Poetry Blog by Mae Foreman
Mae Foreman on Dream (meant mostly for the delusional or the happy) (11 days ago)
Lightly the young girl dances
around a bonfire; proud of her prized wisdom!
While the old man humbly weeps
over all the things unknown; ever, now and hence.
Surely the innocent fawn prances
haughty and ignorant of the looming doom,
as the hollow-eyed huntsman peeps
through the dense foliage of iron-wrought prudence.
Wednesday 20th March 2019 7:36 pm
I look into those light blue eyes, that shine like stars and I see...
The same innocent expression they had when they first opened! A new born child, almost blind from the sights to see, full of anticipation to behold the world and live the life!
I see these eyes lousy with life and curiosity and laughs!
and I wonder...
not how much longer they are going to stay open...
I don't won...
Friday 15th March 2019 9:03 pm
The day the little fledgling starts mentoring the hawk
The night the Earth is sent orbitting around the Moon
If some time soon the lame and crippled stand up and walk
and I see the fierce and tough smell flowers and swoon
When we start blessing the dead to rest in turmoil and not in peace
and life commences with death under a sun that is blue
If Swan Lake is ever performed in a p...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 7:07 pm
The last thing I remember of you is your mischievous grin.
I remember you beckoning to me laughingly, trying to get me to cross over to the other side.
You were always laughing! Ironically...
Bellowing as loudly as you could trying to prevail over the clangorous, ominous shrieking and the industrial groaning, saying:
"Come on, you've never known life until you've crossed the railroad w...
Saturday 2nd March 2019 7:02 pm
The throes of broken lovers
unfold before the light
only when it's dark; late, late, late at night!
Luminous orbs weep
pearlescent tears drip.
Ink on pargmen drops; indigo steeped, deep.
Listen well into the night
the myriads of wrenched souls moan
sax and fiddles serenading: "You are not alone!"
Sunday 24th February 2019 10:31 pm
And the angel kept his wings
And the paramour returned
to his trite, ignoble things
Though the flesh still yearned
that, then, was the inglorious end.
Sunday 24th February 2019 10:20 pm
Things that look alike
Volume 1: "Bright and Innocent!"
The cordial smile of a supposed benefactor
The caresses of a new unexplored lover
Freshly cooked up ideas, right out of a young passionate mind; not very well though out
And the hope in the words of the confident orator
and the promises of the formidable father
and his proud posture and big gestures
and the ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 2:51 pm
Hold on with the claws of your heart
The fight has yet to be fought
The war has yet to start
Nobody asked us if we'd like to enlist!
But the knaves still seek to be bought
Paint with the colors of your eyes
A battle-field of charcoal and aquamarine
Search for mine within the crowds of your allies
Remember! It's on the prices of the stakes that you ...
Thursday 21st February 2019 9:31 pm
This is for all the days
that you wake up feeling lesser.
This is for all the ways
that the order of the world has forced you to say "Yes, sir."
and feign a smile and take a bow.
For every time you have to clench your teeth
swallow your pride, crease your brow
this is the only thing I can leave you with.
For all the dull afternoons
and for all the lonesome nights.
Tuesday 19th February 2019 2:32 pm
If there is ever held a trial in a court of justice
To punish the one who stabbed humanity in the eye,
don't go looking for any monster of extraordinary malice.
Look my way, for the hideous wrongdoer is I.
Rip the clothes off my back and kick me down
Spit in my eye and then hand me the flog,
Because I alone deserve to wear the crown
of the cowardly, hypocritical, whimpe...
Sunday 17th February 2019 3:33 pm
GR (In the South)
In the realm of vineyards and olive trees
In the citadel of hot humid nights
We wasted away dancing in the breeze
Counting pointlessly the stellar lights.
The foliage urged us in clandestine meetings
we leaned back and let go of our innocence.
Between childish scribblings and philosophic readings,
entranced by the fragrant...
Saturday 9th February 2019 1:45 pm
Pins and needles piercing through,
Luminous, lonely light
dark, damp, dancing in the dead of night.
Wednesday 6th February 2019 12:18 pm
The shadows of fathers are nasty things
a girl is born in thrall;
Train for the live-chess arena and lure diamond rings
how glamor and grandeurs are dull;
When she closes her eyes she dreams of the sun
Later she'll claim a second chance through her son.
The shades of mothers are tricky things
a boy grows chasing after it;
That some day she will spread her angelic wing...
Saturday 2nd February 2019 11:49 am
Tenderly like the paramour
from heaven; in love
the angel falls.
Thursday 31st January 2019 7:26 pm
I've studied the science of being wrong,
I'll say it's rather simple a paradigm:
You just have to remember to nod along
And let people be right all the time.
Most opportune a getaway in a commotion!
You simply forfeit the right to your own view!
Sign up to be the littlest fish in the ocean.
Get eaten first, it's easy. Ends quickly too!
Being perpetually wrong is "...
Saturday 26th January 2019 4:39 pm
A whirlpool of chaos, monsoon!
