Mae Foreman
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Biography
I was born in a place you've never heard of; in the turn of the century, God help me... I was raised in turmoil. I was brought up by children and have been raising adolescents ever since. I have a few good friends and only one invincible foe. I live in hell. It's possible that I've once or twice had a glimpse of heaven. I've loved an indifferent lover. To everybody else I'm insatiable. I keep dying. It's cumbersome. A perfect stranger once saved my life. Now I have to save someone... I'm compelled, you see.. I practice a togue that is not my own. I exploit it for my own twisted pleasures with sad and pitiful results. I misspel a lot. "Look here, sweetheart, I don't mean to mistreat you..." I swing between romanticism and cynicism. Sometimes I feel like a rock and sometimes I feel like a grain of sand. I just can't take a pick. Chances are my existence in this world will never mean a thing. I'll just come and go unnoticed.Yet, I'm happy to be a nobody. I'll still get out of bed every morning and put on my heavy armor, even if my knees are sore from the day before. I'm all alone and yet I have no time to myself. I am every other person.
Samples
Fleeting -It's on my left arm; it sears. It's on my wings; I try to bear it; in tears. It's in my chest; It beats. It's in the air; I suck it in and it fogs my wits. It used to be inside my mother. It still resides within my father. It's growing inside my sister's womb, as we speak. It fills every second of my time; be it minute, hour or week... I have it here, somewhere...Among my daggers and swords... Look! It's almost out but it's still lit! -Lovely. Any last words? -Yes. I wish I had some more of it. _Mae Foreman September the 16th 2018 "Art is the imaginary solution to a problem that is unsolvable in real life." "A simple act of kindness can be the lifebuoy that can help one out of the quagmire of cynicism and self-abandonment." _Mae Foreman
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Blog entries by Mae Foreman
Consume or be Consumed (14/10/2018)
A Rhyming Idea (04/10/2018)
Still Here (28/09/2018)
Things that sound alike (26/09/2018)
Y (25/09/2018)
I can tolerate Death (23/09/2018)
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Comments
D.knape! I'm honored! And may I say, that makes one hell of a haiku! Thank you!
wink back!
Mon 15th Oct 2018 12:27
overwhelmed
yet under
the influence.
wink.
Sun 7th Oct 2018 23:23
you mae? or may not.
thanks for visiting my site.
you have a strange way of putting things.
I do not understand it but it sounds poetic-
therefore you Mae be a success.
Mae the gods be with you.
Thank you so much for commenting on my POTW. I do appreciate it!!😊
Hi Mae, thank you for liking Sat Here Thinking...I found your bio fascinating... Taylor😃
Thank you so much for your kind comments on 'The Language of Trees' Christine x
Hello Mae - thank you for your messages on my page.
Remember some wise words: cynicism is the last resort of
idealism - and take comfort from them. Age (and I have that in abundance) should see us benefit in this life in
unexpected ways and these are always to be welcomed.
That said, youth has the advantage of an open mind and
the hoped-for years to profit accordingly. My working life
was spent in public service and allowed me many insights
into the human condition, its strengths and its frailties.
Now, in retirement, I can enjoy embracing the best of
both whilst not being too quick to be impressed by what
modern life and its values have to offer.
Be content in your own skin and above all, be kind (especially to yourself) when possible. I firmly believe
the latter to have the most value in our existence, whilst
being ready to recognise cant and cruelty - and reproach
them accordingly. Well-founded criticism always has its
place.
Good luck with your WOL poems!
MC
Hi, Mae, thanks for commenting my profile! In fact, English is my native tongue, but I live in France, so when I try to put my poetry "out there" it's harder to be fully understood. That's why I've appreciated this website as a place I can share with people who do understand English!
I do sometimes write poetry in French though, and I'm absolutely all for writing in languages other than mother tongue too. We use slam poetry in our English as Second Language programme and the students absolutely love it - some even say it's easier and more liberating to write in English than to write in their own language, as the "rules" seem less constraining!
I've read your sample poem and I think it's great, and even your biography is written very poetically. I look forward to exploring more of your work.
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elPintor
Sat 20th Oct 2018 03:10
Hello, Mae. It seems like you have quite much to say.
I've enjoyed watching, in silence, your participation here on WoL--from what I've seen, I've no doubt that you have much more to offer.
Rachel