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kwilhelmina 
12:44pm, July 25, 2009
I wrote a poem yesterday first one in several months and I wrote 3 pages in my auto-bio. Nice start for someone who is always tired.
Shouting Voices
By: K. Wilhelmina Floria
03/28/09
Infectious disease,
contagious virus,
communicable, transmittable,
epidemic,
Madness.
Undiscriminated, undirected,
flamboyant, ostentatious,
plausible, erratic,
a quandary of conflict,
War
Jostled from tranquil dreams,
caffeine free jittery,
erratic days,
daubed happiness,
Possibilities.
Sprinkle my daily bread with jubilation,
fill my heart with contentment,
destroy madness,
cease war,
embrace possibilities,
Aspirations.
Louder then shouting voices,
my scribbled ink screams.
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Ooooo....liked yours! And here's one for you!
P.S. Thanks for the heads-up about the poetry site...I, too, am in one.
dance
i try to be simple
to seek small truths
to peer through windows
not blackened by despair
but it is hard
this simple life
for i see women burnt by life
dancing on charred feet.
behind dark panes
their eyes grow dim
as muted lanterns
of former selves
their hair appears
as battered wings
and faces flit
like dusky moths
a smile shatters
the moon's placid face
jagged stars pierce the sky
as round and round
they twirl and dance
in a never ending spiral
for the flame that draws
is love,
hidden in insufficient shadows
jamsnjaz
p.s.
Meant to tell you way to go on your writing!
jamsnjaz
Oh you are good. You have insight. Here's another of mine this I wrote when I found out I had Lupus and COPD
I Flirted with Lucifer
By: K. Wilhelmina Floria
Blood stain panties,
the scent of lust.
Lucifer winks,
tempting,
future thrills,
treats, and party favors,
from Hades host.
It’s called tobacco,
Suck its sweetness in your lungs,
Exhale it through your nose and mouth.
Ahhhhah!
The tastes of sin against myself.
In Lucifer’s’ face,
I twirled my ass,
seductively smiled.
He treated me to maryjane,
I held her in my lungs,
Until my brain couldn’t breath,
I released her,
euphoria floated in my head.
Lucifer, oh so kind,
These gifts of freedom choice.
I teased for his affection,
longed for his attention.
Wild Irish Rose, Night Train, Brass Monkey.
Liquid candy, sweetly upset the belly.
Left my mind fuzzy,
my mouth releasing defecation.
Oh Lucifer, Lucifer,
what liars they were.
You’re not bad,
you take good care of me.
Tabs of acid,
prescription pills.
freeze my tongue, lips and gums,
cocaine oh yum.
I was so greedy,
I wanted, I needed,
ALL!
Freaky sex,
tobacco,
reefer,
liquid candy,
recreational drugs.
MORE, MORE, MORE!!!!
I didn’t know how to refuse.
I cheated addiction,
I cheated HIV,
I cheated homelessness.
But I couldn’t cheat fate.
Gods’ vengeance prevails
just sucked the air right from my lungs,
presented me with the gift of emphysema,
maybe,
maybe if I partied in moderation,
No, No!!
that’s just stinking thinking.
I batted my bedroom eyes,
and flirted with the devil,
I wasn’t too shy to dance,
I must pay the price,
I crave oxygen,
And sleep, oh blessed sleep.
I partied hard,
I had fun,
now it’s time to pay,
an autoimmune disease is fighting me,
and Lucifer is still tempting me.
While God watches my
freedom of choice.
9/27/08
kwilhelmina
Wow you two...both of you. Totally , creatively talented. I stand amidst true poetress'es! (Is that a word? It is now...k?) I love your poems. Such emotional release...as I said already...WOW!
BreatheEasy
I gotta tell you....it is so absolutely, wonderfully, deliciously good to find another that loves words as much as I! Your poems inspire me to write..and that is such a good healing thing....I am so glad we found each other! This one is of such truth and honesty. Just amazing. I'll be back in a bit with one for you. :o)
jamsnjaz
just to clarify...i was referring to your poem when i remarked on its truth and honesty.
now, here's mine:
woman
i am a candle
enclosed in clear crystal
whose flickers of life
create coloured glass
i am invisible
as a sparrow
left alone on a branch
whose song sings
of love
against borrowed time
i am a constellation
awash in the ocean of night
whose stars create waves
of wanton delight
i am a skin sack
packed with all the complexions
of a tumultous life
and my wine spills like dandelions
on promiscuous lips
i am a bright butterfly
that flies with one wing
to lie softy on shadow filled dreams
i am a woman:
a stone
that shines on the coast
a memory
of lilacs and harps
a snail
born with a caul on my head
a hut
for all the world's tribes
abide in my breast
jamsnjaz
I love all metahpors in this poem espcially who sing songs against borrowed time. Iy's so deep I'm drowning with two thumps up.
Here's another of mine. I think I put it as a journal entry this mornimg. But that's a blur. I went to see SS doctor and had to wait for my ride like 3 hours, I walked to get breakfast and walked back to meet the bus that was a total of 9 city blocks. I came in and sleep for a couple of hours. Still got more snoozes in me.
Have I gone mad?
By: K. Wilhelmina Floria
A metaphysical equation,
an exact scientific formula situation,
for that which has no answer.
Somersaulting into an abyss of confusion,
rising from crystallize illusions.
Bits and bytes of a techno world.
A matrix of gigabyte,
and elaborate program.
Have I gone mad?
A world inside my world,
out side myself.
A tranquil haze.
A holographic reality.
Tobacco sedative,
…… inhale……. exhale
AHHHHH!!!!!
Polluted lungs,
filtered air,
canned oxygen.
Big brother spy,
paranoid am I?
No where to hide.
Have I gone mad?
Cyber dreams,
quantum physics.
Nightmares,
an illusional reality,
a viral infection,
shutting down progression.
OMG!!!!!
I have gone mad!
Hidden in plain sight,
truth untold.
A serpent kisses,
breast fed venom.
Close is the distance of confusion.
Healthy is this diseased mind.
Distorted.
Void of rationality.
Light shall be the darkness,
darkness shall be the light.
The greatness of nothing will triumph
Upgrade,
Download
Shutdown
Reboot
Have I gone mad?
Have I?
Have I?
Yes, yes,
I HAVE GONE MAD!!!!!!
10/21/08
kwilhelmina
9 city blocks??????? Wow! That is so good (as is your poem). I see you live in N.Y. - it always looks so busy in the movies and t.v. Me? I live in the semi-boondocks with assorted deer, squirrel, raccoons, bats, skunks and the like. Kinda freaked me out the first time I saw a bat and skunk in the garage (seperately, of course). I let them both have the garage - wasn't going to argue over that one - because I figured they would eventually leave, which they did. I think in my photos there's a pic of a spider that I was really engrossed in - watched it build its web, then its cocoon for its little ones and took its photo while it was finishing it up. A friend saw it and told me she thought it was a black widow. She was right. I sure have a lot to learn about the country. hahahahaaha
Have a happy day....
Later, gator!
jamsnjaz
P.S.
Maybe you need to start a new page? We're really filling this one up!
jamsnjaz