Beatles Melody of Love

In case you’re not a Beatles fan…Every line in this poem is the title of a Beatles song..that’s why the lines are spaced weird and whatnot.

 

Across the universe

I call your name

Like dreamers do

 

I want to tell you

Something

 

I’m down

I’m a loser

A shot of rhythm and blues

 

I need you

Love me do

 

Don’t let me down

Don’t pass me by

You can’t do that

 

Every little thing

Falling in love again

 

Some other guy?

I want to be your man

I want to hold your hand

 

Misery-

Carry that weight.

 

A day in the life-

Nowhere man-

The fool on the hill

 

Tomorrow never knows

Yesterday

 

Happiness is a warm gun

(From you to me)

And I love her

 

Here comes the sun

Ask me why?

Because

Baby it’s you

p.s. I love you

In Michigan, they wear their love like sails,

ubiquitous and billowing, a full-hearted propulsion

across bottomless, unfreezable lakes.

And when the wind dies down,

they tattoo each others’ body parts with blueberry lips

and freckles bloom in unexpected places.

When winter comes, they lash love down tightly,

with practiced practicality and bungee cords,

their midwestern modesty renewed by the lakes turning solemn.

But they keep an eye on love, buried there under three feet of snow.

Watching from picture windows and waiting for the forsythia to bloom.

Okay Samsa!

I looked and looked for the Beatles poem but as I was looking I found an application for a certain club that you took over from Ms. Fontana  (I think you know what I’m talking about) the year you put the impressions club online…and i gave you my only copy because I printed only one too read at our poetry slam….So I fear it is lost forever…however, I did find a nice morbid writing exercise we did  about the lovely missed halls of Lp which you seemed to like well..that’s what you wrote in my notebook….and yes I realize this is one very large run on sentence I did not intend on it being this long and I apologize.

 

So here we go I like to call this one…??    Highschool.

The dawn swallowed me whole that day.  The sun slowly crept into my window, finding every crack and opening it could seep into.  The sun’s emission forced life into my cold hollow body.  As it breathed into me I accepted it, and got up out of bed, but I wasn’t happy about it.

I got to school the tangled halls were dank and screamed a smell so loud that I almost couldn’t hear it. People walked by me like I was a forgotten zombie and I was.  I walked these halls every day the same way.  An exquisite corpse drinking blood red wine for lunch and slurping up Nacho Grande every other day.  Is this what we call life?

These days are numbered but I don’t care enough to count down. One day ill dip into a life I longed to have, until then I’ll continue to wait for the ever freeing release of that extra terribly sharp E note that so cleverly sounds at 2:55.

Comment Reply

Hey Poets!  Happy Friday!

This is not a poetry-related post at all, but I just wanted to let you know that you can now reply to your comments on this blog straight from your e-mail.  When you receive an e-mail notification that you have a comment, instead of logging back in to WordPress to reply to the comment, just hit reply to the e-mail and type out your reply and send it.  It’ll show up on the blog in a few minutes, and even in the right place in the thread (under the comment you are replying to).  Pretty cool, huh?

This doesn’t work with past comments, only future ones.

I tried it with my iPhone yesterday, and it didn’t work.  Molly, maybe the next comment you get, you could try it to see if it’s just me?

If you want more info on this, check the WordPress Blog here: http://en.blog.wordpress.com/2009/04/23/comment-reply-via-email-open-to-all/

Happy Poem-ing (and Commenting)!

The When/then Method

When I have time then I’ll:

read a book,
paint,
 start working out,
relax,
 get off my lazy ass

When I can afford to then I’ll:

Pay off debt,
Buy a car,
Go to the doctor,
Try to save some,
Take that trip,

When I’m not so tired then I’ll:

Clean the house,
Do my homework,
Pay these bills,
Do the yard work.

The only time the when/then method works:  When I stop making excuses then I’ll start living in the moment. When I start living in the moment then I’ll start really enjoying my life.  Good intentions, however, wrong.   Only when intentions are turned into actions can you be freed from the When/Then cycle of death.

Bathsheba and David

How terrifying to realize

that people have been so human

for so long.

I guess I’ll go first this week :]

so the other day in school was apparently an excellent writing day for me..

I got a lot written and I was suprisingly proud of it.

but you still only get one at a time.

 

this is probably among my favorite things I’ve ever done.

tell me what you think it’s about because no one has figured it out yet.

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I stare down from where I stand

and see a thousand faceless people

who are not afraid to drown.

Has it ever crossed their minds,

they could be gambling with their lives?

they don’t even stand a chance.

 

I watch them as they plunge

Into the darkness, one by one

and then keep coming back for more.

 

As they stand in line to take their fall,

I try to see a face, any face.

But every person looks the same,

Nameless and alone.

 

I wonder what they’re thinking

as they prepare themselves to fall.

Are they nervous?  Are they scared?

Can they feel anything at all?

A thousand faceless people,

and not one afraid to drown?

They make it seem so easy,

One by one, I watch them fall.

Remember this thing?

So… I miss creative writing.  Would anyone want to do a poem a week with me?  I’d really like to write creatively again!

Reflection

So here it is, the final day of February. Though I dropped off in the past week (as we all have experienced, our lives can get BUSY!), I wanted to thank Ashley and all of you participating for your comments, encouragement, and of course, your poems. I thought this challenge would be more difficult than it actually was, which just proves that if you push yourself to write and make it a habit to do so, work will come. Not all of it may be gems, but at least you know you’re capable of producing, and then revising, and continuing from there.

Unfortunately, I will not be joining you in a continuation of this project. There is simply not enough time in my schedule to sustain this on a regular basis. This project has, however, encouraged me to write more frequently in my own blog, http://www.undomesticgoddess.net. I look forward to reading more of your poems, and again, thank you all for such a great experience.

Signing off,
MandySue411 aka Amanda R

It’s a girl thing?

New shoes are wonderful
I don’t even really like shopping
or getting my hair and nails done
and all that jazz….but new shoes…

mmm.

It’s like I’ve been abusing my feet
walking to the bus stop
walking around campus
walking to keep kids from killing eachother
walking to exersize
and old shoes are nice
they have character
they have a past
and a story
and like…a soul
My chuck taylors are part of me
I don’t care if that’s cheesey they’ve seen
colorado, utah, chicago, my first kiss
love loss heartache happiness concerts movies

alas…they hurt my damn feet
i love them and all my other old shoes
but putting on new shoes is like…..
slipping my foot into a silk support system
College kids need new shoes…mmhmm