whats in your garbage?

one of my other favorite work sessions that we did in class was the time that we had to either make up a story or build a poem out of things that people throw away everyday. This is the list I came up with...
coffee filters
shattered glass
tea bags
pipe tobacco
steak bones
cleaning rags
napkins
apple core
dog food
milk jugs
yarn
powder
sugar
onion peels
chips
pickles
q-tips
eggs
grapes

some pretty interesting things I came up with. I had to write them down no matter what they were...it was all part of the lesson. What a fun one too!!!

Banana Koolaid

yellow and blue
make this up
it is simple
color explains
so much.
Bananas and blue koolaid
two of my favorite things
just so happens to
make up the color green.
It's kind of cool
how the little things like that
are amusing in life!

Burroway

Poetry-

Make a quick list of terms that relate to any subject you know well ( you can go back and add to it at any time) kinds of fish or shoes, baseball terms, car parts, fabrics, tools, instruments; whatever falls in your area of expertise. Try to list at least twenty ot thirty words...

the poem I decided to use was the one I constructed in class...I don't have a title for it yet!

it's already posted...it starts out like this

anticipating the cold but fresh water
as i lay in a drunken slumber
broken hearted and oblivious...

any suggestions for a title?

this was one of my favorite work sessions.

Burroway

character-

One of the things that Burroways suggests is to write a "dialogue" between two characters, only one of whom can speak. The other is physically, emotionally, or otherwise prevented from saying what he/she wants to say.

With a great big grin on her face, Polly winks at the boys as they buy some ciggs.
"You are awfully cute" said the boy with red hair.
Polly didn't reply.
"You want to catch a movie sometime and perhaps some dinner, " he said with a look of concern on his face.
Again, no answer from sweet little Polly. She looked at him and nodded her head Yes. It was strange to him why she was not talking but he didn't care he was just happy he got to go on a date with her.
later that day Polly got off work and rushed to her car only to see that he was waiting for her, once again she was not showing him an ounce of interest. What was Polly trying to do?

Ankle Deep

Anticipating the cold but fresh water
as I lay in a drunken slumber
broken hearted and oblivious
tears trickling down my face
sun beaming down on me
a nice swim sounds so refreshing.
Why did this happen to me?
motivation is all I need
what or who can that be?
to help me see the better side!

Burroway

setting poem...

I agree this does fuel the drive to write!!

I love this poem by George Macbeth

Good Morning.

lot to be said for getting it all
out of your system, eh? Plenty of bile here.
Spit in the bowl.
I'd say you've been bad-mouthing
Some woman as our American
Cousins put it through too many poems.
Clean up your act. Lie.

Back in the chair and look differently
Into the light. There. Is that
Better? See things
More clearly now, do we? My
Own experience, having
Had, as one might say, the sort of
Unassimlated fillings...


this is just the first two stanzas...if you wish to read the rest it's pg 159.

sestina of "Faith of the Universe"

The feeling of death
alternative reactions
the painful thoughts surrounding the universe
looking for the heart in ones soul
have no faith

Depend on faith
the sound of death
paraying for dancing souls
similar reactions facing the universe
the dance of death
opposite reactions
advantages for the soul

Read all souls
seek their thoughts
closer reactions
turst in faith
the caress of death
escape danger in the universe

Submerging the universe
tell a single soul
the vision of death
changing thoughts become our own faith
everlasting reactions

Treacherous reactions
the end of the universe
follow the signs that point to faith
trust in ones soul
scary thoughts
the pain of death

reactions to death
train of thoughts on the universe
souls trust in faith

Darkness

this is my Pantoum/ poem

Confused, scared, stranded and hurt.
people staring and saying nothing
trapped...ignored...lost
alone again.
People Staring and saying nothing
having the feeling of emptiness
alone again
memories...
Having the feeling of emptiness
losing train of thought
memories
good and dreadful.
Losing train of thought
everything is black and worthless
good and dreadful
remembering nothing.
Everything is black and worthless
trapped...ignored...lost
remembering nothing
confused, scared, stranded, hurt.

love drops

I lay on my blanket all sprawled out on the grass
looking up at the sky so beautiful
not a single cloud
the trees swaying gently as the breeze passes through
the hot sun shining ever so brightly
im so comfortable almost falling asleep.

I toss and turn in the ravishing heat
my heart is pounding
the words
my head is spinning
sweat begins to pour off my body
digging and scratching
slightly screaming
moaning.

wake up cold
the sun has gone under
there is no warm breeze
my hand touches the grass
only to feel nothing but dew.

