Here is a list of short story ideas... to refer back to later.
Hayrides
Mornings at Grandpa's House
IU Campus walks
Midnight walk through Amazon
Nikki Bunn
Food Network - Couch - Amy
Truck ride with my girls
4H fair
Detasseling
Danny - walks to tressle - springlove
Danny - dress up winter date/catastrophe
Night on the town NYC
Brasserie Joe - good food, good conversation
Scar - woodchips - swing
Scar - axe
Hurdles - broken finger
Baby Luv
Summer Kitchen
Trips to Indiana Beach
Kalamazoo play with Laura
Barfing - Charlotte's Web
Lip-shaped suckers - student council - Xmas
Aladdin rug toy
Losing baby Allison
Dilly name
Rats and Beauties
Tea party with Aunt Chris
Super Grover - Flower Shop
Sarah in the hole
Sarah - black mark - saw this morning
Kitten in the waders - AESS
Monday, October 26, 2009
Author Unknown
i
can't find
words
or phrases
escape me
i
am windless
in a raging
sea of
words. i
cannot find
my meaning
not
even
when
you
speak
just
low summer rumbles
with no threat
of
rain.
i'm
thirsty
sucking
air.
I found this poem written in my handwriting in my poetry binder. I googled it like crazy. Who wrote it?? Me? Hmmm...
can't find
words
or phrases
escape me
i
am windless
in a raging
sea of
words. i
cannot find
my meaning
not
even
when
you
speak
just
low summer rumbles
with no threat
of
rain.
i'm
thirsty
sucking
air.
I found this poem written in my handwriting in my poetry binder. I googled it like crazy. Who wrote it?? Me? Hmmm...
Symmetry
stretch, wind, design
an underworld creation
drawing strength from aquatic inspiration
earthen tentacles probe the buried life and
sleeping, creeping, sunless things
while above a finch is settling her wings
symmetrical secrets
plunging roots searching branches
what's above ever relies on what's below
exalt, shade, cleanse
mind and air relinquish
time beneath this graceful, wiser being
imagine what ancient truths she finds
as she stretches, winds, designs
an underworld creation
drawing strength from aquatic inspiration
earthen tentacles probe the buried life and
sleeping, creeping, sunless things
while above a finch is settling her wings
symmetrical secrets
plunging roots searching branches
what's above ever relies on what's below
exalt, shade, cleanse
mind and air relinquish
time beneath this graceful, wiser being
imagine what ancient truths she finds
as she stretches, winds, designs
My sisters cry beneath a bigger, empty sky
And worlds away I hear them through
half-whispered text and pleadings:
"400,000 Dead in Sudan
Violence Continues"
Their tears continue
to fill the oceans between us
as time pulls us farther away.
Perhaps these great lands were separated
by our own neglect to care
for the other
brother
who is hurting.
My sisters are hurting. Their faters and men
have been slaughtered for the blackness of their skin.
Unspoken. The sin that has been planted
into the innocence of their daughters.
Of my daughters!
Hysteria raises in me
Raises oceans in me!
My sisters are crying.
Sr. Poetry 2005.
And worlds away I hear them through
half-whispered text and pleadings:
"400,000 Dead in Sudan
Violence Continues"
Their tears continue
to fill the oceans between us
as time pulls us farther away.
Perhaps these great lands were separated
by our own neglect to care
for the other
brother
who is hurting.
My sisters are hurting. Their faters and men
have been slaughtered for the blackness of their skin.
Unspoken. The sin that has been planted
into the innocence of their daughters.
Of my daughters!
Hysteria raises in me
Raises oceans in me!
My sisters are crying.
Sr. Poetry 2005.
Inspired by the quote "True love comes quietly" by Erich Segal
You whispered through sermon notes, pleading.
Then hushed giggles diffused any dark tone
we had found throughout our week, throughout our lives apart
and we unburdened together.
So completed was I by your love, I was blinded from it.
And months passed
And time subtracted from our lives
And winter kept me so entirely deaf
to pleas you offered so entirely
faithful that I would someday understand.
