Not The Rockefellers

when she woke up this morning on the wrong side of life in a pit so low she could hang posters she never knew as the day unfolded red like an unpaid electric bill that money could not buy that force could not deliver the strength, and LOVE she provided  to keep a life gold Rene ~ 2013 For Antoinette Tuff

bed headed dandelion sunshine freckles spill out from  hole-in-the-bucket  cereal bowl daydreams tripping on shoelaces  winding gloriously green eyed  and untied jungle vines tangled up and tugging fists full  of nobody's home  knock knock jokes giggled  to a  monkey playing matchbook  love songs on a tinker toy  piano close your eyes and sing along unbelievably  off key    into the stracciatella  cirrus sky let it go kick out all the tent pegs and let it flow  Rene ~ 2013

unsprung kick the bars down set on fire the grey sails scream technicolor,wake the skies riot bright Rene ~ March 14, 2013 For d'Verse Poets Pub - Form For All~Cinquain

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

Norton's Diner, Nashua, NH Photo by Rene a sturdy burger a rich, robust cup a dash of catch up on the local scuttlebutt

"November Lace" ~ Photo by Rene marble notebook in hand she slipped away  from the fray unnoticed up to her childhood room through the bedroom window and onto the rooftop poetic: " she sat  arms hugging knees surveying life, the leafless trees spindly branches claw the sky scratching for sun, to heaven they cry psalms of wisdom, strength and grace woven in November lace"   the air felt good against her flushed cheeks a beautiful sunset was now in progress she was thankful for this she was thankful for finding her peace she belonged right here, right now to this moment Excerpted from "November Lace" by Rene Rene ~ February 9, 2013 For d'Verse Poetics: The Anecdote

something in your eyes reminds me of Alaska Sitka spruce green longings dream scraped midnight sun i would crawl hands and knees sparking Tsar-fire over the last edge of your earth to draw breath of you i would forsake my golden gods drop my armour, heavy into the hearth of dear mother for a single drink of you something in your eyes my soul pines for Alaska to count the moons on your fingers weathered perfect my thoughts linger Rene ~ January 22, 2013 Ejote for d'Verse Poets: Open Link Night #80

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

Image: public domain images i don't believe in superstitions they only breed unholy ignorance can't no rabbit's foot could ever fix i don't find trouble in fearsome digits when there are way too many demonic idiots that have me counting to six six six i ain't skeered of crossin' black cats or tippin' toes 'round every street crack to keep my mamma upright and i'm never one for cussin' when i'm given a bakers dozen 12 + 1 is perfectly fine good things for me it seems always happen in thirteens i don't know what else there is to say i guess i'm lucky lucky that way Rene ~ January 1, 2013 Happy, Lucky 2013 For d'Verse Poets Open Link Night Week 77 ~ Happy New Year!

hands at 10 and 2 i am the whole truth so help me God i swear i own this road this neck of the woods this way i'll prove it sign it in chalk and date it tear it  on the dashed line keep one half mail the other this highway's not a ribbon it's a zipper unzzzipped your land rolls into my land golden sweet delicious deep let freedom ring honest  and clear as the night  eyes wild with halogen soaked promised land  mountain songs reach up palm that star the second from the right it's no lie shhhh... let me ride Rene~December 27, 2012 for d'verse "Meet The Bar"/Postmodern Experimental

Forget-Me-Not trembles as Night leans in Tilting his head, cupping her chin Why do you shake when I am near? You are my truest love, my dear Oh dear Night, I am not afraid Just grateful for the visit paid Lost memory is what I fear You are my truest love, my dear Night smiles winking a starry eye Now, who knows you better than I? Forget-Me-Not laughs, her joy clear You. Are my truest love, my dear Rene ~ December 21, 2012 For d'Verse Poets

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

Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind  the tears  they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012

go on  an' eat your  cake on your  pretty  little plate cross  your fingers at your  ankles beautiful  fools get the best of  everthin' hid  under the  skins of careless lovers did your momma  teach you that, when she taught you  how to pray ? did your daddy  praise you when you bat  yo' eyes? you draw them in with your satin  on their sin make them weep with your  sighs go on  an' hook their  arms with your clever little  charms tell them  stories 'bout your conquests you're a child  of god jus' doin' her  daddy's work say it  enough you'll start  believin' did your momma teach you that, when she taught you  how to pray ? did your daddy praise you when you  bat yo' eyes? you draw them  in with your satin  on their sin precious little lambs led by lies Rene ~ 2013

Image ( via Magpie Tales ) Object To Be Destroyed ~ Man Ray I often wonder where you've gone usually after I've had a bit of fun you never wait for me, or anyone for that matter always on your way noiselessly spinning healing wounds dispensing tinctures making fools in circles you are cursed, blessed sucked and wasted try as I might you will not be forced or hurried you are what I wish for more than anything yet when I have you in my hands all I want to do is kill you Rene ~ December 2, 2012 For Magpie Tales

i got your back sugar i'm se-ri-ous as a heart attack i'm clear and i'm present on target to capture and own it whenever you've got to unclench, i'll be your monkey, your wench gonna shake your la-gun-a whis-per all them magic words to ya i got your back lover just you stop, now and let it all go come slide on home honey fill me up now just let it all flow Rene ~ 2013

Image via Magpie Tales I always said I'd wait for you til the cows came home a problem since I live nowhere near a farm and seldom is heard an E I E I O outside of PS 152 yet here I sit for years forever and a Tuesday through radio days and long distance nights I am your eternal Gibraltar your faithful winged backed rude world blinder in time I may go but today, like every day I stand guard, ready to serve as Gershwin melodies crumble through windows and walls turn to clay Rene ~ 2013 For Magpie Tales

November Lace, 2009, Rene Foran It was nearly 90 degrees in that cozy little kitchen the smell of home cooking had attached itself to every molecule of every acrylic holiday sweater her every effort to help prepare the feast was waved off and redirected to the family room where a stony, silent, football viewing Mt Rushmore occupied the couch, a loveseat, and three folding chairs she wandered down  to the basement where she was years removed from the circle and miles behind the conversation so she drifted along searching where was her world? where was her piece? where did she belong? she slipped away  from the fray unnoticed up to her childhood room through the bedroom window and onto the rooftop poetic: " she sat arms hugging knees surveying life,  the leafless trees spindly branches claw the sky scratching for sun, to heaven they cry p...

derelict love rise above the lust of broken wings to mend you pretend all's well split seam hell spills no tell secrets across jet-stream vignette postcards from your heart to the hard of flight to hold tight reign *on a love insane Rene ~ November 8, 2012 For d'Verse Poets FormForAll-Than Bauk The Than Bauk is a climbing rhyme of Burmese origin

The thing I remember most about Esme was that amidst her thrift store furnishings she had one of those French provincial type telephones. The kind that Elizabeth Taylor had in Butterfield 8.  She'd say that all the time too, most likely while fingering a crumb of Captain's Wafer out of her cleavage and delicately placing it in her mouth like Beluga caviar...  "Same fuckin' phone as was in da movie." Esme's world was a gyre of Paul Klee paintings, Popular Club pantsuits with Hermes scarves, teak tv trays, and Taster's Choice Instant Coffee. "Honey, just put in a splash of half and half and then a spoonful of Cremora...Tastes just the same and you'll save on the cream." On Sundays, we'd watch Masterpiece Theatre while sipping on SaveMart Tea in Royal Doulton bone china cups.  Pinkies up. That was pure Esme.  Indulge commonly. Live mightily.  Rene ~ November 1, 2012 For d'verse poets "Meeting The Bar" challenge "Po...