Silence Most Beautiful

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conversations

not much any longer

why should I

for lack of words spoken creates more space for a mind

to be filled with words to be placed into poetry lines

later

 

green is the grass from all the rain we are having

beautiful are the trees leafing and the flowers blooming

sad is a heart that has been broken many many times

yet

 

yet life is what it is

and I would rather see the grass be green than brown

and I would rather see the trees have many leaves on them

than without leaves at all

and I would rather see flowers bright and beautiful than see

dead stalks

 

and hell, a sad heart can always become happy when the eyes

open up and see new life given to many things by seeing Spring

open up her arms and have to the sun to share its warmth

 

conversations

no, I don’t have many any longer

 

instead I have allowed mother-nature to take over

and leave room in my mind for other words to come

to create one, maybe two, who knows maybe one thousand

poems in the future

 

conversations

 

yes…

I lack those

however 

I am not missing much

for…

 

A Colorful Spring is

(read the title again)

 

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de-thorning the red rose bush…

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voices in rhyme then rhythm

they are loud at times and then

a whisper to silence

 

the library

 

yes the library once again

and this time,

it is not filled with faces much younger

than mine

 

the library …

that  has space for something

anything but not all things

yet is a place for me to write temporarily

a dryer blowout and one has to sacrifice

to have dry clothes

right…

yes right

 

in my walk today I gathered the sound of silence

and put it in my pocket to take home to use later

if I need to use it

in my walk today I gathered the blue in the sky and

placed it in my mind for when sadness comes to visit

and I also placed the colour of the sun in my mind for

my heart to be filled with love when I am near jumping

onto the sharp-edged rock of negativity

 

blue sky

yellow sun

 

de-thorning the red rose-bush

 

 

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insight on a word that is nothing more than a word…”fuck,” you say

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now pick your chin up off of your desk

feel me now when I say, “Fuck!”

 

‘fuck’

a great word to say actually

when nothing goes right or even when

things are fine

it is a word

a simple little word that at times makes

one feel good to just say it

now,

if you have a problem with me saying it

then get over it

 

fuck

and simply fuck off

yeah sort of silly really but hey

when you dig into my place here and

when you take my words and then turn

them into yours then I will write whatever

I want to write

and if I decide to say, “Fuck You!”

then you can for sure take it personal

 

no need for a copyright here for I do not

recall when the word ‘fuck’ was copyrighted

 

a word-smith in the city library…not a chance of that happening today

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walking in the rain is a pleasure for me as

one knows

or so if they know me really

therefore,

I put on my shoes and grabbed my umbrella

and then slowly walked down the street to

the city library looking for peace and wanting

to write

I run into an old friend and we talk for a few

as she types out an email to her brother

and suddenly the rush of young faces start

showing up one after another

high school is now out for the day

 

hmmm…

the last few days have been a bit off beat

for it has not been the norm

norm for me is writing or creating something

yet writing and creating something is slow to go

I sit here at the library this evening typing

words to not really write anything having purpose,

meaning, or reason to reason dropping the ‘ing’

 

typing it is my way just to keep my fingers and mind

in practice

even worse it is noisy here and so the mind-block

continues

sitting here with people much much younger

than I can be a hinderance as well

no writing about walking in the rain and feeling

the romance of birds singing and clear drops of

water hitting the face

to be quite frank,

I have not a clue as to why I am actually sitting

here trying to write something

maybe it is because for the last few days I have

not been able to motivate myself to be creative

 

and so by now and as you know…

this is not a poem or a writing for any purpose

for any reason to reason

dropping the ‘ing’

and this is a writing that is quite boring actually

yet,

it is a writing for me to get my mind and fingers

ready to eventually write something that will be

filled with purpose and reason to reason adding

the ‘ing’ and even an ‘s’ at times

 

 

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the straw that broke this bastard’s back…

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my blood pressure has been up and down for the last

two days and it has done nothing more than take control

of my mind and I am angry…very angry!

