ladyofthepantomime - Hello Poetry

A Woman of Many Words I am a Woman of Many Words I am drawn to all those places That words congregate: Libraries and bookstores Road signs and billboards Ticket stubs and subtitles Nametags and license plates Each one a journey driving inside me I am a Woman of Many Words I love the way the shapes feel in my mouth The skittle taste of syllables I am drawn to especially long words With their phonetic entities stretching out like tentacles to reach new corners of pronunciation Words like Bibliophile and flippant-irreverence Evanescent and Insouciance Mellifluous and Effervescent Mondegreen and Labyrinthine Words like Onomatopoeia and Tintinnabulation I appreciate their weight on my tongue The way my hands appreciate the thickness that is a fat book I am a Woman of Many Words I am attracted to their multitude The space their figures take up on a page The calligraphic punches Typed up by keys The carefully constructed Brush strokes Spouting What is sure to be, nonsense But I do enjoy the sound of nonsense in the morning I am a Woman of Many Words I cling to the lettered skyscrapers wherever I can find them Because the familiar scent of scribbles across parchment is comfort food for me I find them On the backs of cereal boxes And in Popsicle riddles In fortune cookies And alphabet soup From magnets on my fridge To junk food logos And I hold on to them for dear life For fear that silence should find me And leave me empty For fear it will take away the music of maracas Made by words Dancing the salsa inside me I am a Woman of Many Words because Words Answer my Questions, Soothe my fears, and Humor my Whims They are not always Right But they are always Constant They are not always Honest, in fact, Mostly They Lie But ever so often They tell such a Beautiful Lie That you wish it were true They sing from the rocks offering Escape from Terrifying, Suffocating, Mind numbing Silence that echoes off my skeleton I am afraid that silence will hollow out my insides and leave me abandoned with nothing between my Bow and Stern my Forecastle all torn up I am afraid of the skeleton inside me So I am a Woman of Many of Words For fear of silence And contempt for truth Because my words are sirens And my shipwreck is home here

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC

A Woman of Many Words

A Woman of Many Words I am a Woman of Many Words I am drawn to all those places That words congregate: Libraries and bookstores Road signs and billboards Ticket stubs and subtitles Nametags and license plates Each one a journey driving inside me I am a Woman of Many Words I love the way the shapes feel in my mouth The skittle taste of syllables I am drawn to especially long words With their phonetic entities stretching out like tentacles to reach new corners of pronunciation Words like Bibliophile and flippant-irreverence Evanescent and Insouciance Mellifluous and Effervescent Mondegreen and Labyrinthine Words like Onomatopoeia and Tintinnabulation I appreciate their weight on my tongue The way my hands appreciate the thickness that is a fat book I am a Woman of Many Words I am attracted to their multitude The space their figures take up on a page The calligraphic punches Typed up by keys The carefully constructed Brush strokes Spouting What is sure to be, nonsense But I do enjoy the sound of nonsense in the morning I am a Woman of Many Words I cling to the lettered skyscrapers wherever I can find them Because the familiar scent of scribbles across parchment is comfort food for me I find them On the backs of cereal boxes And in Popsicle riddles In fortune cookies And alphabet soup From magnets on my fridge To junk food logos And I hold on to them for dear life For fear that silence should find me And leave me empty For fear it will take away the music of maracas Made by words Dancing the salsa inside me I am a Woman of Many Words because Words Answer my Questions, Soothe my fears, and Humor my Whims They are not always Right But they are always Constant They are not always Honest, in fact, Mostly They Lie But ever so often They tell such a Beautiful Lie That you wish it were true They sing from the rocks offering Escape from Terrifying, Suffocating, Mind numbing Silence that echoes off my skeleton I am afraid that silence will hollow out my insides and leave me abandoned with nothing between my Bow and Stern my Forecastle all torn up I am afraid of the skeleton inside me So I am a Woman of Many of Words For fear of silence And contempt for truth Because my words are sirens And my shipwreck is home here

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There’s something romantic about stairwells. And something mysterious too. They’re a journey a winding a turning arduos Journey But perhaps well worth the view There’s something artistic about stairwells Maybe it’s the shadows and the way they flirt with the light (like I said there’s something romantic about stairwells) but there is some magic there too Maybe it’s the fairytale the something magic something tragic flight after flight a journey Roadless and mapless A dance of torchlight and candle and flame I don’t know but there’s something special here

