2 Batch #9

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

It's been approximately six months since my last Pom Seed update.  I admit that as with the last post I have not been very active in using my twitter persona to hold some of the little ideas and thoughts that pop into my head with the potential to become something much more than they are.

In accordance with my last batch, I will only be posting new pom seeds and ramblings along with any leftover pom seed/old rambling that managed to burst into some juicy little treat.  I have also decided that there really is not much difference between pom seeds and ramblings, so as of today I'll be merging them all under the pom seed listing.  I will allow all previously labeled ramblings to keep their title on the Pom Seeds page.  Still, I have also decided to assess some of the old ramblings that had tweetoetry potential and add them into the tweetoetry collection that usually follows pom seeds.

So...without further ado...

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Pom Seeds Batch #9
(bold have already burst to life)

• I feel like I’m trapped in a left-brain’s body ~ creativity screaming to be unleashed
• on day I will accept the truth ~ even if it's with my last breath
• is it possible to know love when you've never known heartache?  is it possible to know heartache when you've never known love? (The First That Wan't)
• the sun blazes brightly ~ and yet the sky cries softly
• I see them in shadows; standing shoulder to shoulder; as they did on that fateful night (High Noon)
• this social anxiety is not bound by the physical world...

Leftovers

• my heart quakes; earth-shattering tremors; only I can feel; course through me; I search for safety; the open embrace; of... (Fabricated Love)
• how long will I wait for someone to show me my worth before I except the truth (Worth)

Tweetoetry

#106
~Fluttering Laughter

her laugh
is like butterfly wings
tickling every one of
my senses


#107 (tanka)
~Floating Laughter

she twirls—skirts flaring
opening like a flower
casting love my way
her laughter floats through the air
like dandelion wishes


#108 (tanka-ish)
~Homeless

howling winds stir--cut
harsh paths--left in their wake
whispering remnants
speak of hearts torn from homes
as destruction lay at feet


#109
~haunting slumber~

sleep lives outside my peripheral vision
taunting me with flashes of eyelids
beckoning me to give chase


#110
~beneath the covers~

your warmth encases me
pulls me into your spell
of dreams ready to be fulfilled


#111
~Desire

moonlight dances
along the ripples of your surface
I long to dive in
alter the tempo--the rhythm
to match the beat of my internal fire


#112
~sweet words~

spun sugar is
a web of white lies
you don't want to get stuck in


#113 (tanka)
~Unique

you're like no one else
how I long to make you melt
my love--my snowflake
I open my arms to you
tilt my head towards your sweet kiss


#114
~Self-Loathing

I put a pulse
to my hate
and it beat
for me


#115 (haiku-ish)
~Moonlit Dreams

beneath evening's gaze
moon kissed eyelids awaken
dreams of pure delight


#R1
~ Wishy-Washy

fickle tears  

  they pour when sad 

  they pour when happy 

  they thunder when hurt 

you'd think 

  they'd pick an emotion 

and stick with it

#R2
~Static

I wish I had the words 

to heal this wound 

but they seem to elude 

still I try 

pouring out word after word 

hoping I'll find the perfect mix


#R3

~A-Part

pathetic really 

the way anxiety grips my heart 

as I step outside myself 

reaching out 

to those on the inside of the circle 

I skirt

#R4

~Involuntary Verbal Spews

anxiety's peace 

tastes like profanity 

on virgin lips


#R5

~Delicate Balance

he walks backwards 

along a fine line with ease 

not batting an eye 

through his omission


#R6

~Awaken Dreams

sleep evades my tired body 

dancing before my eyelids 

taunting my restless mind 

I so long to just...


#R7

~Release the Mask

I'm tired 

              tired of smiling 

it takes too much energy 

      wears on me 

eroding me from the inside out


#R8

~A Taste of the Future

I taste a little 

bit of sunshine 

on your lips 

a whole 

lot of tomorrows 

in your kiss

#R9

~Not I

random thoughts float about in my head 

longing to spill out 

but who would wish to listen 

to such randomness


#R10

~ Upside-down Frown

i need a happy thought 

my lips 

long 

to feel the contours 

of a smile

1 Batch #8

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

Wow!  It has been almost a year since I did my last Pom Seed update.  I suppose my (partial) hiatus from all things (online) social put a small dapper on things.  There really has not been too much to add.  In finding my way back into the blogging world, I have found use of several pom seeds over the past month.  I have also managed to add a few tweetoetries lastly. 

Just a quick refresher on what a pom seed is:  little tidbits of inspiration that come about yet have not grown and developed into something more--what that more might be, well that's the fun of it.  For more on pom seeds, you can check out the Pom Seeds page which goes into a bit of detail about how these came about and check out some of the pom seeds that have yet to burst.

