Towards the sky

I truly enjoy taking long walks. Especially when those walks take me along the river. I’m always inspired. There’s a few things going on in my life of late, and many times I find that I turn my face towards the sky, taking comfort in the beautiful endless blue and the warmth of the sun. On a recent walk, as I looked towards the sky again, the words “towards the sky” hit me, and a poem just started to flow. I immediately sat down on a bench and hammered it out. So, the following is what transpired from that moment. Enjoy!

Towards the Sky

One door closes
another opens
if only
you’d let yourself see.

Hanging on tight
to what you had
blind to all
that lays ahead.

So afraid
of all the change
to stumble and fall
to turn the page.

Take a breath
and give it one more try
it’s all right there
just take hold.

You are so strong
I am so proud
I have faith in you
even if you don’t.

You are not alone
I’m here for you
so take my hand
I’ll never let go.

Dreams are made
by what’s inside
so turn your face
towards the sky.

Close your eyes
and feel the sun
let it warm you
and fill you with hope.

One step at a time
you don’t have to run
just move ahead
and don’t give up.

You’ve got it now
I knew it was so
there’s that smile
I’ve been waiting for.

Determination
fills your soul
never look back
only forward.

No more doubt
no regrets
one door closes
and one opens wide
let yourself inside.

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Scorched

Unleashing the worst in ourselves for the sake of the written word.  Sounds ominous, but as writers, we do this all the time.  Create dark, exciting stories that the reader can safely be a part of without the worry of any repercussions.  Sweet deal?  I’d say.  Check out the following, and let’s skirt the dark side together for a lil bit.

Scorched

I fear nothing
at the cost of everything.
The city bitterly weeps
blood-filled tears,
turning the streets crimson.

Fires rage,
torching the sky,
scorching the earth,
burning the very essence
of man from existence.

I move,
under the cover of night,
amidst a haze of grey smoke,
sight unseen.

My blade
is my companion,
moulding beautifully to my hand,
its weight perfect.
Perfectly deadly.

They will remember this night.
They will remember my name.
For like the flames
that lick at the heavens,
I will sear my revenge
into their very souls.

They will know fear.
They will know pain.
And like me,
they will never forget.

I’m very intrigued by the fantasy art that I come across.  They inspire me to delve deeply into the darkness and pull words from that abyss.  Sometimes when I see an image, the words just tumble free.  Other times, I need to study the image, and think:  what is this image saying to me?  The best part is that it will speak to me differently than someone else.  I tend to think about assassins, war, revenge, you know, the sweet and fluffy stuff.  Where others, might see an angel of mercy.  Not that I don’t see the possibility of an angel of mercy, but she will definitely be kicking some butt in my version.

So I wonder, why the need to write about darker subjects.  I think I’m fairly normal (although, that could be up for debate by some =P ).  So what is the draw to the dark side?  Sure, Darth Vader makes it sound good.  And, I’ve heard they have cookies – hey, I’ve seen the bumper stickers too.  So, what’s the allure, on both the writer’s and the reader’s part.  Stephen King said it perfectly in his book Danse Macabre:

“It deliberately appeals to all that is worst in us.  It is morbidity unchained, our most base instincts let free, our nastiest fantasies realized…and it all happens, fittingly enough, in the dark.  King goes on to say, “…as lifting a trapdoor in the civilized forebrain and throwing a basket of raw meat to the hungry alligators swimming around in that subterranean river beneath.  …. It was Lennon and McCartney who said that all you need is love, and I would agree with that.  As long as you keep the gators fed.” 

And he would know, cuz he’s definitely the “King” of horror.  Oh yes, pun intended.  So, standing on the precipice of light and dark is normal?  Well, that does makes me feel a bit better then.

Let the darkness reign free!  But let’s keep it to pen and paper only.  Um’kay?  =)

Apathy

OMG, I’ve crawled outta the woodwork and posted a blog!  Wowza!  Where have I been?  I’ve been asking myself that very question.  Where did the time go??  I swear I was only gonna take off a couple weeks, then BAM, months blew by.  Ugh.

Anyhoo, winter was actually pretty amazing, but I have to admit, I’m still glad it’s over.  Bring on summer!

