But, A Posey

Sometimes a poem is just a poem

a pen is maybe just, a pen

words strung together to impress

sometimes a poem is eternity

or that blue butterfly by request 

more often of life, perhaps death

the universe's forgiveness or less

perky pretty ponies play pool

sinfully sad sinister street sloths

it's all stuck in the mind's soul

a pearl of wisdom, a grand idea

it's the walk of shame or exhilaration

reminisce past, present, future lovers 

a broken ragdoll, make her breathe

take the rainbow over the moon 

plunge the soul into despairs of Hades

eat, drink, be merry and multiply

cherish the memories of bygones

exalt the superpowers of love and Gods

inhale the beauty of nature's call

exhale the mysteries that taint 

kisses a thousand miles deep sink ships

tears overflow into a parallel dimension

dance on a cliff with sheer abandon

saunter gingerly into the next pub

handle babies with kid gloves

sing a gentle pink pearly lullaby 

aptly scream the injustices of lies

makes no sense or make it work

go big, go home, die a million deaths

it's soft voices, big sticks and guns

tread lightly, go full throttle ahead

pick a posie fill it with joie de vivre

flecks of silver and gold threads composed

in the end it's all identical altered thoughts

coming together in one grand finale

...the celebration of one's life poetry

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

This poem is like flipping through an old photo album..... when they weren't digital!! lol About half of your poem stunned me in short little staccato jabs. I stopped by my mom's house, just a half hour ago, and she gave me pictures of me when I was young. Knowing everything I saw, felt, and did when I was little made it tough at first to see the pictures. I don't remember "me", but I remember the anger, the darkness that was all-to-consuming, and the feeling I was always being watched due to the night terrors!! Your poem has a unique way of reminding me of how surrealistic my youth was in my head, and how others may have viewed me. The last line sums up what we all have in common.... the present. Everything else is a memory. I'm glad you wrote this and was able to, first: see your page, and second: enjoy more of you... after writing you last, this morning before work!! xoxo -Mark

[Frieda P]

Wow, I had no idea I did all of that to you, should I apologize or say thanks? I'm not sure! ;-) xo

[Patrick Henry]

The day you find the need to apologize, might be the day that me being on your friend list means very little. THAT doesn't feel so..... xoxo -Mark

[Avocations of Amber]

So many memories here....written in a multitude of ways. I love the journey you take the reader on with so many vivid examples of the inspirations of poets. Lovely...

[Frieda P]

Nice to meet you, thanks for reading me.

[Pax]

an outstanding description just what poetry does.
well done ms. F!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Pax, I think we all can relate.

[Tarry Franck]

Nicely done :)

[Frieda P]

Thanks muchly Tarry :-)

[Distant horizons]

What an absolutely astounding description of your final line here. This is as complete a descripyion of the effect life has on your writing, or is that vice versa? I just hope you keep going full throttle Frieda. Love this

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much, what a great review. I guess if I crash and burn, you guys will be the first to know! ;-)

[Distant horizons]

:-)

[InsanityWriter]

Very nice. :)

[Frieda P]

Danke Insanity. :-)

[LA Lorena]

I think this is a grand write FP, perhaps my fave of yours. And I love the gauntlet Robin has thrown down for you!

[Frieda P]

Oh, means a lot coming from you LA, Grazie gentilmente!
Robin is trying to make me nutters me thinks. ;-)

[LA Lorena]

Does Robin not realize you already are?

[Frieda P]

Hey listen pot!

[LA Lorena]

yes kettle?

[Frieda P]

don't be picking on me, I'm crankypants today ;-)

[Tate Morgan]

You seem to be one that dreams as much As I do. Well reflection is a good thing especially when it brings out the better thoughts of a time gone by

[Frieda P]

thanks Tate, sweet review.

[quinfinn]

the metaphors and the alliteration within this piece give it life and energy to the extreme. this is a superb piece of prose, worthy of being printed and bound in hard copy for posterity. awesome write, Frieda! such imagination and creativity!

[Frieda P]

Not sure how I missed this utterly fantastic review, you are too kind my friend. Thanks so much!

[quinfinn]

un hum, ignoring me again, were you? well, you'll still be talking about the one that got away, years from now!

[Frieda P]

I'll be writing poetry about you dear quin! :-)

[quinfinn]

i shall await the glory with bated breath.....s**t, i'm turning purple!

[Frieda P]

You can breathe now sweetie :-)

[quinfinn]

well, spank you very much....on second thought, you might enjoy that....

[Frieda P]

:-D

[Ahmad Cox]

A wonderful ode to poetry. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

[Frieda P]

Glad you enjoyed it Ahmad.