While originally my batches only presented the new and 'leftover' pom seeds, it has grown into including tweetoetry and ramblings.  As for the ramblings....sometimes they have the potential to be a pom seed and some a tweetoetry; ususually at the time I jot them down they don't feel like much of either.  Unfortunately, this ends up making my batches quite long.  To cut down on this, old ramblings and leftover pom seeds will be listed if they grew into a tasty treat; the rest will be delegated to the Pom Seeds page.  As always, tweetoetry is only new.

Anyway...here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #8

• I want to cry like a waterfall; I want to cry like the clouds in a thunder storm
• wake me from this nightmare; breathe life back into my bruised and battered soul; I am lost and fading fast
• whose to say what will rise from the ashes; the mystical wings of the phoenix; the untapped beauty of Cinder-Soot (this one sprouted wings in From the Ashes)
• your piercing gaze; disturbs my equilibrium; I teeter between who I wish you to see; and who I am beneath the surface (this one found balance in Beneath the Veil)
• the world melts away; whenever my eyes meet yours; I am swept along; lost in a sea of regret; floating endlessly (this one found shore in Adrift in Regret)
• social endeavors; breed paranoid delusions; in whispers and taunts; unheard words that brush the neck (this one found itself lost in questions with Irrational Illusions)
• I've taken time to breathe; stilled my tapping fingers; capped my quill's inkwell; only to find myself suffocating (this one sprouted into Drowning in Words)
• still; I hold each breath; as tears perch; on my eyelids

Ramblings (bold = new; italics = became a poem)

• uncertainty troubles the mind 
• I need to get out of my head ~ stop festering on those things out of my control 
• he walks backwards / along a fine line with ease / not batting an eye / through his omission
• ~ I'm tired ~ tired of smiling ~ it takes too much energy ~ wears on me ~ eroding me from the inside out ~
• sleep evades my tired body ~ dancing before my eyelids ~ taunting my restless mind ~ I so long to just...
• senses flare ~ with every breath we share (this one sprouted into a Framed Couplet called Falling Deep)
• weep with me until every last tear is wrung from your dehydrated body (this along with the three that follow stitched themselves together in Longing for Someone)
• walk with me until the soles of your feet are stripped raw to the bone
• wail with me until your lungs can no longer bear the fire searing their walls
• Am I the only one who finds the silence deafening?
• I'm not sure this 'quiet' suits me.  My voice is having a hard time finding its footing--the words keep slipping away unable to take hold.
• I'm trying to find my way back.  I can't keep hugging this tree hoping someone will find me.  (this one--or at least part of it--grew into a quadrilew in Forest Fears)
• I need to get out of my own head!
• lock the door to your heart ~ I have a tendency to escape (this one unlocked itself in Your Open Heart)
• I just had a conversation with myself ~ the men with straightjackets must be salivating at the mouth (this one and the next two worked themselves together into When They Come)
• when they come to take me away ~ will the padded cell be firm enough ~ to protect my mind from bombarding thoughts
• when they come to take me away ~ will the straightjacket be strong enough ~ to protect me from my mind

Leftovers

• my mom use to say; we're never lost; we're just misplaced (this one navigated itself into Direction Impaired)
• what will become of me; when I squeeze; the last bit of ink; out of my veins (this one spilled forth into Bleeding Black)
• I'm not a shot of coffee; there when you need a pick me up; I'm not a 24 hour convenience store; open to satisfy your midnight cravings (this one frothed up in Booty Call--Outgoing Message)

  

Tweetoetry

#84

~Laugh or Cry

so horribly wrong
I cannot help but laugh
at the absurdity
for fear I might cry


#85 (haiku)
~Dreams

whispering winds creep
along weeping willow trees
stirring wonderous dreams


#86 (haiku-ish)
~Will

"as you wish" echoes
stitching up a wounded heart
proving true love lives

#87
~ identity = zero ~

add me to the equation
and nothing changes
like a mirror
I reflect
what you expect to see
I'm worth nothing
zip
zilch
nada


#88 (haiku)
~Gossip

cool passing winds spark
whispers amongst the leaves--
gossip burns her ears

  

#89
~To Grow and Expand

as we grow each day
spaces between
me

  

  

&

  

you
need to be filled
for love to expand


#90 (haiku)
~Graceful Wishes

dandelion seeds
dance along gentle breezes--
wistful adagio


#91 (haiku)
~Lunar

I go through phases
a loon-er cycle of sorts
offset by the moon


#92
~Awaken Me

will you sing to me

in tongues
only my heart
will understand?


#93 (septolet)
~Flow Once More

I miss
the words
that once tickled
every sense.

fingers itch
to rediscover
them.


