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Roller Coaster

ravenswingpoetry — Sun, 08 Jun 2008 22:07:05 +0000

This was written off of a prompt from Simply Snickers, a site with prompts for poets. ~~The catch? You must rhyme in some way.~~ (I thought I had to rhyme, but I guess you don’t. Oh well. Still, I like this poem.)

I chose the Chaucerian roundel, again (easy use of forms is why I intend to master more of them) to do this thing. The prompt was to write a poem using the words “roller” and “coaster” in it. So I took the metaphoric meaning of a roller coaster instead of the literal. Enjoy.

-Nicole

You were a roller-coaster ride
taking my heart up and down
until I thought I’d drown

in a ocean created when I cried
from your cavalierness. I found
that I was easily tossed aside

when you felt unable to decide
to commit or not to be bound
to me – such a sophomoric clown!
You were a roller-coaster ride.

Written 6/8/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

Pity Party

ravenswingpoetry — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 13:29:25 +0000

This is a Chaucerian roundel written off of a prompt from Scott Wood’s journal – http://scottwoods.livejournal.com/. Today’s prompt was: “A meeting that goes on so long it becomes something other than a meeting.” Enjoy.

-Nicole

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You called us out to this spot by pretense
For something other than a emergency meeting -
You lashed us all with a verbal beating

That left us stung and smarting. Hence
Why our friendships with you are now fleeting;
You called us out to this spot by pretense.

The pain is too great for any recompense
You’d give: we sat as you kvetched on, eating
Three hours up in false blame and mistreating.
You called us out to this spot by pretense.

Written 6/6/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

Katie, Bar The Kitchen Door

ravenswingpoetry — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:51:20 +0000

This poem is viewable in the June 2008 edition of Word Catalyst Magazine:

“Katie, Bar The Kitchen Door”

-Nicole

Sunday Quiet, Sunday Breathing

ravenswingpoetry — Thu, 15 May 2008 22:00:34 +0000

Sunday quiet, Sunday breathing:
Incense smoke encircles our heads,
Books and letters disarrayed on our bed.

Silent weekend we are leaving.
Sundown sinks beneath our heads -
Sunday quiet, Sunday breathing.

Through our books we both are leafing:
Side by side, we indulge our heads
In the quiet and wisdom upon our bed -
Sunday quiet, Sunday breathing.

Written 5/11/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

Beg, Borrow, or Steal

ravenswingpoetry — Thu, 15 May 2008 22:00:05 +0000

For Pete’s sake, don’t take the title literally. Read in a bit further.
-Nicole
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Beg, borrow, or steal:
Somehow through living, you lose your soul
If mere survival’s your only goal.

Don’t trade illusions for what’s real.
Paycheck to paycheck will take it’s toll.
Beg, borrow, or steal:

Fail to dream, forget to feel!
Blind to treasure, you’ll become a mole
If mere survival’s your only goal.
Beg, borrow, or steal…

River Song

ravenswingpoetry — Wed, 14 May 2008 12:24:42 +0000

You and me and the river made three,
A summer’s baptism under moonlight:
I’ve never forget that August night.

Alone and naked, yet cloaked were we,
Cloaked by a blanket of ink-and-gold night;
You and me and the river made three.

Away from the shame that judging eyes see,
And away from the puritan’s prudish fright
Of what we might do on that starry gold night,
You and me and the river made three.

Tragedy

ravenswingpoetry — Tue, 13 May 2008 23:10:34 +0000

A man, a deer in headlights. Knives
Caught him before his year had ended:
A mother’s hopes and dreams suspended.

Behind him, a shattered girl survives,
Seeking a serene dream that’s mended.
A man, a deer in headlights. Knives

Vibrate the nervous in campus lives.
They wait now for a summer splendid,
When aftermaths and tears have ended.
A man, a deer in headlights – knives.