Poetry Blog by Mae Foreman
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 from 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