#94 (haiku)
~Departure

there's a storm brewing
thunder rumbles annoyance
at lightenings leaving


#95
~Snap Shot~

his focus has shifted
making me blurry eyed in the background
as he imprints her image across his heart


#96
~Fare Thee Well

wake me
when the hour for goodbyes
has passed
so I might let go of you
in my own time


#97 (tanka)
~ Glass Box ~

always on display
forces cautionary tales
meand to hid what's real
flash photography reflects
the images painted on glass


#98 (senryu)
~Small Please

did she take one look
and hear large when I ordered
listening with her eyes


#99
~Crunchy

creepy critters crawl crazily
'cross cresting creeks
craving cranberry crepes


#100
~ bitc[beach x]

Really!?!
Did you know it's summer,
a weekend and sunny?
Traveling south is a beach!


#101 (tanka)
~Let It Pour

feel thunder rumble
frustrated with unshed tears
mirroring my mind
darkened thoughts rally against
raindrops frozen in tear ducts


#102 (septolet)
~Quench Me

your taste
lingers still
awakening
a biting thirst

inflamed lips
crave
your quenching kiss


#103 (tanka)
~Waves of Love

sunlight fades on us
as the sun kisses the sea
while lavish waves crest
our desire becomes unhinged
surging beneath the moon's glow


#104 (septolet)
~Warm Me

you slip
beneath the covers
of my heart

your warm
embrace
melting
my resolve


#105
~Iced Coffee

a headach brews
alongside caffeine
blood streams - screams
awaiting the elixir
to ice
eye-shattering pain
pouring over synapses

3 Batch #7

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

i wonder if these batches are getting too long.  i should have predicted that would be the case as i began to add things (first Tweetoetry and then Ramblings).  maybe it wouldn't be so bad if i didn't keep all of the previous ramblings, but in a way they have the same potential as my leftover pom seeds...so keeping them seems right...but still...

after the last post, i created a new page to explain pom seeds.  i could use that page to maintain unused pom seeds (leftovers as i like to call them) and old ramblings.  i'll ponder that for the next batch; today i'll leave things as is.

so here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #7

• I'm not a shot of coffee; there when you need a pick me up; I'm not a 24 hour convenience store; open to satisfy your midnight cravings
• I thought you could love me for who I am; and so I hid her from your sight (grew into an interesting little number and my second 'spoken word' poem, Flawed Love)
• is there something wrong with my genes?; they're made of the best material; composed of strong fiber; and yet upon inspection; they lack style
• I'm tired of this war raging inside; instinctively I fight; everyday; just once; I wish I could throw in the towel; losing should be so easy
• I stand; arms outstretched; face turned toward the weeping sky; her rage whips; tearing through my body; I cry with her; rage with her

Ramblings (bold = new)

• it's amazing how you can loose sight of something's true purpose when trying to conform.  (this popped into my head as i read over a poem that seemed to loose itself a bit as i tried to fit it to a form)
• how long will I wait for someone to show me my worth before I except the truth
• ~ content and happy are two different things ~ I'd be happy with just being content ~
• lock the door to your heart ~ I have a tendency to escape
• i could really use a hug right now!
• when words fail, a simple touch can steal the pain.  (oddly enough the essense of this ramblings found its way into a recent attempt at writing a Ghazal, With Words)
• I'm an outsider in my own life.  How is that possible?
• ~ random thoughts float about in my head ~ longing to spill out ~ but who would wish to listen ~ to such randomness ~
• silence can be just as profound as the perfectly spoken words (oddly enough the essense of this ramblings found its way into a recent attempt at writing a Ghazal, With Words)
• I just had a converstaion with myself ~ the men with straightjackets must be salivating at the mouth
• do I write the poem ~ or does the poem write me?
• i need a happy though ~ my lips long to feel the contours of a smile
• the taste of silence was never so sweet ~how many different ways can the above line be twisted?~ (i found two ways...which lead to three poems; Kiss Me Senseless, Sweet Kiss, and The Sweet Taste of Silence)
• why do I open myself up to a world that does not know me, yet knows me better than those who do
• my feet despise being confined ~ when the sun shines high in the sky
• can you see the lie behind my smile?  can you hear the pain hiding in my laugh?  (i'm not sure if this was meant to be a ramblings or a pom seed for i did not mark it appropriately and while i think i might have intended it to be a pom seed i have decided to place it amongst my ramblings)
• when they come to take me away ~ will the padded cell be firm enough ~ to protect my mind from bombarding thoughts
• when they come to take me away ~ will the straightjacket be strong enough ~ to protect me from my mind
• I taste a little bit of sunshine on your lips ~ a whole lot of tomorrows in your kiss
• fickle tears ~ they pour when sad ~ they pour when happy ~ they thunder when hurt ~ you'd think they'd pick an emotion and stick with it
• is it wrong that thinking about being happy makes me sad?
• I wish I had the words ~ to heal this wound ~ but they seem to elude ~ still I try ~ pouring out word after word ~ hoping I'll find the perfect mix (i feel like this could potentially stand on its own as a poem or act as a pom seed...)
• pathetic really ~ the way anxiety grips my heart ~ as I step outside myself ~ reaching out ~ to those on the inside of the circle ~ I skirt (could technically be classified as a tweetoetry, but...)
• ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
• I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
• ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
• anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still linger)
• forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me
• I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be  
• I walk in a world not my own; but of my own making
• what will become of me; when I squeeze; the last bit of ink; out of my veins
• my heart quakes; earth-shattering tremors; only I can feel; course through me; I search for safety; the open embrace; of...