My daughter’s curling season is over too, but she wowed us by winning three trophies this year!  Including club champions!  Dat’s my girl.  =D

So, in my home resides a veritable zoo – a bunny and two cats.  Okay, maybe to some that may not be a zoo, but my house is rather small, so it certainly feels like a zoo.  Phoenix, the newest addition, has a personality all her own.  She loves to eat — anything!  And I mean anything.  Recently, when I was washing the dishes, she plopped herself right next to me and meowed at me like she wanted something.  So, thinking it would be funny, I took a handful of bubbles and put it on her head.  It actually was rather funny to watch her contort to get them off, but what surprised me is that she ate the bubbles!  What??  Yah, I kid you not!  Now every time I do dishes, there she is, waiting for her serving of bubbles.  Yup, dat’s my kitty.

Now, getting to my writing project, I tilted to the darker side.  Wait…me, dallying on the dark side — big surprise.  LOL.  Enjoy!

Apathy

I am darkness
Flawed and tormented and dangerous.
I am bent
Perhaps even twisted
But not broken.
Bereft of love
My heart is black as night.
I struggle with a sliver of humanity.
It haunts me
And I despise it.

It flaunts itself
Sickly sweet kindness
Dripping with sarcasm.
Only fools believe in humanity.
Hidden behind scars and apathy
I have no use for it.
It has never served me well.

Hatred smoulders deep in my belly
Quelling all claims to humanity.
I prefer it that way.
My eyes, soulless
I am an empty vessel
Put on this earth for one purpose;
Destruction.
And if I die today
Hell awaits me
…and I welcome it.

Friendmas

The following is a revised version of a poem I wrote when I was about 17 years old.  I couldn’t find the original, but I remembered some of the lines and wanted to revive it.

I hope you enjoy!

Friendmas

Friendship at Christmas
Is the best gift of all
It doesn’t cost a penny
And has a size to fit all.

It’s easy to wrap
No paper, ribbons or bows
And easy to deliver
With cheer, and pink cheeks & nose.

It’s the gift that keeps on giving
And far better than something off a rack
Cuz every time you give it
You always get it back.

Friendship at Christmas
Fills your heart with good cheer
Has no expiry date or return policy
And grows stronger every year.

So share the best gift of the season
A true gift of the heart
And if it never crossed your mind to give
This is the perfect time to start.

Happy holidays to you and yours!

A lil Christmas ditty

Life of late has been crazy! Between work and getting ready for Xmas, my daughter’s curling and Xmas get togethers, writing took a bit of a back-burner. It just so happens that I had to write a silly poem about one of my bosses here at work for a get together. I figured, what the heck, I’ll post it.  😀

Wrote a lil ditty
And it goes like this
I’m feelin’ a lil shitty
Cuz I’m not into Xmas.

I was told I gotta write somethin’
About my boss, Louise
So it got me to thinkin’
They made this way too easy.

Suspicious of the sick
She won’t give me a hug
Tells me to “Stay away!  Ick!”
Cuz I’ve always gotta bug.

Sharp and witty
And a lil nasty too
She tells you like it is
No cryin’, boo-hoo.

But let’s face it, she’s great
I love her to pieces
I’ve said all I’m gonna say
Except of course, have a Merry Christmas!

She liked it! LOL. And she is awesome.

Wishing everyone a wonderful and safe holiday!

Fields of gold

Lately, I’ve been feeling more pride than usual for the farming community.  My job is agriculture related.  Much of my family are generational farmers.  In fact, check out this crazy cute picture of life on my aunt and uncle’s farm:

This pic always makes me smile! =D

Because of my ag-musings, I decided to write something in honour of these amazing people — our farmers.  Kudos to their strength, hard work and incredible hearts.

Fields of gold

A vast sea of golden grains
Softly swaying in a gentle gust
Combines work in the distance
Kicking up thick clouds of dust.

Days begin at dawn
And run late into the night
Harvest so very dependant
On the weather treating them right.

Farm life is a hard one
So many elements of the unknown
Every day is a new challenge
But it’s a life to call their own.

Farms persevere for generations
Built on pride, blood, sweat and tears
The reward outweighs the difficulties
Giving them the strength to carry on each year.

Giving credit where credit is due
Stand with hearts and hands unfurled
These people are our nation’s pride
Their endeavours feed the world.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

All hallows

It’s Halloween! A spooky and fun night for all. All the lil ghosts and goblins visit, excited about the treats they will get. I bought full-sized chocolate bars and they were all gone by 7:30! Wow. Good times!

In the spirit of the night, I decided to write a lil something. Enjoy!

All Hallows

The sun sets
Darkness falls
The moon rises
Casting shadows.

Spirits stir
Whispers fill the night
Wispy fog rolls and creeps
Stirred by air so crisp and light.

