Not The Rockefellers

Public domain image via vintageprintables.com the day i found my ways i caught myself in a tangle tightly twined  around a forkful of  spaghetti from a can't  just pullin' the wool  over easy under the radar love, life, and my pursuits; a hapless sock thread ensnared by a tack on the threshold  unwinding, revealing a novice habit trail from door to table, to chair, to bed just livin' but barely breaking a sweat  smokin' a bowl of dead ends Is that all there is? Peggy Lee, blinked lookin' for  high bars in low places forcin' a smile, though her eyes ordered a double some things are better left unsaid but winked at?...hell yeah I caught your act, you charlatan  I say, strippin' off my socks  I know your ways You ought to play  out in the mud in your good shoes  maybe, someday Finally Rene~July 2013 For 100 Word Song The so...

such a grand old fear that one  the empty page unlit by a new moon fresh times  of dark realization of who and what we truly are we are  holes furiously burned into blinding white paper that no amount of wine prayer,charm or pleading fill so we fuck we fuck to favor our gods and kill our darlings We fuck to free worlds ! worlds like wheels spinning 'round and 'round great expectant moon sanctuaries built on body heat and dirty work we fuck for the thrill of pearls charmed from snakes and silk purses we fuck  for letters from unfaithful muses we fuck for one more midnight enjambment  one more  psalm of inspiration in a keening fuck moan  Writers. Fuck. Rene~2013 Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas via Magpie Tales For 100 Word Song This week's prompt "Dirty Work" by Steely Dan For the love of our words We are fools

Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka you never baked pies that weren't worth the penance why the hell try you never learned how to keep your hands to myself saw no reason why you drew crooked lines with sharp knives, in quicksand (maybes) set in stone got your momma's hair and your daddy's long, long legs rolling soul is your own did i never see? your feet barely grazed the ground i told myself lies time to let you go cut your threads out of my nest gypsy moths fill the sky ......................... it was a fine fall and apples were in season when i said goodbye Rene ~ March 29, 2013 For 100 Word Song - Sorry For It All and Magpie Tales

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall  you are the morning sun on my neck and the moon over my shoulder am i the maddest hot magician of your rogue imagination you are my true astrological high and the puller of my tides i ride the waves of your affection balancing physics and nature you are an unfinished blood sonnet a night song a prophet of rhyme i run without stopping to breathe in catching you as you turn away you remind me with the truest eye such great love is not a given i stand tall in the force of your truth kiss your head and leave you to go Rene ~ March 10, 2013 For Magpie Tales , 100 Word Song and d'Verse Poets The 100 Word Song prompt is "Better Dig Two" by The Band Perry and is my d'Verse Poetics: InterActions song choice

"She stared at the sun" ~ photo by Rene you once told me  you were your daddy's  favorite mistake a cute as a button  nut on a crooked  little branch on a leaning family tree you were paprika  in the sugar bowl  no one said  a damn word  scooping around the rust  stirring their tea, nodding how do you, do you, do, dear? elephants soft shoed across the dining room table no one clapped but you said, some one hollered, bring on the giraffes! home sweet half way  home Rene ~ February 27, 2013 For 100 Word Song This week's prompt: Elvis Costello's "Brilliant Mistake" Do you feel inspired? Come on and write along! It would be cool to see some Magpie folks on the Mr. Linky :)

B e that heartbeat like music to my ears one that makes me sing harmony playfully around an upright piano or tangled up in the sheets B e that sinful filling in my cupcake the one worth the weight naughtily teasing me away from the 9 to 5 and into your wicked game B e that welcomed back rub on weary shoulders the kind that never ends miraculously fixing me kneading my troubles gone as fast as your hands can B e that one true, fine love i let in the kind that builds up constantly unconditionally bathing lost, abandoned corners in undying perfect light Rene ~ February 3, 2013 If February makes you shiver, get under those covers and dream :) Central Library, Manchester, UK , Robin Gosnall For: Magpie Tales 100 Word Song- this weeks song prompt "Strength" by The Alarm Poets United and d'Verse Poets #Open Link Nite Phew!

Albert de Belleroche, 1885, head and shoulders of a young woman You're late...                                                     Tell me again,                                                    Why am I here? Just pull your hair back follow my lead Do I have anything between my teeth?                                 ...

Image ( via Magpie Tales) Google Images blood stains freckle snow-white linen like rusted lace cover me with wild adrenaline sloppy,  split lip  apologetic kisses i hide my face yet  still i hear sharp-edged  marbles  in your mouth tumbling over scotch rocks and little red last straws nobody knows this more that doesn't  meet  their eye no news  is good weather no bruise dear it'll get better we soothe ourselves with lullabies and true lies just rest now, dear leave hold  of your world pull up a chair let go of my hair the taste of bile  once on your lips, how quick the monster slips  i wait i pray you drift soon, soundly sweetly a little boy on soiled sheets a broken spirit spinning webs i lick my wounds under cover my jaw locked my mind loaded Rene ~ January 10, 2013 d'Verse Poets, Meeting The Bar-The Medium Is The Message For 100 Word Song This weeks song: "Debonair by T...

