Not The Rockefellers

"Ponytail" by Last Exit up from the soles a restless silken quake this life this absolute death a serenade unapologetic Rene ~ May 26, 2013 For Magpie Tales

Image: public-domain.com sabre tooth dagger bright killer silently waits prey on the threshold Rene ~ January 3, 2013 Careful out there, man

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

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

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...

I will keep my eyes upon you above all else minding not the storm or thirst for light hands circled around hope waiting joyfully for a comforting touch gateway to a better place hold me as I have held you in the sublime sanctuary of the heart Rene ~ August 2012 For Magpie Tales Inspired by Sydney Carton and A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens Image: Under Windsor Bridge by Adolphe Valette ( via Magpie Tales)

still water pierced a dark crown rises spilling down red spinning  twelve hell broken loops of infinity into black ungently damming earth and pummeling sky with wishboned branches of fatal torment we all gasp numbly nodding as the hungry asp devours itself asleep a soaking rain taps the roof and echoes through glass houses this morning Rene ~ July 2012 For Magpie Tales Image: figure 8, Franz Kline

artwork by Jack Vettriano             he died in her arms i was kissing the kids goodnight she didn't deserve that honor i don't deserve the shame of the awful truth she hid beneath my perfume infidelity has a way of entering the room silently and then pulling the floor out a tug here, a drag there at first you think you're imagining things then Gibraltar tumbles beware those passing fancies my dears they just may be the death of you Rene ~ July 2012 Inspired? Check out The Mag    

le toits rouges ~ marc chagall 1953-54 it's an endless space that blessed place of nails and prophecy where an angry bridegroom mourns a bride he never knew where a lost soul wanders and jingles a beggar's purse sized heart where kisses soothe like wine or sting like fire ants where a mother holds her son singing safe tonight it's an endless space that blessed place of nails and prophecy where the moon passes over red roofs bright rene ~ April 2013 for The Mag

a reputation on trial dirt from the offending transgression under many pointed fingernails yet this sin was her name her sin alone they summoned him to begin the breaking of a body to dust locked and loaded they waited comfortably blind to a fault he held up a stick as he listened to testimonials solid as stone towers silently picking away at their foundations counting each speck knowing each name spelling truths in the sand he sang all you righteous pitiful fools look at the bottom of your filthy soles i've got news for you eyes burned open wide stained hands thudded stones to earth unspent go on and walk away free and uneasy now walk the way of peace from now on Peace ~ Rene *Previously published and reworked for d'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Image: ParkeHarrison Magpie Tales when the dark presses faith scatters like paper lit on fire courage rises and pratfalls darkly down waxed hospital corridors prayers soaked in sour wine blister the tongue unanswered the body a vessel the soul a marionette hijacked, voiceless help me if you can reach me here i am Rene~March 2012 for d'Verse Poets "The Nightmare" by Henry Fuseli

Image credit: Duane Michals Magpie Tales look at them just look at them oh that beautiful pair the them, the they the sum total of a celestial equation but who am i now that i'm alone by myself i'm too afraid to know but... that i do i am what i am a victim of a time jester's truth a crone, a nobody tossed overhead smashed underfoot superstition's deathbed bride seven white candles burning bright a puff of breath a ring of fire a cracked mirror, mirror crazed, silent yet still i am alive Rene ~ March 2012

if i only knew where he went i'd go and fetch him throwin' im over me back dancing all the way home this is the strangest garden a place to blossom without root a place for flight without wings so easy to get carried away talking about the beauty of where we all end up instead of living making the most of where we start Rene ~ March 2012 For Magpie Tales Image by Uzengia Alexsander Nedic

you knew the light bent it in your favour & leapt gracefully across hearts cheeks and shoulders rouged chromatic incandescent pretending the dark had no claim over your lonely clumsy soul Rene ~ February 2012

My first thought at seeing this weeks Magpie photo prompt (below) was "There's always room for Jell-O". I then read the sentence under the photo.... "a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow" No room for Jell-O there. As sweet and non-filling as it is... ~ you can't take it with you that's a bone hard fact but you certainly can leave a little something for dessert behind... a gift to the world a memento a trinket or two of your time spent here on this rock. what would you leave your jewels your words your mother's eyes your father's voice what would you give to a world that held you ~ a deep fear of mine is leaving you alone behind worse than that is you leaving me before your time ~ Ahhh life. How's it going so far? Like my friend Braja reminds me Don't forget to laugh Rene ~ February 2012 For Magpie Tales "a grave in the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow"

Image: Bert Stern Inspired? Check out Magpie Tales they tickle you with tinsel roll you in pretty paper and set you on fire they place you on the lips of dream makers housewives and presidents pulled in you become oxygen you slip out smoke and mirror smiling drifting, scratching life's a french inhaled curlicue and it's sweet for a time before they put you to sleep a thousand years stretched out like a cat in the bed of an H  happy birthday to you all Hollywood  and  good night Rene ~ December 2011 Happy New Year

Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales I always end up at Gate of Heaven after the pub, but before dinner drownin' in liquid amnesia it's safer under the oaks away from them and selfishly envious of feckin' Able Moore. Lucky bastard, dying like he did war hero, soldier, saint not a livin', sufferin' forgotten, faceless sonofabitch bummin' cigarettes from snot nosed brats at the Seven Eleven Remember me? I didn't always run and hide on the Fourth of July pissin' myself in terror Tell me Don't you goddamn remember me? I don't feckin' care if you don't But oh my Jesus, don't you forget to remember me, Able when I come into your kingdom don't you dare, man don't you goddamn dare Rene ~ November 2011 Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is often suffered silently. Click here for more information.

Lake Sunapee, Sunapee NH photo by Rene  with light comes leaving a slow, sure lifting anchor the heavy, full heart Rene ~ August 19, 2011 For Daddy

i don't like eggs but you knew this already i know you're thinking such a terrible waste but it's not, you see i'm feeding them to the dog she loves them just as much as i know she loved you and the way you walked her as if every single thing she sniffed mattered to you as well sorry, dear pardon my red wine opera crowd violin string tugging (your words) i ramble at breakfast like a fussy percolator but you knew this already morning is when i am most honest and vulnerable i know that's why you left after dinner oh god dammit you i miss you so much what i did before us is a mystery and what i do now is insanity i'm frying up eggs just to smell them again and to perhaps coax you down, from wherever you are for breakfast did you know i believe that there is still a ghost of a chance Rene Foran ~  April 2011 photo by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales click for more info