Category Archives: writing and poetry

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get off the pot

reveal your struggle
you’re not alone
go ahead, try it
bring it to the dinner table
adorned with warm pumpkin pie and ice cream

unhinged tears flowing
11:11 p.m.
fridge noisy
much commotion
hysterical laughs from next-door neighbor’s party
your dreams
everyone’s dreams
night

digging into it all
a great exchange
bouquet of all purpose flowers
complete with brilliant red bow

you don’t miss a word
you miss many
giving me a sweet new take on things

drama drama drama
personal disaster without end
find yourself, man
you’re better than this
you will love again

by mary ann blinkhorn

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Crazy Rain, Blurred Vision, New Affection

Speak cheerfully,
Like your world’s not about to crumble
Grab that shy umbrella
Open it aggressively
Some days, weep

Angel with nervy wings speeds by
Reminds me to proceed with caution
I wake up, confident…

Like the morning’s something special
Because it is
And emotion is reckless art

Writing…
Out of one’s mind
And into someone else’s

Small ripples in a vast ocean
Flashy clouds presiding

 
By Mary Ann Blinkhorn

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A Tribute to my friend, D. Buch

you lived your whole life
exclaiming infinitesimally
the POV of a gentle, ridiculed heart
may you rest in peace…

prayer is my precious inner wreath
words whispered
to God
and to you
wish i could’ve attended your funeral

creeping tears rise
gazing at
flipped shadows and
shards of sunlight where
heartbreak and nature become one

no more cards, letters
bizarre phone calls
you, running out of cigarettes
so long ago…

instead,

i will listen
to you
through seashells
and receive your energy

wherever one’s wounds go
know that i saw them
from your perspective
and you WERE understood,
respected and loved,
my cherished friend

your passion for photography
brought great joy
cured my moth phobia
gave us a unique understanding of
your relationships with
foxes
turtles
sunsets
swamp life and
Virginia

lastly,
for a writer respectfully decked out in gum wrappers and stickers
(private joke)
you sure were “lost in poetry”
see you where the sun shines brightest
love always
by mary ann blinkhorn

*Please note:  This is a rough draft that I’ll probably revise, later.

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3 DAYS, 3 QUOTES (DAY THREE)

Ben Naga has invited me to participate in the 3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge, and this is DAY THREE.  The link to Ben’s blog is:  https://bennaga.wordpress.com/  – a fabulous place to read, consider and comment.  Cheers to you, Ben, and thanks once more for your invitation.  It’s been fun!

The rules for the 3-Days, 3-Quotes Challenge are:

…..1. Thank the person who nominated you. (See above. 🙂 )

…..2. Post one fresh quotation on three consecutive days.

…..3. On each of the three days, nominate three folk who have not yet taken part to continue the challenge.

Today’s Nominees are:

https://dragoneystory.wordpress.com/

https://thefutureispapiermache.wordpress.com/

https://janerisdon.wordpress.com/

Check out their fantastic blogs!

Today’s Quotation submitted by me:

I don’t need an alarm clock.  My ideas wake me.

-Ray Bradbury

See you all soon, with hopefully a new poem.

Best regards,

mypenandme

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3 DAYS, 3 QUOTES (DAY 2)

Ben Naga has invited me to participate in the 3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge, and this is DAY TWO.  The link to Ben’s blog is:  https://bennaga.wordpress.com/  – a fabulous place to read, consider and comment.  Cheers to you, Ben!

The rules for the 3-Days, 3-Quotes Challenge are:

…..1. Thank the person who nominated you. (See above. 🙂 )

…..2. Post one fresh quotation on three consecutive days.

…..3. On each of the three days, nominate three folk who have not yet taken part to continue the challenge.

Today’s Nominees are:

http://blackandwrite.net/

https://ledrakenoir.wordpress.com/

https://bjaybrooks.wordpress.com/

Three great bloggers doing fantastic work.  I’ll look forward to reading their quotes.

Today’s Quotation submitted by me:

Don’t tell me the moon is shining.  Show me the glint of light on broken glass.

-Anton Chekhov

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3 DAYS, 3 QUOTES (DAY ONE)

Ben Naga has invited me to participate in the 3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge.  I’m afraid I’m a week late in responding, but still thankful to have been chosen.  If you’re unfamiliar with Ben’s blog you can view it at:  https://bennaga.wordpress.com/

Ben is the man.  Check out his genius, his poetry, his fun posts like, Classic Songs by Storybots…

The rules for the 3-Days, 3-Quotes Challenge are:

…..1. Thank the person who nominated you. (See above. 🙂 )

…..2. Post one fresh quotation on three consecutive days.

…..3. On each of the three days, nominate three folk who have not yet taken part to continue the challenge.

Today’s Nominees are:

http://sedge808.com/

https://laurie27wsmith.wordpress.com/

https://littleboxofbooks.wordpress.com/

Three great bloggers who are also WordPress friends.  I’ll look forward to reading their quotes.

Today’s Quotation submitted by me:

“Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous.  He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacks a hot fudge sundae.”

-Kurt Vonnegut

and one more:

“Fiction is the truth inside a lie.”

-Stephen King

See you tomorrow!

 

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Halloween Two Thousand and Fifteen

A collab by Mary Ann Blinkhorn and Russell Ayres

Tender like the flesh torn from my bones
Graaaghhh…and they slithered toward her bed
Rancink claws and rancid flesh
“We’re coming to get you Mary Ann”
Mary Ann slumbered restlessly
Tossing and turning
Then got out of bed

It’s a dream, R says
Just a dream
Look at you
You are all covered in sweat
Come back and slumber a while longer

M.A. regards R.  A primal scream.

“You’re not Rusky, you’re a trickster
A feverish into-the-future
Frontally lobish,
Genetically mutated
Intellectually mutilated bi-product
Of one consuming way too much
Legally/locally grown ragweed
Laced with 161 proof octopi genome
Face it.  You’ve been altered”

“Oh c’mon, M.A.”

“You tell me…
What’s more horrific and
Insanely terrifying than
Being visited by a dear internet friend’s unstoppable
Big-brained psychotic episode?”

Rusky clutches his massive cigarette
Embracing it like a shield
“But I’m your friend, M.A.”

“I’m the victim here
Look at you.  You’re armed”

Rusky sneers at his (six arms, two legs) extremities
His once kind eyes, enraged, widened
Exposing only the whites, and then irises
With cephalopod eyes, the so-called Rusky speaks

“Rusky Mollusc’s my new identity
Mars is falling fast
Ya’d better run”

To be continued Halloween 2016