Chimera.
The beast stalks me,
Sinking its sharp teeth
First into my joints,
Then setting its evil eyes
On my liver and heart. Continue reading ‘The Beast’
Archive for March, 2008
29
Mar
The Beast
29
Mar
Mimi
Mimi
Songbird
Where do you fly to now?
Out of your golden cage
And onto your stage.
A queen in all your bling bling,
Fly far away from “Sing Sing”,
And fly away home
To a room of your own.
Written 3/24/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
29
Mar
Kakhee
Kakhee -
One flash of black and blue
Flew
Are you real?
You steal
My bangles
And make my nerves
Jangle.
My silverware’s gone -
Was it you all along,
Kakhee?
Written 3/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
29
Mar
Eye Language
I can speak with my eyes,
Tell whole stories with glances
Or looks
That can hook
When eye-windows don’t face the
Pages of a book.
Could I write the books
Of love, life, passion, and hate?
Maybe my eyes hold my fate.
Written 3/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
April isn’t quite here yet, but I am beginning my revolution a bit early. If you don’t know what the heck I’m talking about, see: http://ravenswingpoetry.wordpress.com/2008/03/19/the-revolution-will-be-poeticized/.
22
Mar
Mystery
A mystery wrapped in skin,
An enigma within;
A sweater, unique and true -
Can I unravel you?
Written 3/22/2008
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
19
Mar
Revolution Now
I believe in a revolution.
I believe in an evolution
Of various verse
And poetry for the people.
Continue reading ‘Revolution Now’
19
Mar
The Poet
Given to fly in a lyrical delight,
Words, on rafts of their own
Rush forth, as often they’re prone
From my fingers, dancing in flight
On plastic keys by their own might.
Never brighter has the sun shone
When I wax lyrical to the barest bone
And I sing happy or in deepest plight.
My gift, a delight - I am kindred with bards
And songwriters modern, gentle men
Or women who play their poetic cards.
Able is my collective of ten
To dance for common honky-tonk bars,
Or cathedrals. To sing, I yen.
Written Sometime in 2004
© 2004 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
19
Mar
Hungry
Hunger -
Rising in my belly,
Brewing in my chest;
A gnawing need gnashing its teeth on my soul.
This goes beyond mere appetite,
Beyond the mountain tip-top of want
(The dastardly beast which growls in my flesh
And reminds me that I am a
Woman
And not a disembodied head of ponderings
Or a deep violet bucket of melancholy and feeling).
Continue reading ‘Hungry’
In honor of National Poetry Month (April), I have chosen to write 100 poems during the month of April! (Most of) these will be posted on this blog.
For more details on the month-long revolution, please visit http://fringemonkey.wordpress.com/2008/03/18/lets-start-a-revolution/.
Happy (Early) National Poetry Month!
-Nicole
18
Mar
Lent
Lent –
Our darkness.
We lent our darkness to the Lord
Long ago –
Continue reading ‘Lent’
18
Mar
To A Girl
This was written about the girlfriend of an acquaintance. We’d barely met, but his story of her was so spectacular that it was hard not to notice and not to feel anything at all. After this, I began to think - and realize - that her personal struggle is not unlike my own. So for her, I wrote “To A Girl”. Enjoy.
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You say you want to make memories,
Holding photographs inside your head – for you,
Sweet and black tinged, pink and mood indigo.
15
Mar
The Watcher
I watch life through hourglass eyes
As times drips down, eluding the wise;
Life moves past me, a dance of compromise
And I watch who loves, who lives, and who dies.
Continue reading ‘The Watcher’
08
Mar
J.M.S.
I followed your maps
I followed the legends
I walked your rivers,
connected your words,
and see your face.
Patti passed you your torch.
Now you pass me mine.
Written 2/26/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
08
Mar
Gethsemane
I am posting this poem because Good Friday approaches. I tried to capture an image of Jesus, and what he might have been thinking and feeling in those final moments in Gethsemane before he was arrested. Presumptuous, perhaps, but I still tried.
-Nicole
Continue reading ‘Gethsemane’
08
Mar
Bleed
I weep for you
And for us. All of us.
The storm rages on inside
A velvet heart,
Ripping it to pieces,
Tearing it apart.
If I could bleed outside,
I would -
But I suffice to bleed from within.
02
Mar
Please Tell Me
For Monisha
Please tell me you went not silently
Into a not-so-gentle night, and that your
Giant voice of redwood
Wasn’t silenced after all.
Continue reading ‘Please Tell Me’
02
Mar
To The Musician
Wrap safety and caution around you, for
Girls and women may intertwine
Your fingers, easy as those vibrant strings.
Do you play their heart’s harp, sublime?
02
Mar
Arizona, Remembered
Red rocks stand in regiment lines
Against God’s painted skies;
For desert beauty my mind’s eye pines,
For canyons wrinkled like the wise
And grand rouge stands in childhood eyes.
His paintbrush dances on rocky faces -
I yearn for those exquisite places.
02
Mar
Good Morning
Fog floats gray in morning skies
Barely have strength to open my eyes
Coffee’s aroma bids me to rise
Good morning
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