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This was largely inspired by Linda & Sharon of Sacred Song Space, and the last poem, I will have composed, in Seattle...see ya'll in New Jersey!

Poetry Wednesday can be found here: http://sanssouciblogs.multiply.com/journal/item/230/142._Poetry_Wednesday_sign_in_and_sit_by_the_fire

Sacred Song Space is in my groups list.

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Walking down the school hallway
I feel their eyes
staring
the contempt and supercilious sneer
obvious,
on their patrician faces
as they claim territorial rights
of an insignificant, worthless
corner.

Cringing
and self conscious
I pull at my pants
picking imaginary lint
off, of the cheap polyester.

They don't know me
I whisper to myself
I am bravecleverwisemicheviouscourageouswitty
I will be an astronautdoctorlawyerscientist
diplomatnurseteacherwritermuscianartist
one day.

They don't know me
the hoyden
that hears music, in the wind, as I dance under the pale moon,
or lay in fields of flowers, dreaming of possibilities and improbabilities
they only knew the cringing
me
that walks pass them -
(these arbitrators of what is cool and what is not)
in polyester pants picking
at imaginary lint

as children, claim territorial rights of
an insignificant, worthless corner.

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I want to be tawny instead of beige
tawny is exotic
and hints of sandalwood and patchouli,
serenades in tropical gardens, sensual whispers and secret rendezvous  
while beige is a patrician dullard,
beige is steady, beige stays the course.

I want to be viewed versicolor
my emotions visually flavored
by a pantheon of vivid hues

a bon vivant
who is known for her scintillating, sparkling repartee
and grand gestures
a rebellious Isadore Duncan*, dancing arms upraised,
fingers snapping, eyes beckoning and challenging
while scented passion flowers appear puce
under shadowed indigo nights.

I want to be a night person
eschew sensibility, responsibilities and 9 to 5 moralities
and run with the live fast and die young crowd
eternally beautiful and daring
Faustian* even
I want to be banned, yet a envied darling of the titillated mobilis vulgate*
I want to be tawny instead of dull steady beige.


Notes:

1. Isador Duncan - In her dancing, Duncan rebelled against the bad ballet of her day. In her lifestyle, she protested the rules society placed on women and the laws governing marriage, divorce, property and child custody." Dance Magazine, (Book Review),September 1986

2. Faustian - Faust (German for "fist") or Faustus (Latin for "auspicious" or "lucky") is the protagonist of a classic German legend in which the protagonist makes a pact with the Devil. The tale is the basis for many literary, artistic, cinematic, and musical works, such as those by Christopher Marlowe, Goethe, Thomas Mann, Hector Berlioz, Franz Liszt, Oscar Wilde and Charles Gounod.

The name "Faust" has come to stand for a charlatan alchemist (some claim "astrologer and necromancer") whose pride and vanity lead to his doom. Similarly, the adjective "faustian" has come to denote acts or constellations involving human hubris which lead eventually to doom.

3. mobilis vulgate - mob, "disorderly part of the population, rabble," slang shortening of mobile, mobility "common people, populace, rabble" (1676), from L. mobile vulgus "fickle common people" (1600).

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Blog EntryMore ThanOct 18, '07 11:21 PM
for everyone
In betwixt these scarred neurons
exists a mind
that flits and flutters
among twin streams of dreams and cognition
behind these blurry eyes
reposes a vision turned inward
visualizing life with vivid and brilliant hues
underneath the unremitting pain and drugs
prevails a soul undiminished

I have always been more than mere flesh
nubile, lithe body
questing, questioning intellect
or a Helen-like countenance
today
I am more than wrinkled skin
toneless muscles
graying hair
and fractured, broken parts
in my mind's eye
I am still whole.

Blog EntryMind'e EyeOct 18, '07 11:21 PM
for everyone
In my mind’s eye,
I am lovely, witty, and bright,
full of clever retorts and ingenious commentary
have inspired a nation with my political savvy
scaled mountains and defeated inner demons,
and discovered revolutionary creations.

In my mind's eye,
my love has composed for me
epics worthy of the Valkyries
built monuments to my beauty
dashingly swept my off my feet,
all dragons and monsters soundly defeated.

Then I wake and reality intrudes,
this reality bemused
my minds eye had been quite blind
all wonderings now confined
that dreams remain dreams
forever unseen.

Blog EntryMind's EyeOct 14, '07 11:30 AM
for everyone
In my mind’s eye,
I am lovely, witty, and bright,
full of clever retorts and ingenious commentary
have inspired a nation with my political savvy
scaled mountains and defeated inner demons,
and discovered revolutionary creations.

In my mind's eye,
my love has composed for me
epics worthy of the Valkyries
built monuments to my beauty
dashingly swept my off my feet,
all dragons and monsters soundly defeated.

Then I wake and reality intrudes,
this reality bemused
my minds eye had been quite blind
all wonderings now confined
that dreams remain dreams
forever unseen.

Blog EntryMind's EyeOct 6, '07 10:27 PM
for everyone
In my mind’s eye,
I am lovely, witty, and bright,
full of clever retorts and ingenious commentary
have inspired a nation with my political savvy
scaled mountains and defeated inner demons,
and discovered revolutionary creations.

In my mind's eye,
my love has composed for me
epics worthy of the Valkyries
built monuments to my beauty
dashingly swept my off my feet,
all dragons and monsters soundly defeated.

Then I wake and reality intrudes,
this reality bemused
my minds eye had been quite blind
all wonderings now confined
that dreams remain dreams
forever unseen.

Blog EntrySlumbering BeautySep 23, '07 2:01 PM
for everyone
I have difficulty sleeping nights
while the city slumbers
these old bones ache from a myriad of hurts
so I sit in my bay window
ensconced in a warming quilt
enraptured by the glow of lights against the midnight sky
I think
there is a silent beauty unmatched and unremarked by Helios lovers
no bright luminescent to gild and adorn the day walkers
night shadows and blurs the edges
softening sagging outlines, wrinkled crevasses
in this inky blackness
even I am beautiful

Blog EntrySlumbering Beauty (Inspired by Sacred Songspace)Feb 18, '07 12:38 AM
for everyone

I have difficulty sleeping nights

while the city slumbers

these old bones ache from a myriad of hurts

so I sit in my bay window

ensconced in a warming quilt

enraptured by the glow of lights against the midnight sky

I think

there is a silent beauty unmatched and unremarked by Helios lovers

no bright luminescent to gild and adorn the day walkers

night shadows and blurs the edges

softening sagging outlines, wrinkled crevasses

in this inky blackness

even I am beautiful

 

 


Blog EntryMore ThanOct 11, '06 12:18 AM
for everyone

In betwixt these scarred neurons

exists a mind

that flits and flutters

among twin streams of dreams and cognition

behind these blurry eyes

reposes a vision turned inward

visualizing life with vivid and brilliant hues

underneath the unremitting pain and drugs

prevails a soul undiminished

 

I have always been more than mere flesh

nubile, lithe body

questing, questioning intellect

or a Helen-like countenance

today

I am more than wrinkled skin

toneless muscles

graying hair

and fractured, broken parts

in my mind's eye

I am still whole.

 





Note: Helen -  often known as Helen of Troy and "the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium", was reputed to be the most beautiful mortal woman in Greek mythology.


by butterflynxile


(c) 2006


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