a late submission from Paul but a must read!
Introduction Poems
Introduction Poems at the Go Dog Go Cafe
I am overwhelmed by the response to the "share a poem with me" call out I made. What started as a fun challenge became something much deeper. It drew writers from different backgrounds and cultures to look into themselves and share more than is seen on the surface, more than what lies between their skins. … Continue reading Introduction Poems at the Go Dog Go Cafe
Intertwined – I Do Run
I am not ashamed to say I cried reading this, thank you for writing this
(Written in response to the #PicandaWord weekly challenge prompt, from Pix to Words, 12/25/16.)
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The woman I am
Is the woman I was
The quiet one
The smart one
The bookworm
The one who ran a high school mile in 20 minutes
The woman I am
Is the woman I was
The hands in my back pocket,
I can conquer the world,
Let the party begin,
I can pull off an A paper in 4 hours Co-ed
Who wasn’t self aware enough
Who wasn’t practiced enough
To know alcoholic lies
The woman I am
Is the woman I was
The trusting in a good world
How did this happen to me
Despite my negative words
Against my feminist will
It must be my fault
Forgive me, understand me lover.
The woman I am
Is the woman I was
The grieving mother
The don’t get too close so it…
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Who am I? – Jane
of cheesecakes and dresses and fighting for a better world, here’s Jane’s poem
You ask me who I am,
this fool whose home-made skin
once glistened
with a million shades
of fake and real, incorporating
all the human I hungered to be
and wished to be envisaged in me;
this fool who
from a distance, glowed,
yet seen up close,
singed the eye.
You ask me who I am;
this woman so deeply seared
by uncertainty.
I can tell you I erred,
and that in erring,
I learned to learn,
crawling toward the cure
as each vain expectation,
each flaking fantasy,
each false pretence
was slaked away,
leaving me both less and more.
You ask me who I am
as I watch my multi-coloured dream-coat
shrink to flickering embers,
surrendered by my own hand
to the questing flames
of questioned truth.
You ask me who I am;
I’ll tell you what I know.
Old flesh shows through the vest
my mother dressed me…
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Introductions – Liz
Liz has much truth to share
It’s all about “me”
An important question in question
Pretending or genuine wish to discover
it matters little
when I don’t want to uncover “me”.
Thus, I deflect
waxing poetics and practising polemics
to avoid looking straight into the heart of the matter
on the off-chance that I do posses one
despite the fact that the swamp
that swallowed poison, like candy
and tricked and beheaded
its own demons for wicked amusement
pushing away the opportunities for redemption
to see what will happen next
and if the bottom is lower than saints predicted,
consumed the pulse a long time ago
and for years there was none,
allowing the depth of abyss to grow
and consume passions, forcing out
envy, regret, hate, love and even pain
leaving but a still indifferent greyness
that is lazily clutching to moral
which is not respected nor believed in
just for the sake of clinging,
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Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I – Barbara
I was so touched by Barbara’s entwined spirit with stunning artwork collaboration with her sister
Entwined Spirit: Me, Myself, and I
Let me introduce myself
This poem is about me
Inspired by my sister’s art that
She created from a photo of me.
She calls it “Entwined Spirit”
I am an entwined spirit
A composite of hues
Swirled to create a
Kaleidoscope of soul
A patchwork of many
Places and adventures
As we moved many times
I am a composite of Midwestern roots and accents
Giving sustenance to my many roles
As daughter, sister, friend, wife,
Teacher, friend, colleague, healer, poet, writer
I grayed young
The silver threads have bound
The quilt of my life
And kept people’s gaze
Off my hips and thighs
And kept the attention
Of my many international students
Who valued my wisdom
Though I was just a young woman
Who knew the English Language
I am retired now and feel
I lovingly earned every gray hair
I have many scars
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The Girl in The Pictures – Sally
You will be captivated by her words and pictures, the girl in the pictures is so very sweet
This is a poem I wrote, which depicts the essence of growing up. Enjoy!!!
Looking through the pages,
Of past memories,
Turning them slowly,
With no reason to haste.
By reaching till the middle,
I sure had found,
That the girl in the pictures,
Was no more around.
The laughing the chatting,
That she used to do,
Was lost in the pages,
In times to be true.
The same way she was lost,
Like a drop in the ocean.
The same way she was out of sight,
Like a cheetah in motion.
She was far back in time ,
Where no one could be.
She was so invisible ,
Who no one could see.
She slipped through time,
Like the sand in my hands,
I could touch her no more,
The reason being she was gone.
The little darling was lost,
For ever and ever,
Never to be found,
For…
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THE REAL ME – Shreya
Read Shreya’s the Real girl – she’s beautiful
Is a cursory glance enough,
I wonder,
To get to know and understand,
A stubborn mind,
And a caring heart,
Striving for perfection,
Making sure of a headstart.
A lover of art and music,
Library my second home,
Whiling away my time is it?
With books, paints and songs.
Grab the next opportunity,
Pick the perfect teatime,
And you are all set,
To know the REAL ME.
Share Your Poem – MamaSquirrel
Read this endearing poem from Mama Squirrel at Nut House Central, she got it all right
Go Dog Go Cafe is prompting for a poem to introduce yourself. Encouraging it. I’m not going to say it right lol, so here goes.
I’ll reach my hand to take hold of yours,
Firm and solid so you know I’m strong-
I will smile and probably hug you too,
For a loving touch helps me feel I belong-
I’m not rich in money,
No fancy house here-
Take what you need,
Materials are not the slave to which I steer-
I am the survivor of things you’ll never see coming,
Understanding of things I should not be-
Your diary and helper,
This is an intro to me.
Scattered and broken,
Loving and smart-
Forgiven with grace,
On my sleeve lies my heart-
A mom always wondering if I’m doing it right,
A provider of others to love on as well-
A disciple of Jesus,
Anxiety and worry is where…
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My Zealous Heart – Kristian
Read about The Sagittarian Zeal from Kristian
Tales from the mind of Kristian
At my most basic self,
I have a zealousheart.
I always set out to do things right,
from the very start.
If a job is worth the doing
it’s worth doing well,
That’s what I always try to do
I hope it’s something you can tell.
A zealous heart truly is
a dreadful pain, you know?
I find it hard to simply let it be,
It has to be ‘just so’.
That’s the case for everything,
but more importantly
above all things, I have to have
the perfect cup of tea.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/August/2018
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/19/zealous/
https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2018/08/19/heart/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/19/your-daily-word-prompt-basic-august-19th-2018/