Tweetoetry

#56 (haiku - ish)
~Senseless

your whiskers tickle
brushing kisses on my skin
tickle me senseless


#57
~Seductive Sleep

sleep kissed my eyelids
with the gentle touch of a lover
seducing me into its warm embrace


#58
~Shock Me

I grow tired of these platitudes
give me the harsh raw truth
tell me a whopper of a lie
be profound for once
shock me with your words


#59
~Death Sentence

when the death sentence came today
I wailed like a new born baby
for isn't birth
in its own right
a death sentence


#60 (senryu - ish)
~Should You Wish to Be Heard

speaking in whispers
captures their ears far better
than raised voices will


#61
~Kiss Me Senseless~

if i threaten to ramble on endlessly,
will you promise to silence me again
with your lips on mine?


#62
~threatening tears~

like an endless stream of tweets
self-deprecating thoughts
feelings of loneliness
depression filled tears
run rampant thru my head
threatening to retweet themselves
in my tears


#63, 64, 65
~Flaming Anxiety~

anxiety burns
scorching from inside
leaving a charcoal imprint
where my heart once stood

anxiety flares
searing me on the inside
painting my lungs black with smoke
'til my breath is raw

anxiety stirs
smoldering dark thoughts
sparking red hot explosions
'round my seething brain


#66 (inspired by a shed straw skin)
~All of Me

drink me in
drink all of me
sweet and bubbly
tart and tangy
savor me on your tongue
cleanse your pallet with me
then taste me again


#67 (haiku - ish)
~Take Me Away~

come take me away
i rather drown in your love
than suffocate alone


#68
~Beauty Within

I'm well versed in the beauty I possess
its form and measure long to break free
--without rhyme or reason--
of each well placed stress mark


#69 (tanka)
~Spinning Skies

diamond skies sparkle
reminding me of your eyes
when you look at me
I feel the planets align
while I spin out of control


#70 (haiku - ish)
~Tired Memories

is there a lesson
in the painful memories
that plague my tired mind?


#71
~This Is Only a Test

this is a test of the poetry tweeting system
if this was real poetry
it would be a weave
of tightly spun RT-inspiring words


#72 (tanka)
~Crashing Into You

when you smile at me
my heart knows no speed limit
still I fear crashing
as my world turns upside down
it's your hand I wish to hold


#73
~Searching for Inspiration

when will I
find inspiration
outside of
my tears and fears?


#74 (tanka)
~Caution to the Wind

I let myself go
ignoring all caution signs
where you are concerned
falling uncontrollably
my heart knows no speed limit


#75 (haiku / senryu- ish)
~Their Whispers:  Attack

words whispered near me
attack like a buzzing bee
I'm allergic to


#76 (senryu - ish)
~Their Whispers:  Paranoia

paranoia grips
a paralyzing vice
set in whispers


#77 (tanka - ish)
~Behind Bars

golden locks entice
off the straight and narrow path
'til I'm behind bars
singing like a canary
will never make you mine


#78
~Hopeful Love

my heart stutters
when you speak of love
continually hopeful
your gaze will find mine


#79
~Suffocating Anxiety

fierce turbulent waters tug
adrift in an ocean of thoughts
suffocating waves of emotion
I can't escape


#80
~Pinochle Love

he trumped my heart with a spade
gathered me into his hands
tossing me on a pile of tricks

mine
was not
the only heart
he took


#81
~Moon Light

the moon has finally returned
like a lost sailor finding his way home
he brightens up my stormy night


#82
~Sleepless Thoughts

my mind races
eyes unable to focus
on thoughts speeding past
eyelids searching for a rest stop


#83 (tanka)
~Flush Lips

sweet and succulent
you linger on my taste buds
a delicate treat
my flush lips savor the thought
of feeling your brazen kiss

0 Batch #6

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

it has been over three months since i last put together a batch of pom seeds.  according to my twitter stream, the last batch left off 107 days ago.  i have found that while the occassional pom seed pops up more tweetoetry seems to be emerging from this social media.  every once in awhile a #ramblings (or what i now deem #random) finds its way into the mix.  i still haven't quite put my finger on what makes a ramblings different from a pom seed, but for now i'll keep them seperate.

