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May 17, 2009

These Panties (What I Overheard Riding the Bus) * Villanelle

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She leans forward on the blue plastic seat
Her voice is shrill with excitement
“On a deal that can’t be beat,
I’ll be a little behind on this month’s rent”

Her voice is shrill with excitement
“The bottle is half full on the perfume I bought today
I’ll be a little behind on this month’s rent
It didn’t cost much ‘cuz Red stole it from a store display!”

“The bottle is half full on the perfume I bought today
It smell good (psst, psst) don’t ya think?
It didn’t cost much ‘cuz Red stole it from a store display!
I got somethin’ sexy if ya like the color pink…”

“It smell good (psst, psst) don’t ya think?
This panty set is two different sizes but I’ll make it fit
I got somethin’ sexy if ya like the color pink..
I’ll look good, you gotta admit”

“This panty set is two different sizes but I’ll make it fit
Look at this lace, how good this bra is made
I’ll look good you gotta admit
The thong is cute even if it is a lil frayed”

“Look at this lace, how good this bra is made
Oooh this bus is hot, I could strip right here
The thong is cute even if it is a lil frayed
Wonder how somethin’ so small will fit my rear!”

“If Red keeps this up he’ll be doing time
She leans forward on the blue plastic seat
Can’t pay no bail, for I spent ev’ry dime
On a deal that can’t be beat.”

Lynn Mari, ©2007

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April 24, 2009

Conduits of Dark and of Light: A Terzanelle

Filed under: Poems of Earthbound Spirits — by graceofwynn @ 6:20 pm
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Dangerous currents run between you and I
Conduits of dark and of light
We are arrows of lightning that pierce the sky

A bruised heart cannot lie
An erratic beat reveals its desperate plight
Dangerous currents run between you and I

Frayed wires of bone and flesh multiply
Sparks within secret places ignite
We are arrows of lightning that pierce the sky

Tears linger in the eye
Rage has blinded the vision at first sight
Dangerous currents run between you and I

Surrender–you scream, I cry
Clouds turn black, and tremble in heavenly height
We are arrows of lightning that pierce the sky

A love destined to die
Struggling against a force of greater might
Dangerous currents run between you and I
We are arrows of lightning that pierce the sky.

Lynn Mari, ⓒ 2009.

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I would love for Lisa Loeb to put this poem to music…

Is that better?? Or would you prefer ska???

April 9, 2009

Daybreak: A Poem

Filed under: Poems of a World Unseen — by graceofwynn @ 5:31 pm
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Run to the edge of the night sky
Pull its starry cloak away
Shimmering, Daybreak emerges.

Golden locks fall at her feet
Barefoot, she sweeps across the sky
Shy, she steps into the dawn.

Below her throne the world awaits
For darkness to ebb away
Shimmering, Daybreak emerges
Shy, she steps into the dawn.

Lynn Mari, © 2008.

Note: An experimental poem. This is something that came to me as I was waking up…

The first stanzas have a syllable pattern of 8,7,8 on the three lines. The second stanza is 7,8,7 on the three lines. And the last is 8,7,8,7 with a repetition of the last lines in the first and second stanzas.

“DaybreaK” by Maxfield Parrish (one of my favorite artists) is regarded as one of the most popular paintings of the 20th century. It depicts two girls resting in a mythical temple, with the sun shining on them. The rich hues of gold, pink and orange are unforgettable.
View this beautiful painting here: http://www.webwinds.com/thalassa/museprime.htm#Daybreak

March 30, 2009

At the Club! (A Villanelle)

Stop in, say “hello”
For fun 100 percent
The SOS Club is the place to go!
 
In life there is no guarantee of happiness
Dance ‘til your heart is content
At SOS, relieve stress!
 
Meet a friendly face—Ken, Harvey or Joe
Welcome all, smiles are freely spent
The SOS Club is the place to go!
 
Don a dapper hat or fancy dress
High steppin’ like a sergeant
At SOS, relieve stress!
 
Stop in, say “hello”
For live music, AA or special event
The SOS Club is the place to go!
 
Learn to line dance, do-si-do
For friendship and great entertainment
Stop in, say “hello”
The SOS Club is the place to go!

Lynn Mari, © 2008.

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March 12, 2009

(We reflected on life in general) Found Poem by Lilian Mustelier

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Found Poem By: Lynn Mari, 2004
And the Moral of the Story is…One Person at a Time,page 164. Author: Lilian Mustelier.

(We reflected on life in general)

How we come here
to do something and sometimes
it takes so long to realize that.

How we are a little speck of the Universe
and how everything we do affects
someone or something else in the big picture.

How the Universe is connected.
How we are all equally important
and only if we dismiss ego, can we
take our rightful place
in the manner in which it was intended.

How we need good and evil both
to draw a balance.
How we live in a very exciting time,
being able to witness what we pray for.
“Let your will be done in heaven as it is on earth.”

Granted, many don’t understand what that means,
and with so much negativity in the world,
the things we are fed by some Supermarket papers.

The end of the world…DOOMSDAY…
It is surprising that anyone tries
to do anything good and decent.

