Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

If she could be
a butterfly
I know she’d
grab the chance
To sport herself
those lovely wings
to fly that dizzy dance

If she could be
a rainbow
splash colours
‘cross the bay
she’d take it up
this I know
and fingerpaint
the day

If she could
clothe the lonely
with her magic
pixie dust
they’d never feel
just only
for love of life
they’d lust

A sound, sound lass
she really truly
Sparkles
her love when cast
across the sky
does chase away
the darkels

And never for a
moment
should she ever doubt
that God has
made her special
to pour her loving
Out

copyright 2008

Tags: good souls, magical people, sound lasses

I cannot judge
your words by rules
for I never learnt them
nor cared to

I do not know if
the illiteration lilts or flails
if the syntax sings or croaks
if the form drapes with
a dancer’s fluid grace
or flops like a dying fish

I only know how
they make me feel
I only know if they
lift my heart
to the sun and beyond
I only know if they
speak to me
in a language strange
and beautiful

I only know if they
make me scream and
cry and giggle and guffaw
and tap my toe to a piper’s tune
not yet written

I only know if they
pour out of me
fast and furious
the words that have
been buried in the deep
in dark and delicious places
that open their eyes
like flower changelings
from exotica

Aye, that I know
And they
Do.

copyright 2008

Tags: Inspiration, Poetry, what i know

my dear friend, anonymum has bestowed a lovely award upon me. it is called the arte y pico. it is about the beauty that writers and artists have spread on the internet. i am so honoured and i thank you, more than you know, dear moe.

the award was started by ana and she makes very lovely, hand made dolls and even though her blog is in spanish, i can feel the strong and lovely energy there and feel her intent about the award. it was an act of love on her part i think and i find it all a very beautiful idea.

the rules dictate that i pass the award onto five more recipients whom i feel have created and given beauty to this world of electronic impulses and graphics and electrons.

my choices are:

paul squires
ozy
tom
spaz
ali

all beautiful writers who i think strive to give at least some small piece of beauty back. i hope they will accept it and pass it on.

the rules:

1) pick 5 blogs that you consider deserving of this award; creativity, design, interesting material, and also a contributer to the blogger community, no matter of language.

2) each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.

3) each award-winning blog, has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.

4) award-winning blog and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of Arte y pico so everyone will know the origin of this award {not in English btw}

5) show these rules.

Tags: arte y pico, award, beauty

Oh! fly away man
of words
you make me laugh
great gobs of jolly
and mirth

You jeer me
and cheer me
and seed bouquets of words
not meant to grow in
the same soil
their verdant tendrils
reaching for heaven
finding mere earth

You catapult my thoughts
beyond their limits
over the stars and
to the lyrical gauzy world of
what if? why not? and will be

And I cannot feel
tethered or torn
old or pained in
your presence…
only watch my soul take
Wing

copyright 2008

Tags: freedom, fuck'em, Life, Poetry

Weeds became
dragons and
warriors of the
dark

Clouds assumed
ghostly attitudes
posing aptly
and waving to
me

Strangers were
villians and thugs
neighbors unwitting
victims of same

Cats and dogs
were children sweeties
to be protected
dressed and
disciplined

Playmate…
my partners
in crime
detection
and make-believe

Daisy fields
my grand stage
for dancing
twirls
and heart broken
ballads sung to
stray cats
I mean, my
chidren….

Dark dank basement
a dungeon
that held my
captives when
lucky enough was I
to snare them

School
a prison to
stage many
escapes
poolside my
caribbean hide
away

My mind
the only
travel agent
I ever
Needed

copyright 2008

Tags: Imagination, original poetry

Trouble is brewing
I thought I smelled something
but I put my head
out the window
Then up my ass
Some things you
just don’t want to smell
Take in
Own

Some things need
to stay shut and
out of sight
Because looking
them in the eye
only makes
the darkness grow

There is no sun
in trouble
There is no cleanse
in betrayal
The truth ain’t always
a pretty gift
wrapped with a bow
Sometimes…
It’s a premature tombstone
without an epitath.

copyright 2008

Have to get out
of myself
My clammoring head
my ceaseless, peaceless
gray matter
Hit Parade
marching soldiers
of unrest and
calm anihilation

Where’s the trapdoor
that I placed for
this occasion?
My out escapes me
I can hear
the baying hounds
who catch my scent

Thirst for blood
take no prisoners
Time
won’t make this better
there is no better
to make

The noose puts its
hands about my neck
Maybe the squeeze
will be
a welcome relief.

copyright 2008

I liked believing
that you were real
Just for that flash
of lightning moment
That immeasurable
fraction of un-time
and fathomless space

Because seeing
those eyes and
the dancing soul
behind them
was worth
the lie

Feeling that
dizzy sparkle
alive and surging
brighter than
all the suns
I ever knew
was worth
the lie

Sharing the
secret that pulsed
between us
and made our
footprints one depth
upon the universe
was worth
the lie

Lie
to
me
again

copyright 2008

Brown as a berry
sun-kissed skin
a gift
from the SUN
Red, ripe tomatoes
bare-footed relaxing
Melons sweet & juicy

Orange blossom evenings
jasmine breezes
starry, inky sky
Neon colored tanks
and sparkled hair
I open to
the SEASON
as a flower to the
sun

copyright 2008

I sheltered true
from the storm
of CHILDHOOD
and pirouetted through
dangerous waters
Deep and all consuming
Hiding well my
pride &
self knowledge
beneath
plaid clam diggers
and curly pigtails

Eyes, green and
kalieoscope
never missing
a trick or a snick
or a snat
Taking notes
Mama didn’t
know
she still doesn’t

Tags: childhood, original poetry, poem