repeated behaviors of a mother telling her daughter to have two

abortions much like the mother that came from hell and made

mommie dearest look like a saint

they enjoy trying my patients

and finally they took their last jab at me with their straw

and this is what I need to say,

 

“a mother loves her children unconditionally and she does not

encourage things that will later be the results of hatred for one’s

self.   a mother does not inflict pain upon her children by throwing

up to them what she told them to do in the first place.  how dare

you repeat such patterns that have been taught to you by the mother

that you hated so much.  yet, you repeat her steps over and over

by nothing more than pure ignorance and you enjoy seeing your

daughters hurt and you enjoy your jealousy over their youth and beauty.

you used them to keep a roof over your head and your many mens heads

for years.   you stole from me and even so far had a phone and lights put in

my name for your needs and you did the same with both your daughters

and left them both in debt by age 15 simply because the places that you did

this did not ask for proof of identification.  you repeat what had and has been

done to you and to me by calling your daughters whores and sluts, by calling

them everything but the names that you gave them, unless you need something

from them and then you do your con game with them!

they so much want to be loved and they so much want to be loved that they

will take whatever they can get from you…negative, ugly, foul, acid filled,

poison filled, vile and I would add more but you do that daily.  your second

child is hopefully going to be a mother 8 months and a week or so from now

if she can stay healthy both physically and mentally so that she does not have

another miscarriage, the child you wanted her to abort.  how will you treat

her and do me a favor do not spin your ignorance on her by encouraging her

to abort this baby.  I cannot say that I hate you but I can say that, “I truly do

not like you right now and when I think back to the many times that I had to

protect you from our mother, I now realise that I have to do the same for one of

your daughters and protect her from you.  how dare you repeat ignorance when

you witnessed what took place with a mother who hated us and we never had to

do one thing to get her to hate us…we were simply born and she hated us the day

that she realised she had girls…sad to say…you are very much like her!”  a twenty

one years old woman had finger-nails dug into her neck and was choked by you

and I am to try and see you as my sister and that I cannot do any longer.  you

finally took that last straw and broke this bastard’s back with it!  that young woman

you choked is now 27 years old and she is going to be a mother and may God be

with her daily so that she does not repeat anything like you have repeated from our

mother’s teachings.  a mother loves her children and encourages them to be all that

they can be in a positive manner…your teachings are nowhere near positive and

if she eventually ends up hating you, then you get what you gave out and in many

ways have earned!”

 

see this as fiction if you’d like…but reality can be quite damn haunting

 

 

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say…do you really want to take a trip with me into the darkness…

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come

lets you and I go into this scene and see the moonlight for what it is

and then watch it suddenly disappear

can you allow your mind to take this trip, this dark journey

deep down into darkness and even the dark is afraid of the darkness

can you go there

an axle is the weight when one carries the troubles of the world on

their shoulders

disappear the moonlight does

 

and then,

there

is

only

darkness

 

read the title again…

 

 

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riding back in the day and no it was not a bike without a motor…

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I will take the time tomorrow to re-write my writing that I had up for

one cannot take something away that lives in my mind and heart always…

Goodnight all and may your Friday be a good one…Bev B

 

it truly bothers me that some people are just damn lazy…

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After looking at my photographs today of Bluefield, West Virginia I started thinking about my photo that I posted up for all of you in my last post to see and to actually give me a bit of positive insight on it.  But, honestly I see no positive when a home can be tidied up by just simply getting on a ladder and pushing up the guttering and by bending over to pick up things that do not need to be around, ‘trash and junk’ that is.  Also, I actually seen the folks that live there and they looked pretty healthy to me.   I see no reason as to why one should allow their home to look so cluttered with little twirly gigs when that money could have been spent making improvements in all areas there!  I am not sure what that cat is thinking but if I was that cat I would not know whether to wait for mice to come out to attack or wait for the twirly gigs to twirl when the wind blows them.  There has to be some level-headed thinking to when a person owns a home, home first and then show and tells for decor come later!  I am basing things down to this when I see my photograph over and over, “Some people are just damn lazy!”  Listen or rather in this case read, I do not claim to be a saint and at times I do cuss.  I am not cussing the people who own the house, for I am simply cussing the situation!  I also love rustic things and I did capture a photograph of a window that I simply love…I would actually re-paint the frame in its same colour and scrape the overdone paint in the corners and not mess with anything else!  below is my photograph of the window…Have a great rest of the evening all and enjoy this warm weather that we are having for it is simply fantastic…Bev B