After all that was shared and cherished
Had you believed it all in vain?
Then a single ray of spring pressed
through the colored glass and landed
on your soul, which shone with such
force and melody, at once
my heart was yours.
And their dull frowns were blinded by our
new radiance.
And I squeezed your hand entirely
submerged in the quiet, warm, bright of your love.
Dated 5-4-2005 for Sr. Poetry
Then hushed giggles diffused any dark tone
we had found throughout our week, throughout our lives apart
and we unburdened together.
So completed was I by your love, I was blinded from it.
And months passed
And time subtracted from our lives
And winter kept me so entirely deaf
to pleas you offered so entirely
faithful that I would someday understand.
After all that was shared and cherished
Had you believed it all in vain?
Then a single ray of spring pressed
through the colored glass and landed
on your soul, which shone with such
force and melody, at once
my heart was yours.
And their dull frowns were blinded by our
new radiance.
And I squeezed your hand entirely
submerged in the quiet, warm, bright of your love.
Dated 5-4-2005 for Sr. Poetry
Musical Host: A Bandroom Opportunity
Click click click
A wand demands our ears
Waves instruction to begin our warming up
Shining brass
Sit erectly on the chairs
Slurring partials to refine their lips to hear
And seeing feels
as the wand designs a pulse
Echoes through us and makes metronomes of feet
While fingers think
Act alone and comprehend
the notes that pass through glances at a line
A curved release
A multitude exhales
While their sense reassign their normal chores.
Sr. Poetry (WN #22) (Ed. note: I miss band. This one is my favorite.)
A wand demands our ears
Waves instruction to begin our warming up
Shining brass
Sit erectly on the chairs
Slurring partials to refine their lips to hear
And seeing feels
as the wand designs a pulse
Echoes through us and makes metronomes of feet
While fingers think
Act alone and comprehend
the notes that pass through glances at a line
A curved release
A multitude exhales
While their sense reassign their normal chores.
Sr. Poetry (WN #22) (Ed. note: I miss band. This one is my favorite.)
Attempt at Triolet
I love you for your deep brown eyes
What? Yes! That's all I care for.
And any other reasons found are lies
Oh do not wonder if loving me is wise
Stand firm that I will find no other rise
Though others may have style and charm galore
I love you for your deep brown eyes.
Oh darling, that is all I care for.
Sr. Poetry (WN #19)
What? Yes! That's all I care for.
And any other reasons found are lies
Oh do not wonder if loving me is wise
Stand firm that I will find no other rise
Though others may have style and charm galore
I love you for your deep brown eyes.
Oh darling, that is all I care for.
Sr. Poetry (WN #19)
A Villanelle
If I had not turned my head in pride
if I had only let our difference go
perhaps you would still be here by my side.
My lover, friend, companion of soul and mind
Oh how I wish I hadn't acted so
I wish I had not turned by head in pride
Return to spring, to folly I rewind
Your love ever warm and true
Softly, your gently form would find my side.
And you would love and I would hide
bravely rebelling those who
turned their foolish heads in pride.
But when autumn left me two things to decide
I followed voices, little did I know
I would push away your form by my side.
And move through years denying feelings deep inside
now I live regretting how I let you go
and if I had not turned my head in pride
perhaps your gentle form would find my side.
if I had only let our difference go
perhaps you would still be here by my side.
My lover, friend, companion of soul and mind
Oh how I wish I hadn't acted so
I wish I had not turned by head in pride
Return to spring, to folly I rewind
Your love ever warm and true
Softly, your gently form would find my side.
And you would love and I would hide
bravely rebelling those who
turned their foolish heads in pride.
But when autumn left me two things to decide
I followed voices, little did I know
I would push away your form by my side.
And move through years denying feelings deep inside
now I live regretting how I let you go
and if I had not turned my head in pride
perhaps your gentle form would find my side.