Image: PublicDomain.com God, man It's been a long time since I've had someone whistle in my kitchen It's quite the delight Ahhh...you made coffee And you're making french toast! You are a saint You gotta fiddle with that knob on the left rear burner Like this It's a pain in the butt sometimes Personally, I think it just likes the extra attention Mmm...your ear smells like cinnamon not fair, man, that... not fair at all your ass looks better in my sweatpants than mine does I now have to kill myself After I eat a loaf of french toast, though You want some orange juice? freshly squeezed...somewhere Tell me, again Why is it we never were? Rene ~ January 5, 2013 For 100 Word Song The song prompt was Dan Fogleberg's Same Old Auld Lang Syne This is my spin on the classic

when you fell from  your mother you were the apple of her eye such a dear beloved  little babe black thorns twisting in your cry and squirming fertile, wild agendas taking seed inside the walls could never hold you back damned, if they didn't try your momma  prayed for you, singing all through  the night you grew tall in the  sunshine picking diamonds from the ire a fearless reckless, streetwise lamb braiding rattlers into wire your bleeding sacred, burnished heart pulsed red hot open fire the walls could never hold you back damned,  if they didn't try your momma  prayed for you, singing all through  the night Rene ~ December 13, 2012 For 100 Word Song and Meeting the Bar

i could write a  book or a tele- novela bleed the worlds out across my  coffee table sticky scribblings tattoo banana skins will you call me or am i  "it" again you chase me i chase you you tease me i kiss you we fall down you say  you still love her then i get up yeah, whatever i could  kick your ass or rub your back forever you annoy me with all your  guilty pleasures i'd like to  flick you just like a cigarette but then I'd sneak around and light you up again you chase me i chase you you tease me i kiss you we fall down you say  you still  love her then i give up yeah, whatever Rene ~ 2013 For 1oo Word Song This weeks song is "Are You Experienced?" Jimi... Love Some days it can leave you feeling not necessarily stoned, but beautiful And then other days not necessarily alone, but lonely

Image from public domain files this new awakening has stirred up my sensibilities comfortable truths like worn out shoes can't support me now i walk the line between safe and perfectly reckless barefoot on the edge of a sea glass mountain waiting for the push or the shove or the fall as i stand here still stuck in this borrowed dress, life and time laughing at the imagined cocktail party talk that would undoubtedly ring through the parlor of my funeral i'll bet you never thought she go'an do a thing like that feckin' brave, her taking the jump knowin' the fall good love'll do that to a body may we all fall so hard Rene~October 23, 2012 For 100 Word Song it is my new thing to take it to 111 Cuz I'm a punk like that @writesidemama, aka “mama” has chosen this week’s  writing prompt song, Falling To Pieces from Faith No More. All about indecision. I know from that. Th...

she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns ambushed, my heart leapt when i heard a bird call, her breath of life she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice she was an anchor, an ocean,and my spirited ticket to ride i gnawed away at the tether, unaware of the life line i hold, waiting like a child, the loose end of her crimson thread Rene ~ October 10, 2012 Trying my hand at form of poetry known as Korean Sijo a departure for me because I'm a flighty free verse girl. I learned of this form from my friend and fellow poet Marian at Runaway Sentence Girl can write. I hope I've done the form justice. Lastly, this is a submission for 100 Word Song , hosted by my friend and fellow writer, Lance from My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. I went over the 100...

Magpie Tales image: Black Dog, Zelko Nedic i winked holding my tongue to the fire, choking til you cried uncle enough you said, enough you're burnin' down something the lord made praise god you wanna save me i'm a monster i wanna break you shave your head bald and own you run away now before you can't get enough many a field has a broken winged bird in need of a savior you are better off where unconditional love spills like wine you said easy love is not what you are after you frighten me you don't know what you say you don't know what you say Rene ~ July 2012 Lucky me! I was chosen by Leeroy at 100 Word Song to provide this weeks musical inspiration! Lucky you! "Ladies and gentlemen the next song is a dance, a damn good one The name of the song is 'It Cuts Like A Buffalo' by The Dead Weathers... and you know what that means, it means you're dead." So sayeth Jack White. Rockin'...

night and day head and shoulders pressed to your door heart waiting for the treasured sweep of your step a cough a sweet tender word whispered into?!? surely it's just the silken petals of midnight vespers whisked away to a benevolent deity or maybe the wind is to blame! hush, hush no matter, darling slit the throat of that truth there could not be a  more deserving ear than i the one who waits ready to pounce and devour whole the sacred and the secret flesh you lavishly, dangerously  toss you fuel me i thank you, oppa day and night Rene ~ July 2012 For 100 Word Song This weeks song is #1 Crush by Garbage. I've always thought it was a creepy song about fanatical love along the lines of Every Breath You Take by The Police and the superfreakingly skin crawling version of Night And Day by U2... My poem is inspired by the buck wild, hella crazy segment of Korean pop fandom know as sasaeng. Just go on and google them for some shocking,...

Image:Public Domain, Linda Allardice if you could see you would openly weep at the sight of them you would be on your knees begging for a ride though i didn't know her  from adam or the man in the moon i believed her and nodded she smiled and it was good i offered her a cigarette she pretended to refuse (for heavens sake) as i lit it up she took a long drag like an old soul we can never be angels she purred don't that make you wanna cry? we can be saints if we want to i just haven't got the time Rene ~ July 2012 Thank you for the shove Lance For 100 Word Song ~ All you need to know is right here The song prompt is "She Talks To Angels" by the Black Crows. I'm supposed to include the video with this post but I can't for the life of me make that happen. Lame but true. Flog me.