Jax’s adventures in Poems

I love writing whether it’s for lists, poems, stories, drafts, form filling, online courses you name it, I love the actual physical act of writing them. I’ve always been a storyteller from as far back as I can remember. As a child, the eldest of five children, I used to make up bedtime stories for my siblings, scary ones of course, each night I always told a part leaving my siblings  in suspense. Now I do the same for my grandchildren, they choose the topic include a hero and a meany and I weave the story. Love it.

Over the years I’ve written travel articles, help articles, been shortlisted for the Fish prize, won competitions and  have been accepted for several anthologies, some of my poetry has been accepted for publication in the magazine Art Ascent, been part of the NaNoWriMo challenge and completed a draft novel, which has yet to be published. My latest project is an anthology on Galicia, a collection of short stories, travel articles and poems. It will be published in time for Christmas.

This marathon is a fantastic opportunity to complete a series of poems. I am going to write and post 12 poems using different styles and with the theme ‘Storm’. After the marathon I will have a small stock hopefully good enough for publication or to be read for personal pleasure.

Waiting

I’ve been like an obedient dog
Waiting for attention
Begging for affection
throw me a little treat
And I’ll rub your feet
Come and go as you wish
and when you come back
You will find your favorite dish
Loving you
Endlessly
Obediently
There’s something crazy about my mind
Running to the door at the first sight of you
Excited butterflies flutter inside
Can’t control my joy
Kiss my forehead
But hope I don’t annoy
Hugging
Rubbing
Loving you
After 5 minutes your saying shoo
I come back a little saddened
Watching you play madden
I hoped you missed me too
But I guess I’m just here for you
Call me if you need me
You know that I’ll be waiting
You leave
Come back tomorrow
And you leave me with this sorrow

Lost in your eyes (Literally)

Pretty sure a map would solve this,

The indescribable fear of being lost in you

Pretty sure the map would lead me

Out of your eyes and into the blue

Oh wait those are still your eyes.

Pretty sure I’m lost forever

Pretty sure I used to be clever

Or perhaps I’m just full of lies.

We spent hours together,

On planes and in cars

We spent hours just pondering

What would become of us, of ours

And we wasted time

We wasted time just trying to be cool

We ended up looking like one giant fool

The world didn’t bend the way we built it

Perhaps that says something

Our world didn’t end even though we killed it.

Perhaps that will cause a response to ring

But I kind of don’t care now

I’m still lost, I though I was out

Before I could figure out how

Before my celebratory shout,

I realized that I was still lost in you eye.

The white part now.

It’s Me!

Silently Living in this world,
Trying to make others understand my love.
The harsh reality of world makes me obstinate,
No one can understand me,
So I am left alone in emptiness.

Its true for me, the world is cheap
I’ve said it and I will repeat.
This world does not worth a girl like me
Because I am staunch and fear free.

Free a word this world cannot behold,
Because it is always told-
“Be what we want you to,
Not something you want you to”,
“You’ll be happy if you follow our dictates,
Otherwise we’ll make your life just a waste”.

But this cannot happen,
As it’s my life, my choice, and I’ll make it happen.

So I say this world is not for me,
I am different and I shall forever be.

Still I won’t leave this world
I will chase it to entity and make myself immortal

If anyone ever dares to come in my way,
I’ll destroy it: So better keep distance  and stay Away!

I will always do as I feel,
Because it’s not you, not others, ITS ME!

 

SLEEP

Drown  down the voices …

Along with your fears

dance with the demons…

and swallow your tears

To Silence your screams …

Must Go back to sleep ..

Awake from your dreams …

The nightmare repeats…

Listen closely they are calling your name ..

Whispering softly …

Do you want to play …

Oh this never-ending dream..

Is always haunting me …

Slowly driving me insane ..

Don’t let this be in vain..

Listen closely they are calling your name ..

Whispering softly …

Do you want to play …

This game so called life …

That will tear you apart…

 

1 COME QUICKLY, TOMORROW

Yes, a past was obliterated at the blink of an eye

It’s gone and all we have to do is move on to a happier tomorrow.

Sadly, I cannot do anything about it.

Even with concerted effort or help from others,

what He would like to happen, will happen.

Whether we like it or not, whether we have a say or not, it will happen.

IT HAPPENED.

Finger-pointing will not eradicate the blatant fact, it’s all done.

A sad sign, a sad thought, a sad smile, that’s all that I can do for now.

My only consolation is – someone is happy, blissfully happy.

so, come quickly Tomorrow.

Morning lament

I keep four in my wallet all the time
In case my head hurts when I’m trying to rhyme

So here I walk trying to be creative
And form clever words that people find relative

And that familiar ache is creeping in
That reminds me of beer soaked Friday night sin

I’ll dial it back next time and have some restraint
So that perhaps I can avoid this Saturday morning complaint

How I hope there’s a corner store near
So I can toss back a Goodys and maybe chase it with a beer.

Not Listening

My words are loud

My silence louder

My tears loudest

Silence

Filled

The air

All alone

Back and Forth

Suddenly

You were gone too

The world was loud

The people louder

The pain loudest

We’re different

Yet the same

Drowned out

By hustle and bustle

Conversation was loud

Words empty

Hearts emptier

I cried for help

You cried for help

My thoughts drowned me

You were sinking too

Help me

But not a soul

Was listening.

Path

A trodden bit of earth

Leading me to places unknown

Traveled enough times

To be pressed down and worn

 

Aware of my solidarity

I journey forward

It beckons me to take the next corner

Go deeper into places beyond

 

I continue- following, following

It is apparent that others have passed

Creating this walkway one step at a time

Experiencing the same

 

But I must go alone

10AM #2

We are back

us crazy writers

The invitation extended

first thought of course

I can do that

I can do better this year

I’ll plan better

nutritious snacks

not junk food

I’ll rest up before ( we all know how that worked…too excited to rest)

None of this works

24 hours is a long time

to be awake and functioning

Count me in.