It is amazing how inventive people are. I wish I had permission to share some of the works that I encountered in the workshop, but alas you'll have to accept my work as a substitute.
I hope that you take the time to pick up the pen this week and give it a go, because I found that working on poetry can be a nice way to break writers block: Who knew, right?
Anyway, here's a couple of pieces: You can laugh, its okay:
after closing the door, her doctor spoke,
she’s witnessing things, like little blue men.
he grinned again, like it was an inside joke.
well, what do you mean? I picked up my pen.
she sees the tele, it is watching her.
and those cameras, on the street corners
secretly recording her. Oh the horror,
to be so paranoid, as my poor mother.
but, she’ll be just fine, he assured me then
one red pill, only a few shocks –here and there.
that’s just when, Orwell’s book, my reality awakened.
Poke –mom hurry up, watch your step, welcome to Conair
I’d figured it out, –now I knew: her doctor, well mine too,
are little blue men: my that’s delectable dry-wall –crunch.
The thoughts, of those in charge of me, were often prejudiced
they were foes, adversaries and unenlightened, down right injurious
they taught me, skin color mattered, before I knew the difference
color crayons, Elmer’s glue, pay attention when I talk to you
speaking without thinking, the knowledge parted disastrous
memorize this, memorize that, promising none of it as poisonous
perfect score on the ACT, grade point average, avoid the name Jesus
switching classes, I think he likes you, bells ringing, lockers rule
continue on, at least four years more, or you’ll be quite oppressed
never mind the fees, it will all work out, let the debt grow monstrous
fill out this form, get a good GPA, we’ll cure you of your ignorance
lectures galore, your papers are due, switching majors is definitely cool
no propaganda here, your professor’s guaranteed, none of it is worthless
preaching diversity, contradictory, undeniably horrendous
no opinion allowed, just go with the crowd, avoid the name Jesus
certificate in hand, proud parents attend, out the door you fool
exit the interview, can’t hire you now, thanks to the market collapse
cruel reality, experience mandatory, any networking influence?
over qualified, but we’ll take you, don’t worry, don’t be stressed
flipping burgers, collecting the trash, student debts overdue
two weeks off, slave till you die, the cycle never ends
pay your taxes, student loans, health care, and for welfare while you’re at it
keep up with the Jones’s, be kind to your neighbor, avoid the name Jesus
credit denied, live in a box, go now children, repeat the process.
the thoughts of those, in charge of us, are really quite prejudiced
they are foes, adversaries and unenlightened, down right injurious
they teach people that, thinkers like me are: isolationists, dangerous.
it’s really ruthless, discriminatory, predatory teaching, at its best.
I do believe that a mortician is something akin to a backward magician. In goes the lance out comes the guts; presto, abracadabra, illusion or bust. This backward magician crams his rabbits into caskets and his hocus pocus delves into cosmetics. A little rouge here, and a little magic dust there, waving his wand and fixing the hare. This backward magician has a show to put on, a deception, a delusion, hallucination of a loved one. And whether it’s appropriate to say, they share the one and same cliché: “The show must go on, the crowd must be pleased. Did you remember the flowers? Good, place `em next to the alters.”
hese professions are so similar, it’s really taunting me. The only difference I see today, is the way the rabbits are carried away: One goes home to rest in bed, laughs and jokes, his humor well fed. The other is making a grand escape, chains unshackled, to never re-wake. I do believe that a mortician is something akin to a, God forsaken, backward magician. But where does this leave us, I’m asking you: do you pull out the rabbit, or cook the stew?
~by LuAnne Turnage
I sure would love for you to comment and share one of your pieces ~ Have a great week.