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Nov 10, 2015

Nov 10, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC

Stairwells

There’s something romantic about stairwells. And something mysterious too. They’re a journey a winding a turning arduos Journey But perhaps well worth the view There’s something artistic about stairwells Maybe it’s the shadows and the way they flirt with the light (like I said there’s something romantic about stairwells) but there is some magic there too Maybe it’s the fairytale the something magic something tragic flight after flight a journey Roadless and mapless A dance of torchlight and candle and flame I don’t know but there’s something special here

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You there In the empty room That’s filled with people What do you see? You there In the bustling room That is empty What do you see? You there Peering through the mirror That is a window What do you see? You there Looking out of a window That is a mirror What do you see? You there Gazing at the sky Longing for something -I wonder- What do you see? You there Staring at the clock That is broken What do you see? You there Watching seconds Then minuets slip away What do you see? You there Shuffling through years -Did you lose a memory- What do you see? You there blowing out Birthday candles That are no longer wished on What do you see? You there unwrapping gifts That are still surprises What do you see? You there Laughing at the world That is sad What do you see? You there Crying for a laughing world That is silly What do you see? You there Lost in a small world That is huge What do you see? You there Believing In things you can’t see What do you see? You there Lying -Are you hiding from me- What do you see? You there With the secret That very few know What do you see? You there With the silent face That loves to tell tales What do you see YOU THERE YES YOU Let me borrow your shoes And walk a mile With a story For each step of the way Let me look through your eyes And paint a picture For I want A different colored sky You there Reflecting in the water And changing with the ripples What do you see?

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC

YOU THERE

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"I can't help it you see, I have this habit of throwing smiles around and it makes me quite sad when people drop them"

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC

Broken Smiles

"I can't help it you see, I have this habit of throwing smiles around and it makes me quite sad when people drop them"

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When i'm lying in bed awake at night, thinking of many things; of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings, there are many a people that come waltzing through my mind and at this midnight hour i wonder if I'm dancing in anyone else's mind.

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC

Shoes and Ships and Sealing Wax

When i'm lying in bed awake at night, thinking of many things; of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings, there are many a people that come waltzing through my mind and at this midnight hour i wonder if I'm dancing in anyone else's mind.

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Disappointments are made out of Doughnut Holes and Doughnut Holes are filled with Disappointments

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC

The Stuff of Doughnut Holes

Disappointments are made out of Doughnut Holes and Doughnut Holes are filled with Disappointments

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I was going to learn to fly but then I changed my mind I was going to go on an adventure but then i changed my mind I was going to write a poem but then I changed my mind ... oh look there goes life out the window that i built out of scratch and indecision

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Jul 1, 2013

Jul 1, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC

Indecision

I was going to learn to fly but then I changed my mind I was going to go on an adventure but then i changed my mind I was going to write a poem but then I changed my mind ... oh look there goes life out the window that i built out of scratch and indecision

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black blobs on the page and on my favorite t-shirt on the newspaper spread before me and on the tips of my fingers child like i press my fingers to the page already occupied with blobs and create fingerprints that look like little people and thus begins my art work

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Jul 1, 2013

Jul 1, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC

Ink Stains

black blobs on the page and on my favorite t-shirt on the newspaper spread before me and on the tips of my fingers child like i press my fingers to the page already occupied with blobs and create fingerprints that look like little people and thus begins my art work

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The world is full of gray people Who have a difficult definition They’re hard to paint a portrait of And don’t last long in pictures Because They can’t sit still for long They aren’t an illustration From a children’s book Because They lack the color They haven’t got a green Nor red. Nor blue. Nor yellow. They’re not a black and white comic One that can be easily understood By all For that they lack legibility They are gray You can’t find them in a picture book Because They have too many chapters All words No pictures Vague words With multiple meanings Similes and metaphors Symbols and motifs Characterization That still leaves them Incomplete

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Jul 1, 2013

Jul 1, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC

The Gray People

The world is full of gray people Who have a difficult definition They’re hard to paint a portrait of And don’t last long in pictures Because They can’t sit still for long They aren’t an illustration From a children’s book Because They lack the color They haven’t got a green Nor red. Nor blue. Nor yellow. They’re not a black and white comic One that can be easily understood By all For that they lack legibility They are gray You can’t find them in a picture book Because They have too many chapters All words No pictures Vague words With multiple meanings Similes and metaphors Symbols and motifs Characterization That still leaves them Incomplete

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She’s an inside-outside person A tip-toeing lopsided dancer A painter A sculptor A writer

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Jul 1, 2013

Jul 1, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC

Tightrope Method

She’s an inside-outside person A tip-toeing lopsided dancer A painter A sculptor A writer

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