Tommy

In Loving Memory
Thomas J. Gallo

We feel like we have just existed
And Now its been a year
We dont know how we have lived and breathed
Without you being here.
You were suddenly taken from us
No time for our goodbyes
But you come to us now in so many ways
We know you did not die.
That tragic day will constantly play
Forever in our minds
We still search for the answer
We know we will never find.
If we could have a lifetime wish
A dream come true
We'd pray to god with all our hearts
For yesterday and you.
And though each day that passes
is filled with grief and pain
We know it gets us closer
To being with you again.

Forever in our hearts...

We Love and Miss you Tommy.........
(this is dedicated to my friend who I lost Last Year on the 26th of March)

snow angels

as they glow so pretty
with their dainty eyes
the golden cirlce that flys
the white dress that dances in the snow
fancy moves but gentle strides
powder filled dreams
cold but beautiful
glistening with sparkles
like the snow.

one of my favorite quotes!

There are three words to sum up the word "Life" It Goes On!- Robert Frost

Burroway

Take two sheets of paper and sit in front of the mirror. Using one of the sheets draw a self-portrait with the other, write down things that come to mind such as; your body, your self, your picture, the memories it evokes. With this assignment it says to be daring and discuss what you love about yourself, hate, fear etc... Well, after reading this assignment I decided to experimant with it. It does in deed work!! I got a start of a piece going...heres a little taste

She sits in her chair with a stern look on her face, staring off into space.
Her bleach blonde hair and her olive tan complection bring out the green in her eyes.
As the seasons change so do her features...the freckles that were hidden are now brought out by the sun.

It's just a start!

Dog Seasons

best loved, beloved in the family
asleep on the red rug
in the night, scared
his very shadow even absent
his teeth bared and gnashing in his dream
absorbed all color, sucked short.
capacity of meaness
with his fury coat
the seasons were colored grey
he was wilting away with decay
lavish lilacs of the northern city brighten my day
soon it will come to an end
the leaves are changing
asleep in his misery awakened by crying
the sun was shining
summer breeze in my face
days and nights become one
fighting every minute of his existance
cold winters night
blinded and in pain burried by the snow
I think it's time I let him go.

Dear Diary...

i should of known this day would come, i was just not ready for it, he got the call while i was soakin in the tub...he yells to me "honey" please come out here i have some news! I didn't think twice I got up out of the tub wrapped a towel around me and sat down on the couch shivering with curiosity. He then tells me that he was getting drafted...the tears started to trickle down my face uncontrolably. I could not imagine my life without him in it for that long. All I could think of was the simple fact that I was pregnant with his child and how was i going to raise this child without his father being around. As i lay there in his arms shivering once again, he picks me up and carries me back to my bath. I lay in the tub crying myself to sleep just thinking about what my life is going to be like without him in it for a while. I just want nothing more then for him to stay...but i know he cant. I wake up to a tub full of cold water, stand up drain the tub and turn on the shower. I warm up then put my sweats on and go to lay down in my nice comfy bed with the love of my life soon to be gone. The way I had to look at it was I have to spend as much time with him as possible before he had to leave me.

death glares

so you made a mistake
shes holding a grudge
shes hates you
it was a complete accident
but it does not matter
wherever you see her
you get death glares

laughing with friends
drunken convos
her name slips out
shes there
you smile and say..laugh its funny
you get nothing but death glares

passing through the halls
checking your mail
she trips and falls
you see if shes ok
still nothing but death glares

not a word spoken
this silence is repetitive
it's getting old
you want to move on
finally say something
once again she does not speak
death glares

Me

fabulous
luscious
made to chill
bigger is better
the pink lady
it just looks hot
be yourself
drink dirty
independent
voice
tanning
green and white
off roading
fishing
poker
summer time
family
music
life

meniers

He sits at home in his comfy chair and does whatever he wants. About 2 years ago he had a surgery done on his ear...my dad suffers from meniers disease. This disease is sort of like Vertigo only it's not cureable. He has basically lost his hearing completely in his left ear and has many rules he has to obide by. He absolutely can not work, he is retired right now at the age of 48. He is only allowed a certain salt in-take...he is not allowed to drive long distances, he is not suppose to drink alcohol among other things. He goes through spells...what happens during these spells are just horrible. He starts to get all dizzy and he is told that he should go lay down and put the sheets over his head so he cant see anything. It's like an imbalance of the equilibrium thats taking place on the inner of his ear. Sometimes he will have a slight ringing that lasts for a long time and so that basically can make any person go nuts. He goes through a lot my dad does. This disease is horrible. I would suggest being there for anyone you know that has this horrible non cureable tretchory of a disease.