 

 

sometimes one can go overboard when liking things….

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My many walks in Bluefield, West Virginia I enjoy taking and most

often I capture great shots with my camera.  Sometimes though, there

are those days when I can get overly picky and I take shots of places

that somewhat bother me.   Yet, I have to always remember that to

each their own and well, maybe this is not as bad as it looks to me as

it may look to other people.  The positive that I seen was much colour

and the negatives I will not go into.  Your feedback would be good for me

to read so that I can see this from another point of view…Thank, Bev B

 

a ‘movie star’ I am not…but a ‘writer’ I am

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I would ask permission to be on your black hard-wood stage

floor

but, I am afraid that I would stumble when I got up from

my chair to walk

all because you would want to see me fail

more than likely the chair legs would become entangled

with mine much like your mind judged me

it must have been hell to wonder why I ask you so many

questions about you

 

 

I would ask you to share a few lines with me that you wrote

but more than likely you would say that I had not a full mind

to remember all the words

 

hell,

I would even ask you to allow me to help you with the props

but my artistic hands are not creative enough for you

 

I sit at my table alone most often

I sit and I wonder why

why am I not good enough to walk across your black hard-

wood stage floor

why am I not good enough for you at all

 

to be quite honest with you

I know for a fact that my legs would not get caught up

in the chair legs

for I learned many moons ago to slide back my chair

and get up slowly from it

I even learned a few lines of plays when taking drama

in high school and we even made the props to go on

stage

diagrams to put it altogether

no one wants to go to a play and see things in a mess

but then again,

clutter makes one think if the story lines are good

 

and so,

you now see that…

my first love was writing and writing saved me

from ever going behind a curtain

it gave me courage to actually show my face in many

different ways by using words to define me, you, they,

them, he, she and so on

 

with words,

I can make a chair dance instead of just sitting there

 

with words,

I can make many things come to life that people only see

as sitting-still objects

 

with words you see,

I can make anything be what I want it to be…

 

therefore,

 

a movie star I am not

 

but, a damn good writer I am

however, to feel the way that I feel about myself now

it has taken many years for me to come this far and

no I am not self-centered nor am I vain

for I have worked my mind over and over

and at times have even cussed for it not being as creative

as it should be

I have pushed me when no one else would

and I have pushed myself hard and the harder I pushed

the more I come to realise that my first love…

was and is writing

 

and no,

I do not always write words that will suit all

for when a writer writes they first write for them and then

they throw out a few lines here and there just to see

what people do think and then it all comes together

a writing

a writing for me and for you and  for anyone else who wants

to read it

 

I would ask permission to be on your black hard-wood stage

floor

 

but…

 

my ink-filled veins would ruin one of your scenes

 

 

 

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and this is truly my second love…one of my works in 2008…I miss my jeans and the shoes I bought at a yard sale…

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I titled this ‘City Stroll’ and I have a writing that goes with this as

well and I will eventually share that too…My second love is creating

art in abstract form and with anything that I can get my hands on…

This is my 225th post…Therefore, I am somewhat celebrating by

showing some of my older artworks that I have created in the past…

 

 

back in 2008 I captured this shot and then I played with it using graphics…and to this day, I love how it turned out…

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I decided to title it ‘Her Name Is BETH’…I also have a writing that goes with my photo and eventually I will share that as well…