This is a poem for sad women.
It belongs to that ubiquitous, yet peculiar sect of
women who are destined to lack necessary
qualities which reap lives of gaiety and
terminal bliss.
Those who nurtured us should have warned
that women of talent encounter
ice walls which melt only for coquettish smiles.
At best, we could have known to conceal
our natural resources.
I let the nails grow and petrify
over the toes of an old lady.
Nina, whom I love to care for
says it takes podiatry now.
Using water will clean the tool
but cannot sharpen.
That takes metal-hard strength.
Water seams weak to me,
yet it is strong enough to soften and
make a file unneeded.
Her skin has wrinkled so it must be ready.
The water proves itself and
erodes neglect that stiffens nature.
Smoothes aging lines that go deep
like basement rock
Boars through without fizz or drill
And lets me trim and buff and
Polish eight – blood red.
I leave the big toes clean to see my work
And gain some balance.
Most writers will relate to the compulsion that can occur when you are writing. It can be ceaseless, day or night, you think of a line and have to write it down before the idea escapes you. It’s our addiction of sorts…
Word Jones
Nose open inhaling time
Your head and hands make contact and
Ignite the smoking mind
With a need
You deal a line to whomever wants a hit
Waking words inject rhyme
Trip in waiting rooms where
Junkies have no sleep lines to trace
Thoughts will always find you-
They clasp creative veins and constrict
Normal flow outside the high place
Sometimes you just have to take yourself out of the picture…
What I wanted to say
About what I’m thinking
What I’m feeling
What I know, what I am afraid of now is you
Strange in too many ways
You don’t fit me
And makes me sadder
Than I ever want to be again
I’d like to have me back
Just as uncluttered and stoic
My heart needs no aerobics of emotion anymore
Jolting up and down
Leaves me tired for too long afterwards
And I won’t come back again
Because of burn-out
You remind me of offerings
That never replace themselves
But slowly drain
An uneven transfusion
I am amazed that someone who lived and died several decades before me still intrigues me so. I wonder what Billie would be doing in a world where everyone has a reason to seek rehab? If I had lived in her time and hung out in her circle, I would have tried to help her move away from her demons. I would have been that exhausted friend who could sing a bit, but would never match her genius. And I would have been disappointed that she needed the fix more than me. Perhaps I will wear a gardenia in my hair today.
The feminine and exquisite French fashion house, Chloé has done it again with pants in a few variations for this collection. A high-waisted, floppy version and cropped style with folded pleats.
This collection also includes neoprene slides like glorified shower shoes with a gleaming gold band, and a flat sandal with a gold ankle fastener. #FashionfriendsofTenaciousM enjoy!
Credit: Style Pantry
Today is #HAPPYDAY and thankfully the first day of spring!! There’s always time for more HAPPY!!
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IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN EFFORTS AROUND THE WORLD
INTERNATIONAL DAY OF HAPPINESS
20 MARCH 2014 @ NOON
Go to http://24hoursofhappiness.com/ and join the United Nations Foundation.
TAKE ACTION TO CREATE A HAPPIER WORLD FOR PEOPLE EVERYWHERE.
Pentatonix is an American a cappella group of five vocalists, Scott Hoying, Kirstie Maldonado, Mitch Grassi, Avi Kaplan and Kevin Olusola, originating from Arlington, Texas. Credit: Wikipedia
There is a new Tumblr that is going viral called WHERE I SEE FASHION that connects high fashion to objects and scenery that are all around us.
Amazingly you will see how flawlessly the connections are made between nature, buildings and structures, and colors and high fashion. Which is your favorite connection? #fashionfriendsofTenaciousM enjoy!
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Egos & Buffaloes 