for sanity sake, i intend to break these 106 past days into two batches.  so here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #6

• I'm tired of living these lies / it's time to rip away my mask / to see beneath my sad disguise [potential octain in the making]  (unmasked itself in reverse order in an octain, beneath the lies)
• I wish I had the words to heal this hurt / to drive away the stinging pain you feel / the world is stained with many tear-filled shirts / so cry (unfolded itself into an Ottava Rima, tear stained healing)
• he laughs the bitter taste out past his lips / then turns the remnants over on his tongue / to savor them as if a robust wine (evolved into a sweet tasting poem, devil's laugh)
• she snuck in / under cover of night / shaking my world / like a spray can  (inspired by OSP this unraveled in a poem called Graffiti'd:  One Night Impression)
• I walk in a world not my own / but of my own making
• what will become of me / when I squeeze / the last bit of ink / out of my veins
• my heart quakes / earth-shattering tremors / only I can feel / course through me / I search for safety / the open embrace / of...

Ramblings (bold = new)

• silence can be just as profound as the perfectly spoken words (oddly enough the essense of this ramblings found its way into a recent attempt at writing a Ghazal, With Words)
• I just had a converstaion with myself ~ the men with straightjackets must be salivating at the mouth
• do I write the poem ~ or does the poem write me?
• i need a happy though ~ my lips long to feel the contours of a smile
• the taste of silence was never so sweet ~how many different ways can the above line be twisted?~ (i found two ways...which lead to three poems; Kiss Me Senseless, Sweet Kiss, and The Sweet Taste of Silence)
• why do I open myself up to a world that does not know me, yet knows me better than those who do
• my feet despise being confined ~ when the sun shines high in the sky
• can you see the lie behind my smile?  can you hear the pain hiding in my laugh?  (i'm not sure if this was meant to be a ramblings or a pom seed for i did not mark it appropriately and while i think i might have intended it to be a pom seed i have decided to place it amongst my ramblings)
• when they come to take me away ~ will the padded cell be firm enough ~ to protect my mind from bombarding thoughts
• when they come to take me away ~ will the straightjacket be strong enough ~ to protect me from my mind
• I taste a little bit of sunshine on your lips ~ a whole lot of tomorrows in your kiss
• fickle tears ~ they pour when sad ~ they pour when happy ~ they thunder when hurt ~ you'd think they'd pick an emotion and stick with it
• is it wrong that thinking about being happy makes me sad?
• I wish I had the words ~ to heal this wound ~ but they seem to elude ~ still I try ~ pouring out word after word ~ hoping I'll find the perfect mix (i feel like this could potentially stand on its own as a poem or act as a pom seed...)
• pathetic really ~ the way anxiety grips my heart ~ as I step outside myself ~ reaching out ~ to those on the inside of the circle ~ I skirt (could technically be classified as a tweetoetry, but...)
• ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
• I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
• ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
• anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still linger)
• forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me
• I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be
• you put me on a shelf and stare at me/ hold me on a pedestal as though I were a queen (I hear this like a song with a biting sound.)  (this finally founds its voice in conjunction with the lines below to form a song called Shine.)
• but you don't listen to a word I say/ nor see the tears that stain my face (continuation of "you put me on a shelf...")  (this finally founds its voice in conjunction with the lines below to form a song called Shine.)  

Tweetoetry

#35, 36, 27
~paint me a picture~

touch me with your brush stroke
harsh and loud
smooth and soft
splash me with luscious color
dark and intense
bold and beautiful
transport me with your passion
stained canvas
outside of myself
into a wistful dream


#38 (tanka)
~three little words

words I long to hear
refuse to form on the tongue
a mere I love you
the words should come easily
when I spead about myself


#39 (senryu - ish)
~MO

he speaks forcefully
unaware he's showcasing
his stupidity


#40 (tanka)
~Reflection

he pontificates
pointing out others' failings
where is his mirror?
does he see their shortcomings
reflect on his leadership?


#41
~broken record

I'm a broken record
when will You adjust the needle
so I may finally belt out my true anthem


#42 (tanka)
~uncovering love

I want to love me
why is that so hard to do?
please just show me how
i so long to uncover
beauty buried deep within


#43 (#ospchat on how emotion impacts writing)
~Poison or Drug

two emotions fuel me ~ depression
that threatens to consume ~ longing
for anything but
writing's a letting of poison
or drug to forget


#44
~Masterpiece

I found him there
having poured all of himself
into his masterpiece
his skeleton fingers
still held the tool
used to steal his life


#45 (septolet)
~weeping stars

her eyes
open
to starlit skies

crystalized tears
weeping
their last rays
of light


#46 (septolet)
~Curiosity

curiosity
he said
he wished
to sate

and I
was his seven
course meal


#47
~The Question

silently I sit
watching the stream
pass me by
as does my life
words ebb and flow
endlessly cascading
while I ponder
to tweet or not to tweet


