kathleen-d-weibe
American
(1969-present) I love poetry, and reading many of the "Great's" of all time. I have passion for the darker side like E.A. Poe, and Kerouac. But on the other hand I love the softer but strong side of life of Maya Angelou. One leson I have learned in life "is no matter what mood you may be in depressed, sappy, happy, bubbly, upset, or just in love there is always a poem to suit your mood"
Staring down looking at the lines on an empty page
not sure what exactly to write about
love, hate, fun times, or just flat out rage
Should I say to hell with a sappy love theme
or reality that comes to us all
or maybe write about what happened in a dream?
No tears of sadness written here or jotted down
no leaping for joy for I found my lives true love
neither will be etched of a hint of a frown.
No signs of a ***** trap or locked in a cage
troublesome times not found here either
just blank stairs down at an empty page.
The canvas is blank as it can be
for what I choose to write or not
I know it's all up to me.
So a story is where I begin growing old with age
maybe in a later time or in the future
as I begin to tell my tale on an empty page.
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
Alone once again on the Lovers Bridge in Cheshire, Mass. Looking down some 30 ft above a small narrow stream. Remembering the time my love and I holding hands sitting on the old bridge. He carved our names at the 15th tie. Looking at it as the weather and time nearly worn it away. This is where my love had proposed to my heart as we were on a path to live for one another. I said yes with tears in my eyes my soul leaping for joy. The old bridge barley stands today, but the day he was taken from me; I never returned to old lovers bridge that he had named. It wasn't till years and years later when I gathered the strength and courage to walk those lonely steps with out him by my side holding my hand. I sat in the same spot the day he asked me that meaningful question. I heard his tone, and saw his handsome face in my head smiling at me. He was so nervous he almost dropped the ring. I can not forget the times we had picnics on the old bridge laughing and just being ourselves. Today I wonder if he knew how much I loved him and wished he didn't have to leave. In my hand I held the ring that he nearly dropped some 20 years earlier. With a kiss and my prayer to him hoping God kept him safe. dropped the ring and walked those lonely steps across lovers bridge that he named.
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 7:35 PM UTC
Taking a break from this so-call life of transition
in a few months time I saw horror as I reflected
back to earlier times of my younger years
Pain and happiness does not blend so well
neither does emptiness and careless bliss
displacement and discouragement comes hand in hand
To top things off I was in the middle of all this chaos
not knowing where to go or not knowing what to do
then till came a friend out of the darkness
Helping me to cast off the demons to show a brighter light
oh where have the good times gone?
why do we live such miserable lives?
Thinking of the future and how much better it will become
wishing and hoping that it all comes true
then once and for all I can breathe again
To be finally out of this transitional life
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 9:30 PM UTC
Sitting here thinking of you and what could be
a million thoughts zoom inside of my mind
in the darkness sipping on green tea
Wishing and hoping i could bring meaning to your life
and there is only the two of us
hoping that this would be over what i call strife
So, sitting here alone enjoying the spring breeze
for i cant get you out of my head
on the porch sipping on green tea
The very thought of lovers walking,
holding hands, and making love in the grass
in my dreams wishing it was us
Together one day it may be you and me
sitting in this very spot
sipping on green tea.
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 9:15 PM UTC
Places within my heart has you plastered on it's wall
the sound of your voice
the touch of your hand
the softness of your kiss
the warmth of your embrace
How it became so easy in love with you I did fall
The man who has tamed this youthful heart of mine
made me love only one
made me loyal
made me devoted
made desire you
you and me is a perfect painted picture when were intertwine
When the moment comes when my heart will beat its last
my dreams
my secrets
my desires
my fanticies
My heart that you have captured I will share with no other till I past
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 9:34 AM UTC
I drove from I-95 over to I-90/94
Yes you can say I put the metal to the floor
Drove all day and into the night
Guess I was going to fast now smokey is in sight
He stopped me and laid on me one hefty fine
He said slow down and be safe wow! he was kind
Went back to the driver seat to color in my log
Rolling down the highway pretending to be a big dog
Have a hot hot load and no time to spare
Running my face on the CB acting like i have something to share
All ready 3200 miles into this trip
Just hoping and praying that I just don't quit
Oh lord the chicken coop is open and pulling me around back
Lucky me Mr. DOT man letting me know I have a missing stack
Shut down of course till the repair guy fixes my truck
Have to call the company now just to pass a buck
Down too many hours wore out and beat
What can go wrong? have a broken air-ride seat
No border patrol or radio stations here in Montana
Have only one Cd why on earth did it have to be Santana?
