On Valentine's Day

Author's Note: If you read the last post, well, hopefully this will help make you feel less awful. Or stop shaking your head at me.

It was written for someone who popped into my head as a pretty great gal. I do not have a Valentine this year, which I think might actually be a first for me, but that's alright.

I hope you enjoy it.

*****

I would have sent you daffodils
but hope this will do instead
for my favorite flower pales, it seems
to the beauty you possess
A box of chocolates or Hallmark card
could have made their way to you
Yet the chocolates couldn't be as sweet
Nor would the card be true
For cards they speak of love and such
or would say, "Oh please, be mine!"
But I'm not in love, nor could I claim
Ownership of one so fine
Your quiet strength and gentle laugh
the subtle way you smile
Make birds go quiet and nature pause
to admire you for awhile
So who am I? Well, I'm just me
who thought of you today
I don't need to be your Valentine,
only wanted to have my say.

68

Author's Note: The following was written just after the previous poem "Deer in the Headlights". We were eating really yummy pie and listening to a rap artist who calls himself "Tyga". His lyrics are great (smell the sarcasm). Anyway, I decided to try my hand at writing a really, REALLY innappropriate rap. I think I succeeded.

The following is quite vulgar. Keep in mind that it was written as a sort of joke, so if you don't have a sense of humor, please skip this one. It IS demeaning to women. Though...if Ludacris wanted to flesh it out (ha - flesh it out) that would be super cool. Then again, he could do much better.

*****

You do me
I'll owe you one
Though I need to get going
as soon as you're done
I'm sobering up
You don't look so good
Staring at your face
I'm losing my wood
Hurry up, bitch, and whiten your teeth
It's gettin' pretty late and I'm lookin' to leave
Here's a number; not mine. I don't want you to call
Besides, how you gonna talk if you're suckin' on balls
Don't start lookin' upset, don't you try to hate
It's just the way that I roll, bitch, we call it "68"

Deer in the Headlights

Author's Note: So...I hit a couple deer the other night while I was going to a friend's house for pie. I'd never done that before (hit a deer, not eat pie) and I hope to never do so again. It definitely spiked my pulse and blood pressure, plus, I just felt kind of shitty about it. Anyway, to process it I wrote a poem. Enjoy!

*****

Time slows down,
my music stops.
They seem frozen there in time.
My truck was never meant to stop
or turn upon a dime.
The tires screech,
my knick-knacks fly.
I veer hard to the right.
Trying to avoid a herd
of deer racing in fright.
I'm sideways now.
I'm off the road.
I feel my tires slide.
I see the terror in her eyes,
she slams into the side.
Another in the front,
in her eyes I see dread.
Then hear the "THUMP" as my light
makes contact with her head.
With time slowed down
I saw them both,
I'm unsure what to do.
All I wanted was some fucking pie!
I didn't want to slam into...
deer.

Angels Die

The water running red with blood
a broken body in the mud
Remnants of tattered wings were there
an angel, fallen from the air
When the hubris of man reaches dizzying height
It ends an angel's quiet flight
When man hates life and wears a frown
it brings the angels crashing down
When human dreams exceed the sky
the angels die.