Euphony: Cacophony
smooth and sultry
swingin' jazz
yeah stevie
swayin' seein' sounds
an' vibrant full soul
melodies
Hey! Next track
Wonder funks
Poppin' brass in
Bright golden bursts
Dancin' kids jump
and bump their hips
Keepin' time with
Groove that's all their own
Stevie showed 'em with his swayin
swingin' funk
an' jazz
Wonder movin' dounds of smooth and timeless pulse.
Sr. Poetry (WN #15)
swingin' jazz
yeah stevie
swayin' seein' sounds
an' vibrant full soul
melodies
Hey! Next track
Wonder funks
Poppin' brass in
Bright golden bursts
Dancin' kids jump
and bump their hips
Keepin' time with
Groove that's all their own
Stevie showed 'em with his swayin
swingin' funk
an' jazz
Wonder movin' dounds of smooth and timeless pulse.
Sr. Poetry (WN #15)
Boût Rimé
A story I bring from royal lines of palace balls and feasts gourmet
Revealed secrets of cowardly knights and queens much too fond of creme brulee
as famished proles trudge through blizzards, volcanic floods, and hurricanes
The Brother's Grimm were hired, repairing image, for a more fame-friendly
reason Princess Schizo was locked in her tower
Once in bloom, she found her thrown after her perch was knocked gently by a small
passing asteroid
her beauty made the masses fall faint and they subdued to its power
Charming princes who delighted in her evening demeanor, by morning were chained
to a desk
Seeking more pleasurable conversation, she slipped into their tea something that slightly
resembled an Altoid
Far prior to FDA regulations, these mints often left her guests slightly paranoid
But by darkness they enjoyed her playful flirtations and rare talent of twisting her fine body
into a pretzel
And during hide-and-seek the princess found the perfect chance to run off with her secret Mongdoid.
Later, when forced into her monthly bath, it was discovered that in her place was a robot.
At once the courtyard was alerted of scandal and half-priced wiener-schnitzel
and the hermit realized London wasn't really so cloudy, it was merely his breath
on the window pane
(The harsh truth of which resulted in a terrible carpet stain)
Meanwhile, the princess forgets her former life of fame
Of course in these tales a witch or two always thickens the plot
So while the town is all gossip and the view picturesque
And peasant beauties dream of princes and palace acclaim
The hag has joined the hermit
Chasing princess reclining on the lap of her Mongolian lover
whose face exerted signs of unending grotesque.
Sr. Poetry (WN #14)
Definition: Bout- Rimes is French for "rhymed ends." A bouts- rimes poem is created by one person's making up a list of rhymed words and giving it to another person, who in turn writes the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given.
(Ed. note: Not sure where the rhymes went... but I do remember creating the list of words as a class.)
Revealed secrets of cowardly knights and queens much too fond of creme brulee
as famished proles trudge through blizzards, volcanic floods, and hurricanes
The Brother's Grimm were hired, repairing image, for a more fame-friendly
reason Princess Schizo was locked in her tower
Once in bloom, she found her thrown after her perch was knocked gently by a small
passing asteroid
her beauty made the masses fall faint and they subdued to its power
Charming princes who delighted in her evening demeanor, by morning were chained
to a desk
Seeking more pleasurable conversation, she slipped into their tea something that slightly
resembled an Altoid
Far prior to FDA regulations, these mints often left her guests slightly paranoid
But by darkness they enjoyed her playful flirtations and rare talent of twisting her fine body
into a pretzel
And during hide-and-seek the princess found the perfect chance to run off with her secret Mongdoid.
Later, when forced into her monthly bath, it was discovered that in her place was a robot.
At once the courtyard was alerted of scandal and half-priced wiener-schnitzel
and the hermit realized London wasn't really so cloudy, it was merely his breath
on the window pane
(The harsh truth of which resulted in a terrible carpet stain)
Meanwhile, the princess forgets her former life of fame
Of course in these tales a witch or two always thickens the plot
So while the town is all gossip and the view picturesque
And peasant beauties dream of princes and palace acclaim
The hag has joined the hermit
Chasing princess reclining on the lap of her Mongolian lover
whose face exerted signs of unending grotesque.
