Out in the Rain

Some days it rains
In a unpredictable way
During those days
I watched the downpour from inside
But I was soaked
With all of my limitations
But not today,
I will not remain indifferent
Into the storm
I go, my eyes looking forward
I am still soaked
But by rain water, not by tears

 

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Something out of View

I thought I saw something
Glinting in the sunlight
Like an unearthed diamond
Laying there just for me

I thought I saw something
A shadowy figure
Its eyes seeing the fear
Simmering in my heart

I thought I saw someone
A familiar face
I longed to see again
Driving their car past me

But things I thought I saw
Out the edge of my sight
Were not there when I looked
But had they ever been there

Or only in my mind?

-1/21/12- Award from the Poetry Palace

Colorful feathers

If I look inside your soul

is there color too?

I nominate: iBeingMe

Thanks

If we were to never give thanks

In our hearts or out loud

We would consume to fill a void

That’s never satisfied

There would be no capacity

Inside our hearts to give

As we only care to receive

But not appreciate

In this state of ungratefulness

There would be little joy

In being, in doing, and life

As it losses value

With thanks, existence blooms open

To be all that it can

With a thankful heart what you have

Isn’t such a burden.

Of course, Thanksgiving inspired this poem as I was reflecting on the holiday and what it means.  I want to wish all of those celebrating the holiday a Happy Thanksgiving.  Also I appreciate your comments and constructive criticism.

A Broken Zipper

Oh how the day was long and hard

Just now had I time to reflect

As I returned inside my home

Away from those autumn breezes

I dropped my bag beside my desk

and went to  the nearby closet

I pulled on my jacket's zipper

Only to have it jam and stop

Getting hotter, already tired

I threw a fit on my zipper

Grumbling my full contempt

Under my breath to no one else

I moved it up, I moved it down

Never the less it moved no more

Than past an inch down from the top

Leaving me jailed, in my jacket

I stared at my zipper, still stuck

But the rage was easing away

I stared and stared and stared some more

Until with my two hands I reached

To the bottom of my jacket

And pulled it off over my head

Oh what a fuss over nothing

Fur, Feathers,and Shells

Fur, Feathers, and Shells

by: Mandy Calvin

What if the world became a zoo,

A place were one could just observe

The different types of people and

The secret thoughts that they reserve

The feathered birds that strut about

Might not spend their whole day to preen

If it was not for their conceit

That demands that they be clean

The shy turtles that spend their days

Inside the hollows of their shells

May for a time poke out their head

And look around to sniff the smells

The bear, mighty and strong with claws

Able to rip their prey to shreds

Is there a softer side to them

As cubs frolic in river beds

Search past the fur, feathers, and shells

And find things that we never knew

But every thing cannot be seen

Still if the world became a zoo

This is my 50th post and I want to take a moment to thank everyone who has commented and supported me in writing this blog.  This is quite a milestone for me, and I am pretty sure that I'll be passing many more in the future,  but I'm very proud of how far this blog has come since it began.  So again thank you all for your love and support, it's helped motivate me as blogger, a writer, and a person.

Throwing Away Heart

There is some trouble in the near distance

The assault can be seen coming your way

Eyes are searching for the guilty to blame

Feeling the shame, you deny it away

There have been many mistakes on your part

But the things done are not so worrisome

As admitting it to yourself or others

You rather degrade another to scum

When they aren’t enough you use you own self

The fire of self-deceit grows within

And starts feverishly consuming you

Using who you are to cover its skin

It takes your slightest flaws and grows them tall

And they become martyrs of your failure

You hold yourself liable for nothing

Because you can’t help your human nature

As you stoop lower for any excuse

You start to do what you aimed to avoid

The justifications start to become truths

And confidence crumbles and is destroyed

Troubles on my heart
Erodoing the place they sit
My chest tears apart

I nominate Ector Ward

Demons and Dandelions

Superstition says that a shooting star
Grants those who see it blaze across the sky
Any kind of wish their heart requests
Without a question as to how or why
By putting a penny in a fountain
You can be destined to find your true love
Blowing the fuzz off a dandelion
Your wish of wealth can fit like a glove
We know that tossing a coin or wanting
Won’t magically bring us what we wish
However we crave or how loud we shout
We must move to arrive at the finish
And the finish is whatever we aim for
Rely not on dandelions and stars
As they’re nothing more than symbols of hope
But let's start with ourselves to gain what's ours

What is perfection?

Is it other's opinion

or your own judgment?

I nominate ... PhotoDiction

The Living Fight

A small child struggles to take his first steps

Hoping that someday he can run

A farmer fights to harvest his own crops

To make ends meet and do his job

Scholars fight to only scratch the surface

Of an answer for a question

We fight everyday for our own purpose

As time never stops, so must we

Why do we do what we do? Is it will,

Dreams, ambition, greed, love, or hope

That leads us over a difficult hill

And over again and again?

Yes, but it is not the same for us all

We all live for different reasons

To help us up for when we fall.

By: Mandy Calvin

Happy Memorial Day.  My respect goes to those who have fought for America, thank you.



Hushing the World

Hushing the World

Buzz, fizzle, pop, zing, and jingle

The world can't keep still a single

Moment  in our very busy

Life and it's driving me crazy

I'm teetering on my tight rope

And survival has little hope

But the crowd below screams nonesense

Which gives me even more suspense.

I start to turn red in the face

And worry that I'll lose my grace

And fall so I shout "be quiet!"

But they go on with their riot

I calmed myself and closed my eyes

And in myself, to my surprise

I found a calm,  peaceful silence

Separate from the noisy violence

Calm, empty, quiet, and silent

Problems are smaller than an ant

By: Mandy Calvin

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you my dear readers!  I have a little gift, an animated poem, for your entertaining pleasure.  It's a Christmas poem so, if you already haven't, it'll get your holiday spirits rolling.  I probably won't write a post before New Years, so an early Happy New Years to you also. 

Blind Spot

If I was to stand over here

And if you was to stand just over there

I would see you clear as daylight

And I too would be in your sight

We would see each others faces

And calmly exchanging gazes

We might see pain, joy, spite, or lies

Given by a look in our eyes

But if a dot were on my face

I wouldn’t feel a bit out of place

I would walk about unknowing

Until someone were to show me

A mirror would show me my body

But will the image be foggy?

Could I look into my own eyes

And see the pain, joy, spite, or lies?

My Piece of the World

I am one single person

Who lives in a city

One of billions on Earth

Making me itty bitty

I don't even make a percent

In the population

I won't be a spot on a map

At any location

What is it to be somebody?

or a celebrity

People love then hate me until

I'm an old memory

The prize of public opinion

Is just unfulfilling

I'd rather be happy of things

Like a person smiling

I would like to change the world

So it's a kinder place

I'm too small, but I'll hold my piece

with a loving embrace

In my little piece of the world

I help my family

And support those I care about

In any catastrophe.

By Mandy Calvin

As a child

Standing in a place I had once knew
A place that still held picture in my mind
But from my childhood before I grew

All things stood in their proper places
But my memories are in black and white
And the present wears colorful faces

As a child I perceived things so simple
I had no memories to relate to
And I only saw the good in people

I can't judge on my old thoughts and feelings
I have grown and given things new meanings.

~MC


I've been trying various poem forms and this is my first hand at using three lined stanzas ABA style with a couplet at the end. Also I tried using 10 syllable lines. I recently read the poem Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost, which is what inspire me to try this new form. It's a really nice poem, using colorful imagery.

Epiphany

Epiphany

I pray so hard for an epiphany
so I can get out of my sorrow
I want to live life more blissfully
and constantly wish for tommorow

Life is like a big ocean
slamming me onto the shore
causing such a terrible motion
and chilling me to the core

Just to have a vacation
from all my despair
Would be a sensation
to have it all out of my hair

So to have an epiphany
would open a door
it wouldn't be phoney
it would be much more

~by MC

The Hat That Made her Hair go Flat

There once was a girl who had a hat
she loved that hat indeed,
but sadly that hat made her hat go flat
and she was in a pickle indeed.

The hat was as perfect as perfect could be
it matched her whole outfit
and all her accessories
yet the hat just wouldn't fit.

In her plight, she was in dismay
then her mother came to say that
she was pretty in every way
Whether or not she wore a hat.



(OK here's my hand at a rhyming poem. I'm not much of a poet, but it was fun making it)