Feb 25, 2021
I Remember
Lauren, Michelle, Contrary Cate Moonlight Jazz and The Girl Soul to name but a few their loss touches me with sorrow and yet still my heart can smile remembering I have you
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I Remember
Lauren, Michelle, Contrary Cate Moonlight Jazz and The Girl Soul to name but a few their loss touches me with sorrow and yet still my heart can smile remembering I have you
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A Funny Thing Happened
Well, I had several reblogs (old and new) queued up and then a funny thing happened, I wrote a playfully, and admittedly very strange poem including a word I’ve NEVER used before, erudite. Posting shortly, and it’s inspired by an all time favorite friend and writer here, “my cousin” @contrarycate. She lives in Ireland and left Tumblr long ago. :’( One time I explained to her that I was ”officially” 3/8ths Irish, and she immediately proclaimed me 100% Authentically Irish. Smiled and sighed on that one. Anyway, this is still on her blog and to this day makes me smile. “feel free, ask away, I`ll try to be erudite or something...“ Also, speaking of favorites, an early am shout out to my dear friend @teaberrybee for graciously and patiently tolerating me and my oft strange attempts at humor. I blew up her ask thingy this morning with rough drafts of the aforementioned poem. Thank you. Love to all. Mike <3 P.S. I also paraphrased Dr Evil in the poem.
Anyone heard from Cate?
Trying to get back in my touch
Angling for contentment
when all the fish have trooped down the corridor laid down on the butchers block finally there is quiet, a bit of peace - a piece of peace is a tremulous thing ragged clothes on a malnourished frame uncertain of what to do, poised to be squished by a bullying shoe falling from a height, it`s not brave or innovative or much for introspection it is passive and dumb and avoidance is instinctual, avoid movement, avert the eyes, avoid attracting notice, skulk around the wainscotting with dust bunnies - all a piece of peace wants is the simple pleasure of being, no stimulation, no acknowledgement of its existence, to name it is to cause its inevitable decline, to name it confirms it has a finite nature, to name it is as a suture needle employed to torture with a thread of hope for longevity, fish stitched together with hooks, the unsound of a footfall a bated breath that circumstance notices and automatically it begins to loosen its shoe laces - don`t bother to count the fish in the sea - we are all of a piece you know.. and equally, a plaice.
[submitted by contrarycate]
contrarycate replied to your post “Bank Job: Part 1”
wow!!
Thanks :) The second part will be up later today (need to give it an edit-over later). The series has been going on for over a year now and in all that time the magician has rarely flat-out lost, though sometimes the victories have been damn ugly. At best this ends up a pyrrhic victory on his part. The ramifications of that to the series should be interesting to write.
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Boom Baby! Now that's what I'm talking about! *Squeezes my favorite girls*
In thanks to the best of us
When loneliness comes creeping
This room, a crypt
Filled with the ghosts of forlorn silence
That nibble at my periphery
I cry out to the blanket void
And beseech it send me comfort
A moment
And it comes
The spirited chariot of soothing love
From across the sea and beyond the boundaries of
Everything I know
A whisper at first, then a chorus uplifting
Words of encouragement
Compassion and empathy
A single ocean of sorrow teeters on my swollen lid
And falls unheeded
As the irrelevant unhinging
Closes and seals tight
And so,
I cry out in joy
"Thank you my friends and family, your words of sweetest love
Saved me that night
I will never be alone as long as a poets dream is shared"
Happy St Patrick's Day everyone. I hate to brag but according to my "precise" calculations I'm 3/8ths Irish and per my dear friend Cate, that counts. :D I think it's especially cool to be able to claim an Irish Heritage as a poet. I mean, what other country ever had a poet's rebellion? Two interesting things I learned from a National Geographic Explorer Magazine that I still have are there is at least one Frawley's Pub in Ireland, and you don't feck with the faeries. Love you all, Irish or not, Mike <3