Jamming to the only tunes, my truck doing all bit of 68
Driving illeagle to get there and cant remember the last time I ate
I'm in desparate need of real hot shower but I'm almost at the receiver
Stopping in to get some fuel, Just my luck got bit by a golden retriever
This has been a trip from hell no doubt about that
What else can go wrong? what that sound to notice I have a flat
I'll limp the rest of the way have 10 mins. to get check in
After I get unloaded and the tired fixed I"ll do it all over again.
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:48 AM UTC
Yes It is I the Notorious Break Down Queen
Been to every big city and every hick town in between
Broken down more times than a little bit
All I do is hurry up and wait but most of time is just sit
Waiting in the shop to get my truck repair
Must have open Pandora's Box. does anyone care?
clutch rod bent, steering rack and pinion went to crap
stuck in a truck that's a rolling death trap
Finally I get rolling thinking this must be a curse I'm under
Good God what that sound? My engine sounds like thunder
The Truck God's are against me I just know it
I'm so mad right now I could just spit
Injectors one through five and the turbo just blew
oil and fuel all over the hood and wind shield resembling something like glue
four days in the shop in San Larenzo California
3600 dollars later repair guy say "hers a nice little bill for ya"
Not long after the breaks got hot and the air chambers took a dump
must have had happened when I ignored that **** speed bump
now what all the indicator light just came on and my oil is low
maybe I should set fire to it and watch it burn slow
this is perfect I'm just in the nick of time
get into Gallup N.M hit the nearest bar and order a corona with a lime
My truck is fixed and I'm ready to roll
I just pray when I back out I don't hit a poll
In Arkansas In a town of population 12 and one **** dog
Hung up on the rail road tracks due to the heavy fog
Two cranes later they send me on my way
a rock hit my wind shield I guess in Chicago I'll stay
Sick and tired of the hotels motels and shops
trailer lights are out get escorted by the Indianapolis city cops
Broke down again and not a penny to my name
have a water leak which I cannot tame
Held captive against my will in Atlanta for I am pleading
only for them to tell me i have a low voltage reading
will it ever come to an end I will never freaking know
almost in Minersville, PA plowed in by 9 inches of snow
A mixture of all the minor and major stuff
This makes my job that more tough
the little fixes and the big repairs in between
Now you know how I got my name the
Notorious Breakdown Queen.
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:47 AM UTC
He sits alone on a bar stool
sipping on a drink in a filthy place
songs over played of love and hurt
Next to him is an old man
telling stories of forgotten times
and past loves and a short skirt
For he cant seem to get her out of his mind
he roams his fingers in his hair
drowns himself in whiskey and beer
The fowl stench of perfume fills the air
looks around to see if she stepped in
repeated words where did we go wrong my dear?
Her voice whispers in his head
everything he sees reminds him of her
even the softness of her touch
Favorite past times are just a memory
another lost soul in a dingy place like this
telling himself he needs her so much
How did we end up like this he asks himself
looks at a woman with flowing brown hair
for a split second he thought it was her
A smile came and gone so quickly
holding a single rose
ordering another bottle of liqueur
Holding a picture just to take another glance
says a prayer for his only love
as he sits alone sipping on his drink.
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:46 AM UTC
Careless and reckless
the more you became
you are still you
but not the same
No regards for others
no sympathy or care
yet you wonder why
no one is ever there
You become cruel
and truly that's a shame
pushed everyone away
only have yourself to blame
Tried to help you to be there
all you did was work against me
my friend have no time
for your games don't you see
It's all or nothing this is your choice
run and hide or step to the plate
or this game you play
can end in stale mate
Rid of these hateful acts
it's just a false wall
let your true self shine
and let the persona fall
I can help you and be your friend
but to be honest and fair
you have to make the first move
if you want me to be there
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:45 AM UTC
She will drink more than she should again
get a little wasted
get a little crazy
even have a one night stand
tomorrow will be another day
but she really doesn't care
she is a groupie
for a fallen heavy metal band
who knows what will become of little miss
strung out on drugs
having no self respect or self control
she has become every mans *****
what she will do for a good time
is what the guys say
her eyes are black, arms full of holes
she'll be asking and begging for some more
little miss who had a dream
of making it big on the silver screen
she wanted to be a star
only to be a guys favorite lay
they feed her hungry appitite
of *** and drugs
they pawn her off to strange men
this is the price she will have to pay
years go by she looks and reflects
in the mirror there was a beautiful girl
now only to see a wasteland of a temple
a woman half way in the grave
perfect young teen who had it made
she had parents who gave her the world
had her friends who wasn't so good
it all began when they took her to a rave.
Nov 17, 2009
Nov 17, 2009 at 8:45 AM UTC