...another day in Shangrila

half tongue in cheek...

Powdered sugar streets

candy coated mountains

remembering when 

life was so simple

celestial fireworks

 star beams blew magenta

woke up this morning... 

where has lucidity gone

what happened to my

 youthful expectations

stuck in the brackish ooze

 the cuckoo ate my dignity

repenting dirty laundry,

 lost in muck of love analysis

inevitability of every day

granite nuances fetter cinereal 

 

brain charger pistons low

 devoid, half fried, half baked

sparks lost their intent

 toilet flushes came to visit

dragged the hideous demons

Cinderella and Georgie Porgy

 over for a play date

just another day in Xanadu

 eating crow and playing chess

checkmate and other

 suppositions came a callin'

dank days turned parched tsunami 

rained on my parade

my best fiend is a demon king

sire alcohol and his wife Margeherita

i'm too early for death,

 too late for child's delectation

random sarcastic and morose

  in place of jazz enchantments

first row tickets for a dream expired

thank my benign stars for poetry

 keeps my demiurgic distillation flowing

if not for that that great AWOL 

resident bedlum bughouse a certainty

    just another day in paradise

 *LALALALALALA*      

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Another day in where? That brought a smile to my face ;D I think the revisions are great, Shangrila is really nice...as I mentioned earlier, I really like the swirl of images and emotions that run through the piece, and the seamlessness with which you brought them all together...another day, another gem ;)

[Frieda P]

Thanks, glad you approve k...I thought Shangrila sounded more like the jungle I live in! ;-D

[kublakhan27]

The first thing that came to my mind was a song of the same name by ELO...it's a pretty but mournful song and it lines up with your sentiments a fair bit, or mine upon reading this one :) I don't know if I live in a jungle but I've got one living in me, somewhere between my ears ;)

[Tarry Franck]

Another great written poem :)

[Emerald Seas]

Well, isn't life's promises just a big delusion? :)
Love the rhythm and satire wrapped within this chaotic ranting on life.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I thank my stars too...........saves your sanity....I can definitely relate to this one. Well done Frieda

[Sethnicity]

I find Perfection in your poetry honesty drudgery. As I said in the lower comment This is life the realest s**t you can write. Tell the truth and shame the devil. You blossom like a moon flower... So strong so bold soaking up the moon knowing that this will all come to an end all too soon maybe not meant for all to see so the few ghost moths will be nourished by your nectar of night the blissful tragedy of moonlight; By day you, curled browned and withered the sun rays of over analytical examination blinded by their own light see you shriveled and may oversight shoving snow candy treats on sidewalk seat bury you between candy coats and concrete... I still tasted of you and it was good now you may sleep sweetly beneath footnotes of opulent retreats... and I will rest also. Thank You this was beautiful.

[Jess]

nice use of words:)full of imagery,,like much

[Frieda P]

Thank you muchly. ;-)

[InsanityWriter]

Nice imagery. ^_^ Enjoyed muchly!! ;)

[Frieda P]

hahaha, welcome to my world, and 'muchly'!! lol

[InsanityWriter]

lol... You're rubbing off on me... (;

[Frieda P]

haha Danger! Danger! ;-)

[Carolann Dowsett]

It we didn't write we would go mad and yet the world keeps turning. Beautifully written as usual Frieda.

[Frieda P]

So true, alas often I'm moving in the opposing direction! ;-)

[Carolann Dowsett]

Always! :)

[Frieda P]

ha does that mean me too...?! ;-)

[Carolann Dowsett]

Well I certainly don't go in the direction of the world, so yeah for sure :)

[Frieda P]

Truthfully the world doesn't' know jack s**t lately, so maybe we're on a better path! lol

[Carolann Dowsett]

Now that's the truth :)

[Frieda P]

;-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Going to be horrid but not meaning to be cruel. Sometimes it feels like you are writing for the sake of writing rather than expressing real emotions or art. Perhaps this escape which takes up a lot of your life saves you concentrating on life itself?

[Frieda P]

I can take it, hit me...You're like the Simon Cowell of poetry John. If nothing else, I value your frank honesty. I've told you already I color in the insanity with nonsense and fluff, it's more lucid than reality and keeps me from jumping off that cliff. Care for tea? ;-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You do not need to jump off any cliff. You have too much to give and if you give your pen a little break and get out there there is a man to fill your dreams and you his. But you may say that old Simon Cowell is simply envious at your output lol

[Frieda P]

ha It's 3:30 AM, where do I suppose I should go at this time of the night/morning, instead of writing poetry?! I'm sure there are men out there waiting at this time of night for sure! lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Bed you minx!!! Go and sleep and find peace in your soul. Your writing expresses a really beautiful soul!

[Frieda P]

Is that an invite? lol...if I could sleep I wouldn't be up all night writing bobinz! ...thanks John. ;-)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So when do you get to sleep?

[Frieda P]

Whenever my body finally decides to collapse from sheer exhaustion, usually no more than 2 hours at a time...believe me I'd rather write less and sleep more!!

[Sethnicity]

I'd have to say I love the exhaustion... Sleeping is for the dead and I live to express and work till the death of me every night. I'm sure John means well but I must say... Thank You for giving everything the scorching first sip and the Bitter dregs drop. I'm currently forcing myself back to a place I haven't been in years but I crucify myself so that when rest takes over I can die knowing that was all of it even the undistinguished muttering of my final moments to rise reborn in deja vu. Every wake morning dew every night dusk ashes...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Very poetic.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to find the energy and hope of youth. I like the beginning. Description of the good things missed. Nice flow of thoughts and a excellent ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Frieda P]

ha the meandering psychobabble of a crazy person, glad you enjoyed it!