And at the centre; an isle
Friday 25th January 2019 8:13 pm
Before she closed the door to my back
my mother said: "Be wary my child,
Those who are worthy to make their own luck
know to steer clear from what inside runs wild."
I took her words and kissed her forhead
and went on to my well-charted way
I found that a clear safe path lay ahead
I took it and vowed never to stray.
I advanced purposefully towards what
upon my ...
Friday 25th January 2019 6:04 pm
I don't like the ways of my arid tongue
I don't like the stiff ways of my pen
I've been trying to sing what's already been sung
And I'm starting to lose my zen.
It feels like my head is made of bricks
Mould is working its way inside,
I'm in permanent stupor and all fresh out of tricks,
mouth agape and eyes open wide!
I hold my reading books upside-down
I write ...
Saturday 12th January 2019 2:13 pm
Leave little songbird, go-
-off of my ledge!
or I'll shut the window,
or I'll burn down your perch.
Your cloying chirping keeps
my doted children from slumber
she fusses and weeps
he is always encumbered.
You have lost the flair to lull
only cause ennui and grief
your songs have grown dull
they no longer bring relief.
The tales that you tweet
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 6:16 pm
swimming with choices!
Saturday 10th November 2018 1:22 pm
The splendid Eve
of some imposed Lord's day
Saturday 10th November 2018 12:57 pm
My Most Constant F(r)iend
You've always been the predecided grand finale!
Mortals and angels, imps and harpies dance around your light.
And you, the bonfire! Casting shadows all across your valley
Sit back and watch us dance and chant in reverance and fright.
As for Yours Truly, you're the reason why my life has meaning.
You are the force compelling me to toil, strain a...
Thursday 8th November 2018 3:23 pm
No matter how busy your fingers,
no matter how bright your works
n' if the glorious "now" feels like it lingers
don't be fooled! The grim "tomorrow" still lurks.
Sunday 4th November 2018 9:30 pm
I wish you were here to witness how you’d turn out had you not been burnt by the fire in you.
I wish you had stuck here long enough to give the long road a chance, see there’s an exit at the end of it.
I wish I could steer you away from that misleading short-cut at the end of which lies that brick wall with the shabbily spray painted “Dead End” on it.
I wish you were here to see me f...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 7:19 pm
Always On The Losing Side
You’ve lost to emperors and knights,
been cheated by beggars and thieves.
Shame and agony fill your nights
The scar of defeat never leaves…
You always were that one lame horse
That even you wouldn’t bet on.
Charm isn’t an overcoat you can force
on an ugly duckling-of-a-swan.
Some days you lose to the witty,
and other times you lose
Saturday 27th October 2018 1:18 am
Consume or be Consumed
And right when you think you’ve had enough…
Take a big breath! There’s still room!
Swallow the Insults; Feast on them!
You might as well enjoy them too!
The more of them you eat
the less of them stare back at you from your plate.
You can't have Respect though.
You can only lick the icing a little bit...
With class and finesse take ...
Sunday 14th October 2018 9:16 pm
A Rhyming Idea
Boys so curious fumble-fumble
gay little girls spin round and round
Thus until the sky shall crumble
n' the burden of us cracks the ground.
Should the world meet its undoing
One last light will shine so sheer!
–What's the idea?-
Wealth or power or spineless wooing? (nay!)
La poesia, la poesia!
Words in prose and words in mu...
Thursday 4th October 2018 5:12 pm
Raise your glasses cunning foes!
Behold your triumph and cheer!
The folk are down, who will not flee
will bend the knee in fear.
My neck is broken, wounds are sore
You’ve almost won the war!
So drink a toast and raise your glasses,
brag and mock and sneer!
At dawn when the golden hour passes,
I will still be here.
(written on October the 15th, ...
Friday 28th September 2018 8:19 pm
Things that sound alike
Volume 1: “Screaming”
All the firsts and all the lasts sound the same.
The frst cry of a new born infant gulping that dreadful thing she'll later fight for
and the sudden "ouch" from the first time she prickled her finger with a rose’s thorn
and the battlecries of soldiers,
and the rattle of death,
and the demented folk, out in the streets and...
Wednesday 26th September 2018 3:05 pm
-Father, father, why do we bother?
-For the sake of taking it all a bit farther.
-Mother, mother, why do we bother?
Why do we dare and why do we care?
-For otherwise we wouldn’t bear.
-Lover, lover, why do we bother?
Why suffer the keen sting, why keep each other slave?
-So that flowers grow on our grave.
-Brother, brother, why do we bother?
Tuesday 25th September 2018 9:20 pm
I can tolerate Death
I can tolerate Death and His puppeteering strings.
Always breathing down my neck, always plotting, always scheming,
clinging from my ankle, plucking feathers off my wings.
And even in my visions, even in my dreaming
of Love, of You, of healing Art,
I find myself, not blissful, but a little short of breath.
And it’s not Hope or Caution nor my beating h...
Sunday 23rd September 2018 6:51 pm