Sr. Poetry (WN #14)
Definition: Bout- Rimes is French for "rhymed ends." A bouts- rimes poem is created by one person's making up a list of rhymed words and giving it to another person, who in turn writes the lines that end with those rhymes, in the same order in which they were given.
(Ed. note: Not sure where the rhymes went... but I do remember creating the list of words as a class.)
My wings blow chasing after
the wings that I have grown.
Unfolded on my own.
Implicating I am willing, now,
to Live
Unafraid.
A breeze has lifted my youthful,
grounded, clumsy soul into the
Twilight Air.
Freely moving,
Unaware of lessons shown to me
This twilight
(A gap between the worlds).
Release my bare and rhythmic feet
from leading
Beating, pounding heart
is choosing Northeast sunrise
Hinting violet hues unknown.
My wings stretch unafraid
to welcome
Day, my soul discovered
To embrace all to be shown.
Sr. Poetry (WN #12) (Ed. note: Wow, lame.)
the wings that I have grown.
Unfolded on my own.
Implicating I am willing, now,
to Live
Unafraid.
A breeze has lifted my youthful,
grounded, clumsy soul into the
Twilight Air.
Freely moving,
Unaware of lessons shown to me
This twilight
(A gap between the worlds).
Release my bare and rhythmic feet
from leading
Beating, pounding heart
is choosing Northeast sunrise
Hinting violet hues unknown.
My wings stretch unafraid
to welcome
Day, my soul discovered
To embrace all to be shown.
Sr. Poetry (WN #12) (Ed. note: Wow, lame.)
Palette of Perfection
rouged cheeks green eyes and sunset hair
fair skin pink pout (they linger there)
light kiss of sun in patches - hidden
by ivory-powdered beauty
batted black-brown lashes full and curled and long
whitened lightning flashes (smiles harpooning hearts)
And all of this perfection
found in bottles from her purse.
Sr. Poetry (WN #11: Color)
fair skin pink pout (they linger there)
light kiss of sun in patches - hidden
by ivory-powdered beauty
batted black-brown lashes full and curled and long
whitened lightning flashes (smiles harpooning hearts)
And all of this perfection
found in bottles from her purse.
Sr. Poetry (WN #11: Color)
belt
belt buckle
muffled chuckle
muff to warm old fashioned hands
alphabet plans
twinkling stars to tunes of
endless dancing O's
average lows
extremely out of ordinary
weather we are having
don't you think?
forgotten Pints and Quarts
mind dear young Johnny out the
door for recess
a break for school and lunch and
countless golden rules to teach
a greed - instill a hunger
for all the things that shine
need not be kind
just please don't break them
in that breathless gap of time
that chose your life.
(Sr. Poetry)
belt buckle
muffled chuckle
muff to warm old fashioned hands
alphabet plans
twinkling stars to tunes of
endless dancing O's
average lows
extremely out of ordinary
weather we are having
don't you think?
forgotten Pints and Quarts
mind dear young Johnny out the
door for recess
a break for school and lunch and
countless golden rules to teach
a greed - instill a hunger
for all the things that shine
need not be kind
just please don't break them
in that breathless gap of time
that chose your life.
(Sr. Poetry)
Brocken Comb
A battle lost
At hygiene's cost
A thickened, auburn forest
For strands remain
A wounded stain
For teeth ripped from
their post
A plastic martyr cast so mercilessly into the bin.
Remember grade school photo primping?
The same black comb you've broken
Time and time and time again.
Defeated bristles never tough enough to win.
Senior Year Poetry Excerpt (WN #10)
At hygiene's cost
A thickened, auburn forest
For strands remain
A wounded stain
For teeth ripped from
their post
A plastic martyr cast so mercilessly into the bin.
Remember grade school photo primping?
The same black comb you've broken
Time and time and time again.
Defeated bristles never tough enough to win.
Senior Year Poetry Excerpt (WN #10)
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