My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Day 35 - Limerick Time

Whatever. At least this one isn't about my inability to write my poems every day.

Pinnochio or The Real Poem
Nonsense rhymes are fun
But this here isn't one
It makes good sense
And isn't tense
It's just a game I run
(when I don't have time to write on one of the ideas I have for real poems)

Day 34 - A Laugh

I'm pushing the limits of what can be defined as poetry. Well.. either that or I'm lazy. Take your pick.

Aptitude Test

If you enjoy planning murders, you might consider becoming
a. a mystery writer
b. a serial killer

If  you enjoy shaping young minds, you might consider becoming
a. a teacher
b. a cult leader

if you enjoy having power, you might consider working your way up the ranks to become
a. a business executive
b. a dictator in a small forgotten Eastern European country

If you enjoy cutting people up, you might consider becoming
a. a surgeon
b. a serial killer  

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Day 33 - Prince Hamlet

Have a mentioned that I'm just a WEEE bit Shakespeare obsessed. And that I'm taking three Lit classes right now. And that in not one but TWO of them I'm studying Hamlet. No? I didn't? Well anyway, now you know.

O cursèd spite

O cursèd spite
that ever 't be my task to be the right
one, who shows my strength when none will come.

O horrible!
My painèd leave. Deplorable
when I must go from her I love so.

O festering canker!
Upon my skin 'tis anchored.
With no means for me to purge 't.

O rotted root!
What cost is paid for love's sweet fruit.
When my reality doth step in 'tween ours.

O sweet relief!
When dawn of darkness is a thief
and newly shall I come to thee.
For mine own self to 'noint with earnest glee.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Day 33 - I'm venting... get over it

Thine is Just Fine (Really... Thine is)

Thou shalt not lie

But shalt thou make an enemy
of one who is a friend?

Shalt thou seem a rash
and rageful being?

Shalt thou burn a bridge
never to be repaired?

Thou shalt not lie?
No.
Thou shalt not be mean,
thou shalt not harbour a pained resentment
thou shalt not be ungrateful,
thou shalt not sin in envy,
thou shalt not manufacture suffering,
thou shalt not force oneself to hurt.

Thou shalt not lie?
No.
Thou shalt lie,
if thou shalt retain a happy mask
worn so long that sadness is not seen.
For if not seen, the sadness dissapears.
And happiness shalt reign,
Unless thou shalt not lie.

Day 32 - AAHHH!!!

See!! Even when I don't really have time to, I'm STILL writing a poem. AAAHH SOOO LAAATE!!!!
Tardiness

Oh dear God I'm running late
Whatever will I do

Oh dear God I'm running late
I haven't time to lose

Oh dear God I'm running late
I really have to go

Oh dear God I'm running late
I need a rhyme, uh oh

Sunday, September 26, 2010

A Request

Those (albeit few) of you who don`t see me on a regular basis, please email me and tell me that you`re still reading. I think I know who most of you are (or were) but as I said a few posts ago, I`m really worried that my sporadic posting has resulted in you all giving up and if I don`t post this right now, I`m going to keep worrying that I let you all down and not be able to sleep for another hour.

julian_legere@hotmail.com

Day 31 - WHEEEEE this is FUUUNNN (also I`m TTIIIREEDDD and LLOOOPPYYYY)

NOT a limerick

This is a haiku
Another poetic form
For variety

That was really short
Now it`s longer, so it counts
And I have no guilt