Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Oh say
Can you see
by the Dawn’s
early light…

can our hearts still see
our beautiful country
in all her glory?

copyright 2009

Tags: freedom, home, original poetry

Philosophy
someone’s idea
of what I should think
quotes
words to live by
maxims
axioms
axiomatic truisms
Man can not embrace his own experience
blah blah blah
Made for empty minds
compelled to fill
to stave off the hunger
for something true.
Time? Space? Libido complex?
Delusions of grandeur? perhaps.
Know what you know and
know that you know,
I always say
Ivory towers are better
left for ivy
and long-haired beauties looking
for love

copyright 2008

Tags: bullshit, know-it-alls, original poetry, philosophy

Scribbles on a page
chronicle my route
pave my journey
from the sublime
to the ridiculous

Stupid musings
and profound thoughts
litter the pages
of my messy notebook

copyright 2007

Broken pieces
litter life’s great hopes
scattered like sparkling
shards of broken glass.
Reflecting and blinding
capable of heat
and cutting deeply.

Wounds
that refuse to heal
leave the scars
that tell a story
no one wants
to read.

Eyes look away
hands offer false
condolensces.
Never touching hearts
that need desperately
the contact
denied them.
Never knowing
the kaliedascope
that lies within.

Copyright 2007

If I had never
come along
would my absence
to you, seem wrong?
(would you feel it?)

If you had never
lived and breathed
would your footprint
disappear the need?
(of your soul to mine?)

If paths that crossed
had never been
would the world change
and stop its spin?
(would the dance end?)

Do we matter
in the greater scheme
to one another
or do I dream?
(who would wake me?)

In life’s fabric
are we each a thread
that if removed
make words unsaid?
(which words don’t matter?)

Can another come
and take our place
without interupting
a sacred space?
(reserved for only one?)

copyright 2007

Little white chevy
I mourn your passing too much
to utter aloud.

copyright 2007

Lately,
my soul wonders
if it still has
a pulse.
And I…

Breathe…
through every turn
of the knife
that cuts into
the spirit

Grimace…
at the pain
and smile to the
one who seeks
to hack away
the ideas

Dance….
away from the granite
hearts of smaller minds
that do not see
what is in front of them
and calling
their names

Defy…
the dark and coldness
that will not live
in the light
of beautiful things
that spring
from my
imagination.

copyright 2007

When my life hurts
I imagine my other life
on the road not taken.

But, my mind wants to know
if is it the road not taken
that determines my life
Or me?

Would I be a different me
if I chose a different road?
Would the me of me
change with the seasons
the colors or the geograhy
Just because?

Or is it a trick
I play on myself
to explain away
my choices
good and bad
right and wrong
smart and stupid?

Even in my imaginings
I seem not able
to remove me from me
Untaken road or not.
No matter where I travel
in cars, on foot, in my imagination
the me of me is always there.

copyright 2007

Stinking, humid heat
Drought-ridden summer parches
Damned Aussie seasons!

copyright 2007

(how’s that, luv?)

If we look at the moon
in the same sky
on the same night
Are we side by side?

If my spirit hears you
and my soul feels you
Are you here?
Am I there?

If we are soul mates
will we find each other
and discover
We were never lost?

copyright 2007