Costumes adorned
Turnips and pumpkins with faces carved
Bonfires burn full and bright
To ward evil off.

Door to door
To beg in guise
“Soul cakes for the dead!”
To aid them in their journey into the afterlife.

Have a safe and wonderful Halloween!

Precious

I think winter is trying to sneak in the back door when I’m not looking, cuz there was snow on the ground yesterday.

Say what!

I say; NO SNOW!

Okay, like anyone listens to me, especially Mother Nature.

Anyway, the curling season is under way for my daughter.  She played a game in her junior league — and won!  And she played a game in her ladies league — didn’t win that game, but her team gave those ladies a run for their money!  She makes me so proud.  =D

Now, for this week, ‘Life’ is a topic that rears its head with me every so often.  There are often things in my own life that trigger certain poems – I usually just call that ‘inspiration’.   =)

Enjoy the read.

Life is uncertain
Filled with highs and lows
We can either coast through it
And accept what life throws at us
Or we can carve out our own destiny.

Life is perilous
I refuse to accept despair
I will push and pull and claw my way out
I will feel the sunlight on my face
And leave the darkness far behind.

Life is choice
No one controls me
No one can dictate what I can or cannot do
No one can destroy my dreams
Unless I let them.

Life is precious
Each day is a gift
Do not take it lightly
For as easily as it is given
It can be taken away.

For more poetry by some amazing poets, check out: dVerse Poets Pub

Toxic

So Thanksgiving weekend has come and gone. I’m full of turkey and pumpkin pie and well rested. I got in some awesome Angry Birds playing time — which is ultimately the most important thing on my Thanksgiving long weekend agenda. Oh, yeah. =D And I saw the movie, “Real Steel” — LOVED IT!!

For this weeks exercise, the line “carved-out words with a poison pen” got stuck in my head and inspired the following:

Toxic

Carved-out words with a poison pen
Venom drips from a blood-red tip
And pools upon deep mahogany.

This toxic essay, reflective of a hidden agenda
Woos me, torments me, inspires me
To taste of the darkness that is my soul.

Words spin and tumble in my head
Desperate to be free
But are held behind iron bars of polite society.

Whispered half-truths, deafening to my ears
Sparkle with the ugly glitter of compliance
My forked-tongue silenced.

Censored by walls that contain me
I tear at the bindings
Determined to set myself free.

Let the spoken word flourish
Let the written word bear fruit
And let polite society be damned.

I’m keeping things short and sweet. That, and I got nothing…slow week. Take care!

For more poetry by some amazing poets, check out: dVerse Poets Pub

Autumn Flair

Look at me!! I’m blogging again. Happy happy days. Blog slacker, be gone!

Autumn is in the air. Well, technically, it still kinda feels like summer, but who’s complainin’!! Wowza! Yesterday, Winnipeg reached an all time high of 31C. Autumn is officially my 2nd favourite season. Oh yeah. =D

I’m happy to say that both my kids are well situated back in school. Is it wrong to be so happy?? =D

My daughter is loving high school, getting involved in everything she can. We spent last night at an hour long meeting for the high school curling team. She’s on the junior and ladies curling league, as well as the high school team. Can we say momma’s gonna have no life — hello chauffeur. Ahh, well, comes with the territory.

My son started the first of many courses he will be taking on his journey to becoming a paramedic. Momma’s so proud!! You go, Jay!

The other day, while enjoying this amazing weather, my daughter decided she wanted to join me on my daily run. I warned her that I will prolly slow her down (she’s a long distance runner on the high school cross-country team), but she was determined to run with me. It was a great run, keeping pace with her was a lil tough, but I did it. Was a personal best moment, if I do say so myself.

So, anyway, with the leaves changing colours and falling off the trees, I was definitely feeling some poetic energy. Which is good, cuz I’ve been poetically stunted this last little while. I hope you enjoy my lil word-soiree.

Autumn Flair

Red, orange, brown and yellow
Leaves brand the blue sky
Igniting the heavens
With vivid high definition colour.

The air, crisp and clean and cool
And smelling earthy
As the fallen leaves bow their heads
In preparation of a long winters sleep.

The sun smiles and bathes the earth
With beautiful tendrils of light
And a warmth that envelopes the soul
Propagating love.

A season of infinite change
Obvious to the eye and felt in the soul
As can only truly be done
With autumn flair.

For all my Canadian friends, have a wonderful Thanksgiving long weekend!