Why pay bills,
Why get a job
Why anything…
These are just signs
of the times…

Being told something is one thing.
Comprehending is another.
Acting is a third
So it does take some of us longer
to understand.

_____________
Love Ya Lil! You are like a calico scarf, of so many dimension and colors woven into one beautiful design.

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February 24, 2009

Could It Have Been?

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It should have been
the happiest day of your life–
Instead, silence
Wondering,
Could it have been happier?

Congratulations, a gripping embrace
A Niagara of champagne falls
Cheers all around
Your mouth crumples
A moon eclipsed
By uncertain celebration.

A gentle tug against your shoulder
You turn, (that signature half shrug)
Called to dance with the memories
Of before it all went wrong.

Remembering….
A familiar tune played
By fingers that slid across
The coincedence of bone and flesh
Eliciting laughter
Between breathless exclamations.

It should have been
The happiest day of your life–
Instead, silence
Buffered by newly formed scars
Forming pink valleys
Of dark desperation
And lonely terrain.

A frantic escape
From hollow applause
Tear filled eyes recognize
The invisible that matters.

The scent of seared flesh lingers
Creating trails
Through starry horizons
And the slumbering lands inbetween.

Perhaps, we meet once again…
One heart turning a key,
Another heart opening.

Lynn Mari, © 2009

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January 29, 2009

Naked Ambition (Senryu)

Filed under: Poems of Scattered Seeds — by graceofwynn @ 6:55 pm

poetry senryu

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Naked ambition
Between your body and mine
Framed in soft kisses.

Lynn Mari © 2009.

January 23, 2009

Birthed from an Ocean of Tears

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On A Sandy Shore

A small shell, curled around its fears
washed upon an unknown shore
birthed from an ocean of tears.

Darkened sea swallows what existed before
broken bones and sand form a small shell
washed upon an unknown shore.

Hardened outer layer, protects well
a gentle heart tossed by violent tides
broken bones and sand form a small shell.

Shelter a gentle hand provides
carried from unknown shore, to new home
a gentle heart tossed by violent tides.

No longer alone
a small shell, curled around its fears
carried from unknown shore, to new home
birthed from an ocean of tears.

Lynn Mari, © 2009.

December 2, 2008

Sista to Sista: A Conversation

“Girl, I always get involved
With them cheatin’ mens
They be tellin’ so many lies
That they wouldn’t know truth
If she was stalkin’ the streets
With a shotgun, ready to pop
I’m cool…
It ain’t happenin’ no more.”

“Naw, you tell ‘im
I’m not gonna call you
I’m not gonna bother you
I’m gonna hold my tongue
For a man who wants to
Feel the warmth of my mouth
On his neck
A man who won’t be lookin’
Left or right
‘Cuz there’s only one way
To my heart.”

“Yea, you right–
He ain’t man enough for
A woman like me
I’m a feisty woman
A very independant female
I ain’t gonna wait on no man
Stop hollerin’
I’m pullin’ up weeds
Can you handle me?”

– Lynn Mari, ⓒ 2008.

Found Poetry is poetry made out of things not meant to be poetry (recipes, conversations, articles, etc). “Sista to Sista” is a poem taken from a conversation, grin, literally sista to sista! This is also based on “Lies and Other Tall Tales” by Zora Neale Hurston, a book that recaptures the folk tradition of telling lies as a form of story telling.

October 23, 2008

Your Love is What I Live For

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I have come undone
Huddled next to pay phone
Praying into buzzing dial tone
Lord, take me in–Shelter
Stand at the right hand of the needy one

Close my eyes
Meditate, Pray
Life flows from Your word
And I know it will be okay

Tears sting
Broken, All is wrong
Hold me, Make me strong
Take me in– Shelter
In the shadow of your wing

Your love is what I live for
Weary from the fight
Your love is what I live for
When hope is but a distant shore
Your love is what I live for
In darkness,
Light dawns for the upright

Shunned, only You heard my plea
They almost wiped me from the earth
Lord, you saved me–new birth
You have set my heart free

Close my eyes
Meditate, Pray
Life flows from your word
And I know it will be okay

A better path I seek
Trembling, Your arm steers me
You give strength to the weary
And increase the power of the weak

Close my eyes
Meditate, Pray
Life flows from Your word
And I know it will be okay

Your love is what I live for
Weary from the fight
Your love is what I live for
When hope is but a distant shore
Your love is what I live for
In darkness,
Light dawns for the upright

There is nothing to fear
Burst into songs of joy together
Holy One, Savior, Redeemer
Has broken ev’ry chain and tether
My heart and flesh cry
Lord draw me near

Tears sting
Broken, all is wrong
Hold me, make me strong
Take me in– Shelter
In the shadow of Your wing

Your live is what I live for
Weary from the fight
Your love is what I live for
When hope is but a distant shore
Your love is what I live for
In darkness,
Light dawns for the upright

Your love is what I live for.

Lynn Mari, ⓒ 2008.

Thank you, Jesus <3

Note:
Inspired by a Stacy Orrico song “Maybe I Won’t Look Back”, and by verse from Scripture that are included throughout this piece.

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