"blanding" poems
herbs new mown send green scent to me
an undertone of pepper - non-explosive -
marks this spot especially
a creole mixture to spice the morning walk
were I the chef of this walk
blandness would prevail
for blanding is safe
and requires no inspiration
I am learning recklessness and wantonness
it is in my eyes, should you peer into them
it is in my heart, should you sound it
it is in my being now and you can smell it on me
like the peppery scent in that spot there
I am become a creole recipe
delicious and warm
fulfilling and comfort to the traveler
in this landscape
Roberta Compton Rainwater
c. 2009/2014
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
Ms. Love & Mr. Understanding -
They go together like
The mists of love & misunderstandings.
Ms. Love was 15, Ms. Love woke up
Now Ms. Love is 25 with no one to love
Except memories of yesterday, once upon a far away
She met a boy - same old story - now he's gone and now he's all she
Wants – but they both have moved on
Yeah they both have moved on…
Or haven't they?
Dan understanding understated undemanding
Underwhelmed to find his hand in hand in hand with Beatrice Blanding
She's a nice girl in the right world and though she may not be the right girl
She loves him dearly
And he loves her… nearly
But is it nearly enough?
Looking for love behind all the wrong doors
Like you came into the bedroom and forgot what you came for -
Is it something different, is it more of the same?
Was it someone else, or is it me again?
Dan understanding gives Ms. Love a call
He says I've missed too much of your life already I can't miss it all
Oh, what say you wanna play? I'm on a train I'm round your way
I'm up to here with being brave, I want to see what life could have been
Do you know what I mean?
Do you mind if I lean in and…
Kiss you?
Looking for love behind all the wrong doors
Like you came into the bedroom and forgot what you came for
Is it something different, is it more of the same?
Was it someone else, or is it me again?
Ms. Love & Mr. Understanding -
They still go together like
The mists of love & misunderstandings.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 6:29 AM UTC
smagen af cigaretter minder mig om dig
jeg tumler rundt i et mørke af savn,
imens stjernerne lokker mig ud i natten
en blanding af mørkeræd og trang
til at glemme
jeg drukner i et hav af hvide lagner
som er som sne, uden dig
forsøger
at glemme tanken om
at du ikke er her hos
mig
i nat
lader musikken bære min tristhed
når jeg lyser min telefon op,
men dit navn er der ikke på displayet,
så jeg
sipper endnu en tår fra rødvinsglasset
og beder til at du også
tænker på mig
i nat
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
Og vejen flyver
alkohol i blodet
dig i hovedet
ikke en god blanding
flere mennesker
bare forbipasserende
stjernerne falder
og bladene ligeså
knæene ryster
kuldegysninger
nærmest forfrysninger
alkohol i leveren
dig i hjertet
en blanding lavet i helvede
følelserne begraver sig selv i jorden
Og vejen flyver stadig
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
Luften er tom og tung
Det er køligt
Jeg har valgt at cykle en tur
En måske god vane jeg har fået
Cykler ud langs skanderborgvej
Det er ret stille kun nogen enkle biller kommer forbi
Og kun nogen enkle tåre triller ned af mine kinder
Tårerne er en blanding af hvor godt jeg har og hvor skidt jeg har det
Jeg kan ikke finde ud af hvordan jeg har det.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC