Mira Lamb Oct 2014

When backpacking, there are certain
rules that everyone knows like
take less than you can carry;
   you’ll pick up things as you go.
Be careful when hitchhiking;
   follow your gut instinct. Always.
Stick to your budget;
   you don’t wanna run dry in Kansas.

What no one actually tells you is:
   Don’t fall in love
      with a town or
      with a boy in a town.

Oops.

A boy who is settled and nestled in a town is dangerous.

The other roaming, free-loving boys are fine, because
   they understand and you understand
   that, like a Lynyrd Skynyrd song, your
   both freebirds who must be traveling on.
These boys are easy to love and set free.

Townies, on the other hand, are like rose-colored poison
which seeps into your every thought,
   but then you don’t really mind.

They show you that their quaint little town
doesn’t just look like magic.

   It is magic.

They show you that there’s something beautiful in
   greeting the mailman with
      “how’s the wife?”
   the charming town diner
      where the pie is county-famous
   the declaration of love on the water tower
      written in red spray paint.

The boy shows you how to fall in love with a town,
and in the town you fall in love with the boy.


They should start printing warning labels on backpacks:
      WARNING: don’t fall in love with a boy
      who is settled and nestled in a pint-sized town


because he will clip you wings.

just wrote today
trying to get back into my writing groove (and I need to flush all the crappy writing out of my system)
(starting with this piece)
  Aug 2014 Mira Lamb
rained-on parade

Love is an art.

And I can barely
draw you a stick figure.

Funny story. True story.
15/1/14
Mira Lamb Aug 2014

We gather here in the square, for what we believe.
There are shots and bangs but we still remain.
We stand together, all are united.
If death shall come, I will still stand firm.
Until our voices are heard, we shout – we shout!
A place of pride and dignity.

Dealing with the same tools as the one before
We left before it was finished.
“This is a warning! Leave! Go home!”
We will stand as the pyramids strong and forever.
They try to sweep us away like sand,
but firm we will stand.
The battle is in the images.
The battle is in the stories.
The battle is in the scars upon your back.

They want to take back the square
Our backs toward the sun
When we finally bow down,
we all bow together in prayer
but just as suddenly, we turn on one another.
Anger and arrogance –
hijacking our revolution.

They crush us with their wheels
but they cannot crush our souls
The stand becomes a war
The good become traitors,
and traitors become heroes.

I wrote this after watching the documentary called "The Square" about the Egyptian revolution that began early in 2011
Mira Lamb Jul 2014

The grass, like green hair, stands up on end with
    anticipation,
rising through the snow that has fallen
    like dove feathers.
Leo will be coming soon.

Mira Lamb Jul 2014

Love’s game
   vivid romance
   lover’s
   slow dance
Amusing billet-doux*

Amusing game
   playful kisses
   missing
   the Mrs.
Love’s billet-doux

Amusing game
   lips meet
   it is
   almost sweet
Love’s billet-doux

Love’s game
   sneaky meeting
   just a
   moment fleeting
Amusing billet-doux

* Billet-doux: a French term meaning sweet note, love note.

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