Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

Flying out on the edge of the universe
looking down,
trying to make some sense
but sense doesn’t make.

It’s so damned quiet up here
don’t know what to think
I’m not scared
but I’m not happy either.

Got to get over the
edge
over the edge of
the universe
get beyond the boundaries
beyond the walls
but if I do,
I won’t come back
maybe…

Would you miss me
if I didn’t?

copyright 2006

Opinions never spoken
never voiced
Happiness, victories
unrejoiced

Hollow words
unfulfilled…
violent anger,
deep and stilled

Such was my
life as a child;
daisies in a
field,
growing wild

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There is a garden
that lives on my wall
it’s flowers are lovely
but have no
scent at all

But when I feel
lonely
or lost
or blue
I gaze into my garden
hoping to find
sweet memories
of you

It’s not sentiment
or solace
or happiness
I seek

But answers
to questions
that voices
don’t speak

My garden
just stays
there
on my livingroom
wall…
through the
hours and minutes
long and
tall

It offers me a door
to another place
where I am
not known
by name
or by face

And when it is
quiet
and the space
feels still
my garden
is there
lovely
and stays
by my will

So when all is lost
and my house
is a mess;
I can go
to my garden
to take
a sweet rest

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No longer a child
and yet not old
No longer shy
still not bold

In between
rich and poor;
good and bad…
wanting more
than my mother had

Full of ideas
and things to do
Feel like paper
in need of glue

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No more Christmas crisis
no more Christmas crap
I feel my head exploding
so many gifts to wrap

No more petty fighting
no more whines or groans
the only sounds I’m wanting
is lovely Christmas tones

I know your cheer is dying
and your job is on the edge
but if you don’t stop your crying
I’ll push you off the ledge

So stuff your face with cookies
and give us all a break
wear your god damned Santa Hat
or your ass I’ll bake

Yell ho, ho, ho and hee, hee, hee
and make another smile
cuz if I throw you out of the car
you’ll have to walk for miles

You have all year to be a bitch
and make us roll our eyes
so suck it up and knock it off
and tell some Christmas lies

Peace on Earth, Goodwill to men
Is what I want from you
And if you give me what I want
I may not even sue!

Merry Christmas!

copyright 2006

(there…I feel better. how about you? sarah )

(since it’s been rather solemn around here lately, I thought I’d take a break from the fiction and offer a laugh. This was sent to me by a friend in an email. I am not the author but I’d sure like to meet them and thank them for the chuckles.  sarah)

CHRISTMAS CAROLS FOR THE “DYSFUNCTIONAL”:

1. Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?

2. Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Kings Disoriented Are

3. Dementia — I Think I’ll be Home for Christmas

4. Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me

5. Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets
and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees
and…..

6. Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me

7. Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open
Fire

8. Personality Disorder — You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m
Gonna Pout, Maybe I’ll Tell You Why

9. Attention Deficit Disorder — Silent night, Holy oooh look at the
froggy can I have a chocolate, hey pretty lights, why is France so far
away?

10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder –Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells,Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle ……

Sometimes I’m a
lonely child
and I wonder
from where
I came…
trying so hard
to come only
from myself
and so
by myself
I am…
distant and
discontented

Wondering
what the why
is
what the
where
and what for…
turning inward
I look for
an answer
Looking outward
for relief…
aimlessly wandering
the path of
my experiences
But they do not help…

Sometimes…
I’m looking for wisdom
I haven’t yet
gained
Yearning for
freedom
of invisible chains…

Sometimes I’m a
lonely child
feeling I’m the
only one…
looking about
looking above
my undaunting search
for the peace
of spirit
that someone said was there…

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Like a warrior
he stand tall and brave
as a soldier
he goes into battle
sure of his weapons
sure of himself.
Always with a
smile at his lips
a sparkle in his eye.

He places his helmet
raises shield
and goes happily
to face competitor and foe.
And wins…
Though bruised and bloodied
His heart has wings
and it soars
toward the heavens.

The people cheer
for having been saved.
In his path
flowers are strewn
Hossannas sung
gifts are lain.

So clear in purpose
so high in ideals is he
that they will follow him
into battle
and aye, even die for him.

On certain mornings
he has risen
to see the sun shining
making golden orbs upon
the water.
He has seen the
rainbow fish
laying at the cool bottom.
He has put on
the armor,
the dress of battle…

He has looked toward
the lake
and toward the boyhood memories.
Of the maiden
he thinks
that waits for him
ever patient
ever true.

He thinks of the son
they have not yet made
that should now
be a tall shoot of a boy.
He looks upon
the scars of his body
still young
still strong.

He thinks what fool
is he
to go on this way.
Remove his armour
he does not.
Turn his back
close his mind
he will not.

As he looks out
as he sees these things
he sees also
what life would be
for all those he loves
and loves not.
Were it not for him
were it not for his
strength
his courage
his tenacity.

So…
as a warrior
who stands tall and brave
as a soldier
he goes into battle.
Sure of his cause
sure of his purpose.
Always with a smile
at his lips
and a light in
his eye.

For there still lie dragons
to slain
children to be protected
battles to be fought
and wars to be won.
And it is he
who has stood for
them all.

It is he
that carries the weight
so well upon his shoulders.
He who laughs
at the danger
and evil…
He has given us
pride in ourselves
our world
our ways.
Given us hope
in our future.

And if ever he has wept
we have not known.
If ever he was hurt
we were not told.
If ever he has wanted to turn away
it has been a secret
never uttered.

I am sure
he has wept
and bled and pained
and has longed for
the life of a normal man -
an ordinary man.

As a leader
he has stood
among weaker men
and smiled.
And with that smile
given strength.
Made us think
we too are strong…

For indeed
with him we are
And shall always be.

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As two soldiers
we have fought
shoulder to shoulder
the bond between us
too strong
to be broken
by word or weapon.

Together we have won
battles of this life
and other lives…
With each new victory
we have celebrated.

Toward each new battle
we have marched.
Whistling down the road
dressed in tatters
fresh with scars
confience never dimmed.

Certain we are, in one another.
You are my shield
as I am yours.
My life you have
for the asking.

For what is life
if not to be given
to one who knows the
secrets of your soul?
What is ship
without sail?
What is earth without
sun?
What is life
without purpose?

It is what I am
without you…
It is empty and dark.
It is a game lost
before begun.

And if there is a God
I pray
that He might
give blessing
to our pact
of eternal devotion and trust.
I pray that we might
always be there
for one another.

To face
each new battle
each new barrier
that crosses the path
and throws shadow on
our purpose.

Together
Life is a Game
we can face
with a smile
and a laugh.

Copyright 2006

Weave your merry spell
Magician!
Send it far
and wide
across this land.
Give back to the people
its magic.
Your magic.

Send it to
the darkest corner
deepest caves.
The lonliest, saddest places.
Bring it forth.
Stir it up well
in your black kettle.
Til it bubbles and brims
spills
over the hopelessness of
this land’s people.

Let it give wings
to the heaviest of hearts
and sorriest of souls.
Let it make again
the music which once abounded.
But is now
a faint echo to those of us
who remember.

Oh Magician
grow bigger
grow stronger.
Send your magic dust
to cover every part
every being.
Let babies be born again
into a world
of form and beauty.
Let them smile with
their first sight of it.

Let us not
the handful of artisans
left on this dusty rock
toil any longer
without hope
or promise.
Make us strong with
your web of knowledge
and light.

Let us help to
lead them out
of the caves of blindness.
Open their eyes
that they might see.
The wonder that is the Game.
The joy that is Life.

Copyright 2006