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Dear Santa,
Dear Santa,
I've been extra good this year
All I want is a cure for my
rare brain disease because
see Santa I was given this
disease before I left my
mothers womb so long
ago now
But life since that time has
been up and down daily like
a rocking roller coaster riding
throughout a non-stoppable
hurricane that is enough to
drive one ...
Monday 24th December 2018 2:37 pm
Quill
Publish your poems,
your stories,
your soul songs.
A world of lonely people
are waiting for you
with open arms.
Saturday 22nd December 2018 7:28 pm
My Muse
You have come to visit me.
Welcome. I have missed you.
I often see you hiding behind the laundry,
patiently waiting until the neverending chores are done.
Then, when I finally sit down to talk,
you disappear like an unwritten dream,
leaving me speechless.
Today, for the moment,
you are here
and I have so much to say.
Won't you stay
and be my friend?
My Muse Replies:
"Yo...
Tuesday 18th December 2018 4:06 pm
Ashes in a Wilderness
To you, readers, I say
I am no writer -
these words
placed themselves
on my page
to tell a story
To you, writers, I cry
I am no chronicler -
these tales
spun their web
through my mind
to make a memory
To you, poets, I sing
I am no rhymer -
these lines
etched their pattern
on my paper
to form a psalm
To you, who come, I whisper
...Tuesday 9th October 2018 2:32 pm
You are not a writer... yet.
You’re not a writer yet,
until your work is more than just some poems.
You’re not a writer yet,
so don’t forget you must keeping going.
You’re not a writer yet
because you ‘might’ by the writing bug have been bitten.
You’re not a writer yet,
if getting it right, means more than getting it written.
Tuesday 4th September 2018 10:39 am
dream 111111
The dream the dream the dream! I write like Liz Hand. The dark underbelly of the city. Not just people dying. All of it. Every city has one. All are the same. The dark 3am beat. Put my poem in your book. My dream of it. An artist painting an artist painting an artist painting an artist...
The big young potentially dangerous Russian stood in front of me. He thought what he had to say is i...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 4:13 pm
I can't write today
I can’t write today.
There’s things need doing. Bills to pay.
The laundry won’t put itself away -
I can’t write today.
I’ve to-do lists and not-done lists a mile long
And every little thing that could possibly ever go wrong
Needs to be anticipated, calculated
Life’s so complicated -
I can’t write today.
Classes to prep and papers to grade
Gotta do the job for which I’...
Monday 13th August 2018 10:53 pm
The Interface
Books make visible the writer's soul
Which bleeds its angst by pen:
Spread thin across life's whited bowl
A thin red stain of madeleine
Books may offer us an author's eye
That ensnares the reader within its brail
Or should writers light the reader's sky
And tear apart the shadowy veil?
Books will hold the writer's thought
And bridge the gap twixt pen and read...
Friday 27th July 2018 2:49 pm
Cathedrals of Words [1]
It starts with that
the feel of paper
between the fingers
the paper worn by touch
the ink a little faded
but the weight of
the incorruptible text
resting on the eye
retaining its worth
for ever
Even before that
there was the heft of it
in the hand
the boards scuffed
the jacket torn
but the perfection of
that binding
resting on the palm
is ...
Tuesday 24th July 2018 10:37 am
To all you writers and poets out there
To all you writers and poets out there.
Thank you for your words of courage,
words of truth,
words of encouragement
and nourishment.
Thank you for your solidarity,
for lifting us up.
Thank you for breaking ground,
cutting the edge,
standing on that soapbox
with daring and drive,
having the nerve to shout out
what many ...
Saturday 30th June 2018 12:15 pm
His Love
(His Love)
His love had grabbed
her heart at first
sight and she began
to fall in love with
this man because
the poetic word's
he wrote to her
and it made her
heart rhythm
pick-up pounding
faster and faster
for him and his
word's was slowly
being engraved upon
her damaged layers
of her heart easing
her weary mind about
reopening her hea...
Saturday 9th June 2018 12:35 am
"Cry in Sorrow"
Broken and left in sorrow,
Through my tears I speak my fear for the morrow
Winding time back is the only relief
While this empty shell decays
And tears apart the last glimpse of life.
Sunday 27th May 2018 12:05 am
Process
what spills onto the page
falls from my mind:
it tells of what is there
it tastes of my thoughts
so they are spread here with care
as verse
the page becomes
my mind bared
...
Friday 11th May 2018 3:47 pm
Coffee Shop Blues
Bakers and coffee shops
Line the streets,
And I find myself
Nestling inside a few
To find a comfort
Only coffee beans and bacon
Can provide.
Warming cold hands
From frost;
Warming strangers to the
Idea of companionship
And togetherness.
Wholeness.
