.
I keep throwing rocks
But the water won't ripple.
Which way is up?
How can I know, 
If gavity's fickle?
I recognize brilliance
But never create it.
Something has happened
And now I'm sedated.
Like I'm drowning 
In water that's only luke warm.
I don't know my skin 
From the sea.
Or calm 
From the storm.
I'm lost in the grey. 
I long for definition.
I'm an artist
Who envies 
The mathematician.

It Feels Like Rain

I'm falling out of the world we created.
Inch by inch, my grip is slipping.
I'm in love with our eradicated 
Reality.
And it feels like tripping.
It feels like rain.
It feels like falling.
It feels insane.
But I'm coming down.
It's letting up.
Each second 
Closer to the ground.
Each second 
Running out of luck.
I need my fix, my you, my drug.
I'll only need just one more hit..
Of you.
Of us.
Of imaginary love.
So come inside me, fill me up.
Help me forget which way is up.

Silence

Our love may be
Described in silence.
A warm embracing
Quiet
That mutes
Surrounding clangor.
A soft and constant
Pressure
That holds me
Gently in tact.
A wordless hush
That becomes us.
Sporadic, jolting noise
Easily muffled
By the soothing sound
Of silence.

Intertwine

My life weaves in and out,
Tangled up in yours.
Sewn together,
Hearts and minds
Intertwine.
I nuzzle your body
And bundle up
Inside your subconscious.
Seeking refuge.
Finding comfort.
Finally glad to be alive.

Rainy Desert


Lost in a rainy desert
Swimming though runny sand
Struggling, sinking, slipping
Muddy granulation
Chafes against my skin
Irritating and scraping away
At my mushy exterior
To its slight, smooth foundation
Leaving a pink balloon
Full of my self
Flimsy, fragile, supple balloon
Translucently displaying
My human mechanisms
Eradicating privacy 
And ruining secrets
Which were mine