#48 (septolet)
~dandelion dreams

dreams
are like dandelion
wishes

where the wind
takes hold
so you
might soar


#49, 50
~beautiful love

occasionally
there's a moment
a split second
where I think
"I'm beautiful"
no
not think
rather I believe
in that fleeting moment
that split second
I know
how love feels


#51
~constant stream

shh
stop your obsessive tweeting
I'm sleeping

gee
now I'm wide awake
for heaven's sake


#52
~set me free

uncage me of love
give me wings so I might soar
just unlatch the gate
let me go so I might find
with you is where I belong


#53
~internal earthquake

standing in the doorway
waiting for my world to stop shaking
is how I live my life
a hell of my own making
intent on burying me alive


#54
~beneath the mask

removing my mask
is like breaking the surface
and finally breathing


#55 (inspired after watching an episode of The Glades)
~Purgatory and Hell

an orange jumpsuit
is my purgatory
for believing you loved me

for stealing my heart
your punishment is burning in hell
six feet under

1 unravel me

just because i've been in hiding, does not mean i have abondoned my creative self...mearly trying to rediscover it.

anyway, quite awhile ago i wrote to tweetoetry that had a similar feel.  a bit after that, i thought it would be neat to see if i could turn them into a bit of a series.  thus far, i have only added one additional tweetoetry (poem) to the mix.  for the fun of it, i decided to turn all three into a word cloud.  it seemed like a fun idea.  i tried wordle first, but while i was able to keep phrases together, it is limited in placing specific line near each other.  while i wasn't so picky about the poems flowing in order, some lines just really felt like they needed to be together.  so, i made my own (using MS Word).  so here it is...a bit blurry/pixelated...but still kind of neat...

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0 Batch #5

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

as before, there is really not much to report on the pom seed front.  i have two that fermented immediately into frothy delights.  the other two are linked together as potential lyrics (be grateful twitter doesn't allow for you input via microphone instead of keyboard). mostly i have been sending out tweetoetry--though i have one rambling to add to the mix.

anyway...while there are very few new additions, some of those from previous batches (today's leftovers) have matured into tasteful little bits.

so here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #5

• please help! my love has gone astray; he promised me here he would stay; so hurry I did, straight away; without delay, without delay (erupted into kiss anew)
• you put me on a shelf and stare at me/ hold me on a pedestal as though I were a queen (I hear this like a song with a biting sound.)
• I watch the ripples on the surface/ as I sink into nonexistence (erupted into plunge into nonexistence)
• but you don't listen to a word I say/ nor see the tears that stain my face (continuation of "you put me on a shelf...")

Ramblings (bold = new)

• pathetic really ~ the way anxiety grips my heart ~ as I step outside myself ~ reaching out ~ to those on the inside of the circle ~ I skirt (could technically be classified as a tweetoetry, but...)
• ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
• I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
• ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
• anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still lingers)
• forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• we were never friends; not really; how could we be; when all we did; was dance around each other (blossomed in never really friends)
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I woke this evening to a dream; and found myself the real me (i tried to expand this one, but i don't think it has fermented as much as it needs to) (finally matured into As Only I Could Dream)
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me
• I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be

Tweetoetry

#17 (tanka-ish)
~taste of revenge

can you taste
the tart flavor of my words
do they bite
my words strike your twisted soul
intent on paying you back


#18
~shimmering beneath

I caught a glimpse
beneath
as her mask slipped
why
does she hide
such shimmering beauty?


#19
~little girl

she steals my heart
with that devilish smile
backing away
beckoning me
to chase her


#20 (septolet; a 3WW post)
~ripe for the tasting

breezy kisses
tickle
her neck

she's ripe
for the picking
like a mellow
fruit


#21
~write me a poem~

touch me
soothe me
consume me
I want to taste your words
on my lips
bitter-sweet
meant just for me


#22
~play me a song~

strum me a beat
hard and fast
a riotous sound
meant to soothe my soul
pluck each chord
on my taunt nerves
unravel me


#23 (septolet)
~whispering taste

your whispering
touch
awakens me

I melt
into the delicious flavor
of your kiss


#24
~dance with me

words dance across my tongue
drawing you in
with the slow seductive curve of my lips
as they sway* to the rhythm of my heart

(*altered original word of dance to avoid excess)


#25 (septolet)
~tear ducts

dry eyes
burn
with unshed tears

revolting tears
stage a coup
against
raging emotions


#26
~no longer

lost
in a world
I did no ask for
how do I find my way back
back into nonexistence
where I can be free
to at last
live