flying flamingos

green grass, large cards
purple cats, undying love
sex on the beach, sticky hands
gerber all over the counter
hide and seek, brass trumpets
flying flamingos, dark pools
white pearls, crooked feet
buying a pack of smokes
leaky faucet, pink tattoos
earwhigs, painted grapes
strip poker, flawless strings
long days are tiring
healthy bones, bleached sheets
red hot, dirt roads
loud music, parachutes
tomorrow cant come soon enough

letter never sent...

i sit here and think about you every day. what we could of had but i realize that will never happen again. i messed up this time and i can't say im sorry enough. im sorry i broke your heart. if i could take it all back and give you the world i would. im not going to lie im not the same anymore...what i did changed me more than words can describe. I cant eat, I cant sleep, im the weakest person now. I just want to get stronger and get passed all this, but i did it to myself and i know its going to take a long time to get over. I do all the wrong things...Im always alone, I dont do anything constructive, and i dont care about my life. I wish I was brave enough to give you this letter, but im not. it helps me to write down how i feel and get things out. I am hoping that i might act on it someday and wake up and change my life. People make mistakes and move on all the time...why can't i?? Well, I know i can someday...the real question is when. I was talking to my mom the other day and she thinks the best thing for me to get over you is to move away from you and not communicate with you at all. I know thats not going to happen and maybe it would help me to move on with things but I think I will only get worse. I miss you so much and you are just down the road..everytime i drive by I want to stop and say hello, i just hope I can do that soon.

just be you

you always stuck out in crowd
very outgoing and loud
not afraid to just be you.

not one to judge a book by its cover
you never disrespected a soul
not afraid to just be you.

the look in yours eyes always spelt pride
courageous and witty
not afraid to just be you.

sometimes you cried
never shed a tear near your peers
not afraid to just be you.

now that you're gone
Im doing what you would do
not afraid to just be you.

A Mothers Love...

As I am cleaning up after dinner about to serve some nice warm apple pie to my husband, I sit down and join him and realize I should probably put on some hot tea for my children, who are both sick in bed. As soon as the tea is ready I bring it up to them, asking them to sit up so they dont spill it. I ask them if they would like a story read to them before I head back downstairs to finish my pie and start my own book. They asked me to read them the story "WhereThe Red Fern Grows." I read to them for about 20 minutes every so often lifting my head to check and see if they were nodding off or not. A few more minutes passed by and my two had fallen asleep. I turned off the lights and headed back downstairs. My pie is cold, and the Woodstove is dying out because my husband forgot to put some wood on before he went to bed. I fix myself a cup of tea and grab my book to sit in front of the fire and rock back and forth in my grandmothers old rocking chair. I am barely able to keep my eyes open but I would like to finish my book but its almost impossible because the fire is so relaxing it's putting me to sleep. I slowly drift off to the feel of my nice soft knit blanket. I wake up an hour later only to go right back to sleep in my bed. I hope to wake up in the morning with a good sign of my children getting better.

Could Not Ask For More

Lying here with you
Listening to the rain
Smile just to see
the smile upon your face
These are the moments
I thank God that I'm alive
And these are the moments
I'll remember all my life
I've found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more

Looking in your eyes
Seeing all I need
Everything you are
is everything in me
These are the moments
I know heaven must exist
And these are the moments
I know all I need is this
I've found all I've waited for,
yeahAnd I could not ask for more

I could not ask for more than this time together
I could not ask for more than this time with you
And every prayer has been answered
Every dream I've had's come true
Yeah, right here in this moment
Is right where I'm meant to be
Here with you here with me

YeahThese are the moments
I thank God that I'm alive
And these are the moments
I'll remember all my life
I've found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more

I could not ask for more than this time together
I could not ask for more than this time with you
And every prayer has been answered
Every dream I've had's come true
Yeah, right here in this moment
Is right where I'm meant to be
Oh, here with you here with me
No, I could not ask for moreThan this love you gave me
Cause it's all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more
No, yeahNo, I could not ask for more...


thes are the lyrics to my aunts wedding song that I am singing, by Sara Evans

99 Apples

All I can say is that it sounded like a good idea
had a rough day and was stressed out to the max
my friends were like this is prefect it will help you relax
the first few were smooth and went down real nice
the last couple tasted nothin but trouble
it was churning my tummy and burning my throat
all the sudden the idea of drinking this shit was a joke
got real dizzy, the room started to spin luckily next to me was a garbage bin
the realization hit me so damn quick what the hell was i thinking drinking this shit
99 apples did me no favor i think i would rather go through labor
dont turn to alcohol as a stress reliever
pop some popcorn and watch some "Leave it to Beaver!"

wicked corny i know...but what a night of experience!