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Geek, Hero, inspiration, Observations, Physics, RIP, Science, Stephen Hawking, Tribute
Posted by perhapslucidity | Filed under Blogging, Jennifer Fales, Poetry, RIP Stephen Hawking, Uncategorized, Writing
14 Wednesday Mar 2018
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Geek, Hero, inspiration, Observations, Physics, RIP, Science, Stephen Hawking, Tribute
Posted by perhapslucidity | Filed under Blogging, Jennifer Fales, Poetry, RIP Stephen Hawking, Uncategorized, Writing
17 Monday Oct 2016
Posted Humor, Mondays, Poetry, Satire, Uncategorized
inI think that I shall never spy.
A poem lovely as a Sunday night.
Then Monday comes along to test.
The good intentions in my head.
Got a list of things to do today.
But all I can think to do is pray…
For the patience not to kill these folks.
Calm down. It was only (sort of) a joke.
Seriously.
It’s not like I’m totally crazed.
(I’ve got too much to do today.)
I suppose that I should just be grateful.
It’s only Mondays that feel this hateful.
19 Tuesday Jul 2016
Posted Dark Comedy, Humor, Poetry, Satire, Uncategorized, Zombies
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Comedy, Creativity, Entertainment, Fales, Horror, Humor, Jennifer Fales, Nostalgia, Sarcasm, Zombies
*Robert Frost’s poetic brains were blatantly scavenged for this*
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That needs the brains on the other side of it, And bangs its head against it in the sun; And groans and moans, a half-attentive beast. The work of zombie-hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the zombies out of hiding, To please the yelping rednecks. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at "oh shit" mending-time we find them there. I let my neighbor, with the rifle, know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the zombie line And set the wall between them and us once again.
14 Thursday Jul 2016
Posted fairy tale, Fantasy, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing
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Enchanted forest, fairies, fairy music, fairy poem, lullaby, music, Poetry, prose
This is a fragment of a poem written quite some time ago by yours truly—this portion was meant to be a lullaby and, I think, stands alone fairly well.
Look for the enchanted forest deep in the shade of forgotten trees.
Listen for the haunting strains of music carried on the breeze.
The magic, my sweetling, is there to find if your will is strong and your mind believes.
It takes a heart both young and wild to dance with the Sidhe among the leaves.
But be wary of their promises and do not tarry overlong.
For often, love, the sweetest notes begin the darkest songs.
12 Thursday May 2016
Posted #honesty, Poetry, Uncategorized
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boys, candy, life, love song, poem, racy poetry, retrospect, salad days, Sex, slutty nostalgia, the '90s, Youth
This poem is so old that I don’t remember writing it. There are eight of them at the beginning of an old journal I stuffed in a box, one in which I never finished writing. On the bright side, I now have a new old journal. In retrospect, all I can say it that I am an old bat now and that the ’90s were a marvelous, twisted time for me—easily witnessed by the fact that I titled this poem Love Song rather than something like Slutty Sugar Analogy:
Love Song
I eat boys
like candy.
Beautiful young
tight boys
with enigmatic smiles
who wear their sex
like wild cologne.
Sweet, startling
innuendo-boys
who hold their cocks
with confidence,
who drive me
like they own me.
I eat boys
like candy.
Especially those
that spank me.
Understanding,
sometimes, girls
just like it rough…