#27 (haiku)
~blossoming

shades of white--pink hues
spring buds on long dormant limbs
opening my soul


#28 (haiku)
~raining petals

pink teardrops descend
pooling beneath weeping trees
nourishing new life


#29 (tanka)
~apart

I wish that I knew
how to be on the inside
a part of the world
I'm always on the outskirts
a hell of my own making


#30(senryu)
~on the inside

her beauty faded
--as too often is the case--
when her looks began to shine


#31
~filled to the brim

I write
to save my soul
for where words
might otherwise drown me
I break through the leves
so they may pour free


#32 (inspired by OSP Friday Poetically)
~the sound of touch

silence
absolute utter silence
falls on deaf ears
but as bare toes curl
into loose earth
a midnight serenade
bursts to life


#33 (septolet; inspired by 3WW)
~social jitters

graced
with social phobia
jitters spread

sanity
walks a thin line
around
my soul


#34
~soul to bare

I strip myself bare
waiting for the sweet tender touch
of peace
to awaken me

1 month of poeming--reflection

today is the 30th and final day of National Poetry Month, as well as the last day of a ruleless (or single rule ruled) posting. i technically still have my last poem to write, but i thought i'd take a moment to reflect on the past month...


being a math person, we'll start with the numbers...

Total # of poems posted here over the past month = 37

Inspiration Count:

Poetic Asides = 15
Three Word Wednesday = 5
Jingle Poetry = 3
OSP (Form Monday) = 3
OSP (One Shot Wednesday) = 3
OSP (Friday Poetically) = 1
OSP (One Shoot Sunday)= 4

Uninspired Count = 9

(for those of you who can add, five poems overlap in the inspiration count)

Poetic Forms Toyed With Count:

oddquain = 1
clarity pyramid = 1
etheree = 1
blitz = 1
shadorma = 3 (though technically one probably shouldn't count 'cause it is backwards)
septolet = 1
wrapped refrain = 2
sedoka = 1
my own created form = 1

(again for those who can add, the total falls below the total, 'cause i'm partial to free verse)

now that the counts are over...it has been an exhausting month. thankfully, there was no shortage of inspiration (that of others or my own)...of course i still have one more poem to go...


though this is not a typical batch, i thought this a good time to also share the seven tweetoetries that were produced over the course of this month. (i'll repost them appropriately in the next 'batch' with the correct number and their yet to be decided titles.)

#a (septolet)

your whispering
touch
awakens me

i melt
into the delicious flavor
of your kiss


#b

words dance across my tongue
drawing you in
with the slow seductive curve of my lips
as they dance to the rhythm of my heart


#c (septolet)

dry eyes
burn
with unshed tears

revolting tears
stage a coup
against
raging emotions

#d

lost
in a world
I did not ask for
how do I find my way back
back into nonexistence
where I can be free
to at last
live


#e (haiku)

shades of white--pink hues
spring buds on long dormant limbs
opening my soul


#f (haiku)

pink teardrops descend
pooling beneath weeping trees/
nourishing new life


#g (tanka)

I wish that I knew
how to be on the inside
a part of the world
I'm always on the outskirts
a hell of my own making


well....that's all for now. time to start thinking about today's poem...

11 ripe for the tasting

breezy kisses
tickle
her neck

she's ripe
for the picking
like a mellow
fruit

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i decided to once again open myself up to a new form of poetry.  on Monday i went with a mirrored refrain; today i decided to try my hand at a septolet.  Seven lines (check), separated into two related parts (check), fourteen words (check), construct a picture/image (i think i tickled the senses of touch and taste more so than sight...so...check).  there does not seem to be any specifications on the break up of the lines, though most were three and four (or vise versa...four and three), their seemed to be no set rule about the number of words per line (though one, two, three seemed to be the combinations).  so i suppose the above poem fits the criteria.


inspiration for this poem came from Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>breeze(-e+y), mellow, tickle].  as i rolled the words around in my mouth like a mellow wine over the course of the day, i found myself with little bursts of thoughts and no computer to type with.  so i pulled out my phone and tweeted it, easy breezy.  this would count as #tweetoetry number 20 (@rmpWritings).  a septolet is a much easier fit to the 140 limit than a tanka.

