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Name: Kristin
Gender: Female
Hometown: Little Egg Harbor, NJ Coastal South Jersey
Home country: United States of America
Current location: Little Egg Harbor, NJ
Member since: Thu Mar 22, 2018, 09:39 PM
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Uh oh. Another one started.

Apparently, my creative side is pissed!
So far, in response to an excellent tweet, this just tumbled out...

‪Every time Iím on the brink ‬
‪You pull me back so I donít sink‬
‪The lies, so dead, begin to stink‬
‪Iíd like to buy the truth a drink. ‬


Iím hoping this one will be more subtle. Iíll post back if it comes out fairly well.

Didn't mean to make this a Corona Virus thing...

I wanted it to be vague enough to read it in several ways. Iíll keep trying that, but this is what came out. I start with something small: a word, a thought, a phrase, and then just let it flow. I allow it to have a mind of its own. Nothing spoils my poetry more than assuming Iím smarter than it. So hereís where I ended up...

My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
Go ahead and tell your lies
While the common man just dies

Doctor, can you see me?
This pain, Lord, can you free me?
They said it wasnít real
But thatís not how I feel

Preacher, can you save me
My own beliefs betrayed me
The righteous path to follow
Now seems too fake to swallow

My fury knows no bounds
I certainly have grounds
Itís so clear that you lied
My neighbor, the ďpatriot,Ē just died

My family, please forgive me
It was just reality TV
It turned right on a dime
Iíve squandered all our time

Journalists, you knew it
Looked away and blew it
Youíre coughing but itís too late
Itís hate, itís fate, itís just click-bait

My fury did have bounds
Iím buried in the ground
Youíre left to deal with lies
And the cries
While someone else slowly dies

Maybe a stupid question....?🤷🏼‍♀️

My son just turned 17. He works part time at McDonalds. He went in on Sunday and said he would like a leave of absence because Iím on chemo and my mom lives with us (Sheís 80s), and because we are both high risk for the Corona Virus, he feared bringing it home. The manager convinced him to come in once a week to do things like cleaning and inventory-no contact with money or people. He said yes, because he felt badly. Everyone else was quitting. My oncologist said he should change in the garage, toss his clothes in the washing machine and immediately take a shower when he gets home. The virus lives on our skin and clothing. My son was upset. He doesnít want to be responsible for killing either of us.
Today the governor closed ďall eateries and pubs.Ē McDonaldís says this is not them. My son says it is. What do you think? His next shift is 5 days away. I think it should be more understood by then, but any thoughts? Is fast food an ďeatery?Ē Seems like it should be.

Would love help with a title for this!

Any suggestions?
Again, itís written as song lyrics, so there is repetition, but I may keep it this way to use as a stand-alone piece of poetry. Thoughts on that would also be appreciated! 💕🎶

Just what is your problem now
What do you want from me
Youíre blaming me for all your woes
Full of rage and jealousy

What the hell is going on
And who the hell are you
Point that finger in my face
Four more point back at you

Iím not special, but certainly I try
Iím a sinner. Iím vain and sometimes lie
Iím not perfect, though I try to be
Iím not God. Donít even play Him on TV

What exactly is your issue
That you spew names and insults
Do you think that Iím that mighty
Is this some new crazy kind of cult

You think that Iíve got super powers
Responsible for centuries of wars
You even blame me for the weather.
Tell me, did I kill the dinosaurs?

Iím not special, but certainly I try
Iím not perfect. I even curse and cry
Iím no angel, though I try to be
Iím not God. Donít even play Him on TV

So what is your malfunction
What the hell did I do now
To make you think that your mistakes
Are all my fault somehow

Iím not that special, hard as I may try
Iím a sinner, I envy and I lie
Nobodyís perfect, your exampleís plain to see
Iím not God. Donít even play Him on TV.

Damn it all to hell and back
Have mercy, glory be
I try to walk a narrow path
But Iím not God.
Good Lord!
Donít even play Him on TV!

My Favorite by Poe: Annabel Lee

Annabel Lee
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than loveó
I and my Annabel Leeó
With a love that the wingŤd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and meó
Yes!óthat was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than weó
Of many far wiser than weó
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darlingómy darlingómy life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the seaó
In her tomb by the sounding sea.



Absolution

I wrote this to be song lyrics, but the chorus could be cut, and the ending removed to make it straight poetry.

I started out confused
then quickly moved to fear
I moved right onto anger
Then dissolved into my tears
Then somewhere out of nowhere
When everything turned numb
I didnít see it coming
But healing had begun

Because that hatred
Really eats you up inside
And emotions
Roll in and out like tides
But compassion
It survives quite well with pride
And absolution
Never takes a side

Now in my memories
I still can see your face
I hear your laughter
And know youíre touched by grace
You know that charity
They say begins at home
And yet forgiveness
Is often found alone

Because self-hatred
Really eats you up inside
And human frailties
Are just too big to hide
But compassion
It survives quite well with pride
And absolution
Never takes a side

Donít let emotions
Mix up how you feel
Donít let the numbness
Erase what once was real

You know forgiveness
Doesnít mean you donít have pride
And absolution
It never takes a side
And compassion
It heals you from within
Cast the first stone
If you have never sinned
Or let the light in
And let it be your guide
Cause absolution
It never take a side

Those tears you cried?
Just let Ďem ride
Cause Absolution
Never takes a side
Let it ride
Oh, let it ride
Absolution
It never takes a side

For Cody

I wrote this for my nephew/Godson who was hit by a drunk driver while riding his bike two days after his 15th birthday. He was brain dead at impact, which I didnít know when the first responders called me by running down names in his cell phone trying to find someone to meet them at the hospital. I guess he had me listed as Aunt Kristin, so I was toward the top. They kept him on life support for about 6 hours to harvest his organs, something that does still bring us comfort. To be honest, he was a troubled young man, but had become an incredibly gifted drummer and was to attend a performing arts high school that September. He had played with several really famous bands. (I actually forget all of them but I know KISS sent a giant flower arrangement. I have pictures of him with the bands, but thatís not really the point.) Anyway, I donít love the rhythm of this, but itís an emotional subject for me. Any suggestions would be welcome.


On a hot, hazy, lazy summer day
You rode off, head back, laughing and went away
Your life, so fragile, had only just begun
But you, destined for stardom, rode straight into the sun

Our tears ran slowly from our aching eyes
You were far too young to leave our sides
Weíre just mortals, frozen, standing on the ground
Mourning, Aching to feel your presence around

When the winds whip and the thunder roars
Is that you drumming with the angels for the Lord
Do your sticks still fly but now through heavenly air
So here on earth your music can be shared

Can you see us, out there, wherever you are
Is that you, shining bright, from that shooting star
Is it peaceful and happy far away from us there
Can you hear us, when we talk to you, in our prayers

Maybe you were just too good for this earth
Nothing can compare now to what you were worth
Left to rant and rave, its crazy but itís true
I thought, somehow, the music would save you

When the winds whip and the thunder roars
Is that you drumming with the angels for the Lord
When the winds rest and the sun shines on for miles
We know you were sent as a gift for just a while
The music and memories you left here make us smile
Weíll see you in a while
Until then, weíll think of you and smile
And see you in a while
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