Posts Tagged ‘head’

Two Words: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

January 28, 2015

From YOUth,
my head-mind
ego-fed,
unkind,
spoke words
of doubt,
“you’re absurd”,
fear,
“you’re not dear”.

Each time I thought about
doing
saying
writing
joking
dancing
acting
laughing
being
open mic-ing,
improving,
anything-ing,
I’d hear:
“That’s stupid.”
“That’s immature.”
“You’re attention getting.”
“That’s weird.”
“Others will think you’re odd.”
“That’s embarrassing.”
“You’re absurd.”
“That’s not spiritual.”
“You’re a bad example.”
“You’re scary.”
“You’re juvenile.”
“What would Jesus do? NOT THAT!”
“You’re not good.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re self-centered.”
“You’re a fool.”

For so long
I believed the voice,
the Angst,
the negative,
the stoppage,
until I was living
a blocked
shut-down,
fearing
life.

Then guides
invited me
to take an 8-inch
trip
down,
from my mind,
fearing,
name-calling,
ego,
to my heart.

I like journeys,
so I accepted
the invitation.
I took my hand
filled with thoughts
from my head,
and placed it
and them
on my heart.
There I felt
the warmth,
tenderness,
and love
growing from deep within.

As I heard-thought
those words
of fear
and rejection
and shame,
from my head,
my loving,
kind,
big,
gentle
heart
listened to them,
those embarrassment / hate words,
then simply,
calmly,
lovingly
but forcefully
whispered:
“Or not.”

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He IS Mean: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

February 20, 2014

Aren’t you glad you’re out? /
Stop giving him free rent in/
your head, soul, and heart.

Can You Still Hear Him? : Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 19, 2011

With all the voices /
in your head, make sure you can,/
at last, still hear Him.

Christmas-y Head: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

July 13, 2011

Green-tiled head with sanitizers of red
The green-tiled head with/
sanitizers of red looks/
Christmas-y to me.

Distance Phone Sleep Aids: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

June 10, 2011

If I move the phone/
away from my head-hands-heart,/
I can sleep better

Power Of Words: Revolutionary IMprov Poetry

June 9, 2011

Words can
be
powerful.
Damaging.
Magical.
Wonderful.

Those words
are not
“our word,”
but instead,
our words:
Those that we say
and write
right.

Those words
are also heard
in our heads.

Always ready.
Already steadily
knowing.

Though verbose,
I am not
a master of words.

They are my tools,
at times.
But other times
they scream so loudly
in my head
that they unravel,
unnerve,
weaken,
and destroy me.

To become a master
of words,
I must become the master
of my word-thoughts.

Head’s Pain Selflessness Happiness: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

August 15, 2010

Despite her head’s pain,/
she took care of mine, and so/
we were both happy.

Gifting Your Head, Not Your Nose: Romantic ConTEXTing Limerick and Haiku

August 9, 2010

Going 2 bring U a rose,/
I barely could change clothes!/
Instead I gifted/
yer head,/
not yer nose:
To art curators,/
is everything a work of/
art, or is nothing?

Things I’ve Seen, You Think: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

June 25, 2010

I’ve seen shoes, cave, bed./
Can I see inside your head?/
What are you thinking?