1 Batch #4

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

truth be told, there is not much to report on the Pom Seed front.  since Batch #3, i think i have only managed to add one more potentially tasty treat.  instead, i have manage to inundate my twitter account with tweetoetry.  and if that wasn't bad enough, ramblings have managed to make an appearance as well.  i suppose that these ramblings have the potential to turn into something more and thus could be considered a pom seed, but that was not the intent upon writing them.

not only have pom seeds been scarce, but i have yet to swirl the tasty treats and inhale their fragrance to discover if they have ripened to perfection yet.   anyway, here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #4

• I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be

Ramblings

• ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
• I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
• ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
• anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still lingers)
• forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• we were never friends; not really; how could we be; when all we did; was dance around each other
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• my heart aches for what was; as the world crashes in on me; ripping through me; as though I were a speck of dust; I weep for you (realized shortly after the Batch #3 post that this was not intended to be a pom seed, but rather a tweetoetry, so it will be joining my tweetoetries in this update.)
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I woke this evening to a dream; and found myself the real me (i tried to expand this one, but i don't think it has fermented as much as it needs to)
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me

Tweetoetry

#0
~Missing You

my heart aches for what was
as the world crashes in on me
ripping through me
as though I were a speck of dust
I weep for you


#3 (senryu)
~Pointed Words

words tear straight through me
though pointed at another
tears swell at their jest


#4 (tanka)
~Content Warning

this tweet was removed
due to insightful content
meant to provoke thought
brains were not made for such work
as to think outside the box


#5 (haiku)
~Goodnight Sweet Moon

face turned toward the light
basking in lunar glory
my eyes long to close


#6
~Paper Portal

there's a magic portal
on this paper
if it should suck you in
you shall not return the same


#7
~From the Sole

to sing with soul
I feel I must
sing
form the soles'
of my feet


#8 (tanka)
~Tempting Taste

succulent fragrance
oozes from your luscious neck
awakening me
the sweet nectar in your veins
dares me to savor a bite


#9 (tanka)
~Stay

I wish I could speak
the words you so long to hear
will you stay with me
hold me near 'til I break thru
my pain and words flow like tears


#10 (tanka)
~So Tired

my heart cannot breath
while tears threaten to pour out
so tired am I
this burden weighs heavily
tearing thru my very soul


#11 (haiku)
~Beautiful Creature

she laughed
like butterfly wings
I cried


#12
~Heavy with Fear

dark rainy night
fear burns deep
like the breath in my lungs
as i walk uphill


#13
~Social Isolation

do they notice
my self-imposed segregation
am I a blip on their radar
or a tree in the forest
no one hears fall


#14, 15, 16
~Will You

if I cover my mouth
will you kiss me elsewhere
until I relinquish
my lips
if I cover my ears
will you hold me up a sign
telling me I'm beautiful
until I'm desensitized enough
to hear its truth
if I close my eyes
(will you disappear
or) will you hold me
in your warm embrace
until the fear releases me
and I can see you
in all
of my days

upon transcribing the last tweetoetry, i realized i missed a line.  i added it in denoting it for the time being with parentheses.  i don't think i truly comprehended the number of them until just now.  unlike the last batch, i'm not going to notate each one, but i did include if it fit a particular form of poetry.  one thing i did learn is that tankas are quite tricky to write while maintaining the 140 character rule of a tweet.

0 Batch #3

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

time for a new batch of pom seeds and leftovers.  i definitely think twitter was a good medium for throwing out little bursts of thought that have the potential of evolving into a tasty morsel.  140 characters seems to be just enough, though i admit i've cut some ideas or reworked them to stay below the limit.  i've now been a member for 39 days...and have managed 18 tweets.  and while the majority of them are pom seeds, two found themselves fully ripe with flavor.  so i'm expanding this batch to include new pom seeds, leftovers, and (what i will term) tweetoetry.

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Pom Seeds Batch #3

• my heart aches for what was; as the world crashes in on me; ripping through me; as though I were a speck of dust; I weep for you
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I woke this evening to a dream; and found myself the real me (i tried to expand this one, but i don't think it has fermented as much as it needs to)
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• we were never friends; not really; how could we be; when all we did; was dance around each other
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• I feel like an outsider looking in; the warm embrace of acceptance eludes (found its flavor in two recent poems:  alone and To be rid of this curse)

Tweetoetry

#1

~Drowning

how do I make it stop 

how do I just--not care 

please! tell me how 

'cause I'm drowning 

alone 

and fast 

(this first tweetoetry had me toying with syllables (6, 6, 4, 4, 2, 2).  i've never really been one for syllables.  even more so if i have to pay attention to syllable stress.  but it's good to work outside one's comfort zone.)

Strike a Pose
(image by rmp, that's me)

#2

~My Dear Little One

you lay with eyes closed

your breath barely visible

I fear what's ahead

the cold earth is unyielding

still I must make your last bed

(first, i still had tanka on the brain from One Stop Poetry's Form Monday [Part 1 and Part 2].  not a bad form for tweetoetry, but not exceeding the max character count can be a bit tricky.  secondly, the poem was written for Bailey, who had me quite worried by acting like  an old man as apposed to his usual rambunctious self.  i've read the average lifespan is 8-10 in some sources and 10-12 in others.  either way, he is on the cusp being just over 10 years old.  fortunately, he is back to his crazy wall climbing self.  maybe it was the cold weather...maybe he was mad at me...maybe he was just tired from all his shenanigans, after all he is technically and old man.)