Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

You can call
but I will not answer.

You can ring
but I will not pick up.

You can try and try
but I am not in.

copyright 2007

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

copyright 2007

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

copyright 2007

(how’s that, luv?)

Let us make a deal
No one sees our subterfuge
The record is sealed.

 copyright 2007

(here you go, michael. as requested. sarah)

beach dogs catch the rays
that sparkle across water
deep green and perfect

copyright 2007

Not long ago, my buddy Evyl did a really fun post that linked to a quiz which would tell you just how scary you are. Sadly, I discovered I was not scary at all. In fact, it said I was sweet. (boring!) But of course Evyl scored very high on the scary meter (lucky bastard). We got to talking and we thought we’d do our own little test of sorts.

Word association. He came up with a list and I came up with a list. You can see Evyl’s list with my word association and his and below is mine. Remember, I’m sweet and he’s scary. LOL.

Court
Sarah says: Woo me like no other.
Evyl says: The stuffy building where the judge bangs the gavel and says ‘ One more outburst and I will gag you like transvestite bondage queen.’

Line
Sarah says: Dialogue at its best.
Evyl says: What you use to pick up loose women at a seedy bar. Such as ‘Do you have a mirror in your panties because I can see myself in them.’

Paisley
Sarah says: Pattern that is thankfully no longer fashionable.
Evyl says: Isn’t that the pattern you get with Dollar Store Boxer Shorts?

Revile
Sarah says: Hatred from my deepest darkest places.
Evyl says: The emotion shared by all my ex-girlfriends.

Body
Sarah says: The home in which our spirits live.
Evyl says: A good quality to have in beer and women. Too thin and you have lite beer and bony chicks but a good full body and you have Guiness and one hell of a woman.

So, are you sweet or scary? It’s a fun question to ponder.

Sarah

Pennies gathered in a jar
all the same

None have a different idea
of who or what they are

Lonely pennies
waiting to be rolled
not knowing

For they were never told
they’re not worth much of anything
these days.

copyright 2006

I don’t really have anything to say
My clever words won’t come out to play today
My heart and soul can’t find its way
to entertain you.

My head won’t think
my eyes don’t blink
I’m not in the pink
sorry…nothing to see here.

copyright 2006

I gave my love
a Christmas tree
and trimmed it up
real nice.

In hopes that
he would see
that I deserved
the ice.

I strung it full
with tiny lights
and ornaments
of gold.

So he would really
set his sights
on something
rather bold.

Beneath the tree
I stacked the gifts
to make his eyes
go wide.

To raise his heart
to the cliffs
so his joy
could not hide.

He held me close
and kissed my cheek
and grinned
so very big.

But when I looked
and took a peek
I saw that he
was just a pig!

No engagement ring
did I find
beneath my
glorious tree

But rather just
some non-stick pots
which I threw at he….

Who broke my heart
and made me sad
on this Christmas day -
by giving me a gift
so bad
that I will make
him pay!
Merry Christmas! Sarah