Mugs and teaspoons
Hold a special place
In my heart;
Teapots and saucers have
A special kind of solac...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 11:44 am
Face To Face With Us
{Face To Face With Us}
My white and tan face fades,
hiding inside of this grayish black smoke.
I knew they'd use it against us,
dammit; the tear gas is filling the blue skies around us and as the rub bullets flies past our heads.
I'm grown I make my own decisions to fight this fight.
I'm fresh like I just rolled out of bed.
Their clouded misguided assumpti...
Monday 16th April 2018 1:36 am
I get it...Yet
I get it…Yet
I get the internet
Yet
here I am trawling through stuff
Not writing enough
Pasting, wasting and chasing flat dreams and holograms,
Missing the meaning and depth
Of a moment
Of an movement
Of living.
Saturday 10th March 2018 3:48 pm
What I Need
{What I Need}
What I need is to be
the same person I was
before chiari
And what I need is
to be that person who
can be able to cope
with life again
And I need to feel
calm and not so
panicky
And I need to feel
good about myself
And not so bad
about myself
And for the thing's in
my life that I am u...
Sunday 25th February 2018 2:34 am
Alone
{Alone}
Sometimes I look into
a mirror to see my face
so I don't look so crazy
asI talk to myself
And sometimes when I
am missing you I will
hold my dead phone
against my face so I
don'tlook so crazy as
I pretend to talk to
myself while wishing
the whole time that
it is you
And this only
happens when I
feel so alone
wit...
Saturday 24th February 2018 1:11 am
What Is This?
{What Is This?}
What is this game we call life
And how do you win
And how do you survive
And how do you make it out alive
And do we use pawns
And do we have check mates
And you say that my heart will do just fine
Or will this game we call life will I make it out alive
And only in due time will tell me if I shall survive
©Tina Glov...
Friday 23rd February 2018 4:16 pm
Him
{Him}
He loves me,
He loves me not,
I love him,
He loves me not,
I fought for us,
He didn't,
I chased him,
He didn't chase me,
I saw the sparks in his eyes,
I saw the way he looked at her,
I watched his body movement,
I watched him kiss her all of the time,
I've wrote a thousand songs for him,
I have sang a thousand songs for him,
I shipped a thousand feeling's to him,
But he...
Friday 23rd February 2018 4:02 pm
To Hear Your Name
{To Hear Your Name}
To hear your name
it's just like another
dulling sword that
has pierced straight
through my heart
ooh-ooh the pain
To hear your name
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer August 11,2016 but posting here on February 23,2018
Friday 23rd February 2018 3:39 pm
Survival
{Survival}
All I need
is if I was
the only human
on the planet
is my furry
friend by my
side then I'll
be doing just
fine and dandy
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018
Wednesday 21st February 2018 10:26 pm
The Darkness
{The Darkness}
Your whole
aura is
giving off
that deep
down darkness
that we all
fear to love
but you are
making yours
absolutely
intoxicating
to resist
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018
Wednesday 21st February 2018 10:18 pm
The Moment
{The Moment}
The moment
when happiness
arrives but some
stubborn asshole
comes along to
screw that up for
you so steer clear
of all assholes
that's even
including you
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018
Wednesday 21st February 2018 10:00 pm
When I Am A Sleep Or Awake
{When I Am A Sleep Or Awake}
When I am a sleep or awake I dream of you all the same
©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer Originally written in 2016 but posting here on February 15,2018
Thursday 15th February 2018 10:36 pm
Erotic Naughty Poems
(Eroitc Naughty Poems)
He walks in from work with his shirt draping off his rock hard body that has me looking straight at him in his eyes while locking on with his eyes then I start to twist and bitting my tongue and lips while licking them wanting to taste his body on my lips and you can't take it anymore I get up walking over to him while doing a sexy stripper walk dance while...
Friday 9th February 2018 11:03 am
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)
My heart is hurting because I left something extra special behind in beautiful Havana
He was a tall tan skinned man that was a tall glass of water that kept thrusting for him day and night and I think I am about ready to lose my mind because of that man in Havana
And as I need and want Havana to appe...
Thursday 8th February 2018 9:50 pm
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie)
Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie)
(Doobie-Doobie)
When the doobie-doobie drugs don't work any more girl you are just a fool if you think love don't hurt because hot damn it does that's why one more blow to sniff until I cannot breathe
And when the doobie-doobie-doobie don't work any more as one more sniff and one more puff and popping one mor...
Thursday 8th February 2018 9:24 pm
The Poet's Problem
Impulse is the best linguist
So Mr Thoreau thought
And often what is written here
Is spoiled by what is later brought
Yet
All I write and sometimes rhyme
Falls on the page untaught
So needs some tender love and care
Before you see it as you ought
So
The lines you read from any page
Should by your ear be caught
As best words ordered to flow well
With...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 2:04 pm
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