Blogmas, Day 5: Poem for Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon (#poem #blogmas)

No new stops on the tour today so, for blogmas, I thought I’d write a poem. I’m heartened by all the interest in poetry these days, not only on WordPress but Twitter, too. Come join us in the #WritingCommunity.

Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon

Everything in Vegas looks better at night
Gazing for miles under the desert starlight
Roaming the streets just before daylight
Clickety clank clank breaks the silence of the morning hush
Tucked away in a casino away from the commuter’s rush

Nikki fled from the Blue Diamond Saloon
Away from her assailant unseen by the moon
Taking refuge in a City she once knew
Friendships and lovers too risky to start over
Memories and fears locked in a heart frozen sober

The past leads you where you swore you’d never go
Lessons unlearned like a missile-seeking foe
Next time be careful by what you do choose
This time around with bigger stakes to lose
Too late to escape Déjà Vu at the Blue Diamond Saloon

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The Imperfections of a Narcissist (#poetry #introtopoetry)

Day 6 prompt is “imperfect” – limerick for bonus points.

“Imperfect” and “Narcissist” cannot be in existence
In an ode so short or very long sentence
By definition a narcissist cannot be imperfect
If you call them out, they will enrage or deflect
No matter how you may wish or provide concrete evidence

The Journey Home (#poetry #introtopoetry)

Day 4 writing prompt is “journey.” Use of simile for bonus points. I’ve been under the weather so I’m not sure how much effort I can put into this.

Searching for that “one wise man”
My journey took me from California to Florida three times back I ran
Like a fish out of water, the Prodigal daughter, I came home again

No father waiting with open arms
His love and attention for me I was starved
Denying the power and lack that brings harm

Embracing me and what I can bring
Writing and music and listening to Thee
Is the greatest gift beyond all belief

 

A Friend’s Betrayal (#poetry #introtopoetry)

Day Three’s writing prompt is “friend” – a positive or negative experience. Build in an acrostic (the first letter of each line spells a word or phrase) for bonus points.

For fifty years we had been friends
Ignorant in the ways of the world of sex
Filled with plans for a bright future ahead
Torn apart by a move of long-distance
Yet, later life brought us together again

Yellow as bright as the sun colored the skirt in Home-Ec
Elvis brought us giggles in Journalism class
An afternoon concert at the local fairgrounds
Reckoned a kiss from Glen Campbell’s lips
So special a friendship nothing could wreck

And then Facebook tore apart what I could not sense
Grounded out our friendship until it was dead
On the basis of something I said you took offense

A Veteran’s Face (#poetry #introtopoetry #VeteransDay)

Intro to Poetry (Day Two) suggests writing a poem about a face of any kind. Alliteration for bonus points.

It came out of nowhere yesterday
Hitting me in the heart
Numbing my identity
As if I were a nameless nobody
Belting me with a break so sharp
A photo of a Navy Veteran’s face
His memory I cannot erase
Questions asked after so many years
A child staring at the bump on her ear
Wondering “who am I” and “why do I fear?’
Looking in the looking glass
I see the answer staring me in the face
Knowledge I no longer need to chase
A photo is a reminder of our resemblance
So I honor the Veterans as a daughter’s remembrance

Wings of an Eagle (#poem #lyrics)

My head silently screams through the night
When the long-awaited answer is nearly in sight
Wings of an eagle flap, ready to take flight

Nowhere to go, I must now stay
Running was the thing of another day
Understanding when absent, intuition leads the way

I must not fear, sleeping under God’s wings
The storyteller prays as the choir now sings
Artists and monks the truth must bring

Wings of an eagle carry the message
Laser-focused eyes encompass the ledge
Save me from falling teetering on the edge

 

September (#poem)

Counting down the timeline
Clutching it in my hand
Where is my tomorrow
In the Promised Land

When you see Jesus on the corner,
Joseph in the corridor,
Raphael in a field of green
Something is happening it seems

September is the signal
The guide has appeared
Too early to throw your hands up
Don’t give in to fear

Searching for home night and day
Where it used to be
Look ahead, not behind
You know you cannot stay

 

The Artist’s Rule Blues (#lyrics #poetry #50/90)

When I was young, I wanted to run
Seeking adventure around every corner
I never knew who I was back then
The family I had was really a foreigner
That’s when my search began
for the real piano man

Mama gave me a piano
Daddy strummed the guitar
I sang in the choir
I never got very far
I had the Artist Rule Blues

Rule #1: the hardest of the three
Rule #2: stability for me
Rule #3: playing like a fool
Obedience calls for always being true

As life wore on, I could no longer deny
The need to look that man in the eye
The one responsible for my very life
The one who now had a different wife
That’s when my search began
for the real piano man

Mama gave me a piano
Daddy strummed the guitar
I sang in the choir
I never got very far
I had the Artist Rule Blues

Rule #1: the hardest of the three
Rule #2: stability for me
Rule #3: playing like a fool
Obedience calls for always being true

I found him on a mountain
We sang all night and day
Of one thing I’m quite certain
His love made me want to stay

Mama gave me a piano
Daddy strummed the guitar
I sang in the choir
I never got very far
I had the Artist Rule Blues

Rule #1: the hardest of the three
Rule #2: stability for me
Rule #3: playing like a fool
Obedience calls for always being true

Home on Hardy Falls (#poem)

Once upon a time on Hardy Falls
I was blessed to stay home and be her mom
We’d named her Lovey, a fitting name
She stole the King’s heart, her claim to fame

That feeling I miss about being home
Mornings on my lap in my aqua robe
Embracing life as queen of the house
With the caramel cat who loved to mouse

Skipper was king and I loved him so
Life without him I cannot know
But looking back I am surely shown
Lovey his queen was the heart of the home