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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Barbie

   Day 30 of Poetry Month. I was going to have my last poem a blackout poem from all my poems but since this is my last poem it'll have to wait. I hope you will check back and see what I have created for my Poetry Month 30 Poems in 30 Days Blackout Poem.
   A mouthful, I know. Anyway I wanted my last poem to be inspiring and uplifting. I hope that when you read this, those are the feelings that I bring out in you.
Barbie
Girls are being told
how to look,
how to feel,
what is wrong,
and what is real.
Perfection is a lie.

There. There.
Don't cry.

You are Beautiful.
You are Strong
You need to know
that You belong.


You are special
Someone unique
Don't let anyone
criticize
your physique. 

You are Smart
You are Kind
Don't let anyone
change
your mind.

You are
as you were
meant to be.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

My Daughter's Blackout Poem

My daughter Erika decided she wanted to try this as well. This is her blackout poem. As of right now it has no title.

Drogo drove his stallion.
Bells in his braid rang as he rode.
It was dark.
He stopped besides a stream.
Drago stared at his face, empty of expression.
He sat there silently, like a river of darkness; so black, so thick.
The night air was chilly.

Blackout Poetry - Burning Desire

#GameOfThrones
This is my first blackout poem. I am in a poetry group on facebook No Direction Home ( artists always on the verge of becoming ) In this group I prompted everyone, who wanted to try blackout poetry, to do one from A Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire by George R R Martin page 74. I am super excited to see what the other members of the group have done. If they grant me their permission I will post their blackout poems here as well. This is the original page 74.
Here is my finished blackout poem.
Burning Desire

Blood of the dragon.
I am never afraid.
Dark, fragile, empty tears.
You wonder, perhaps one had known better.
Touched lightly.
Warmth, never expected from his eyes, lifted her.
A river of darkness, strangely unmoving.
His eyes averted hers
" No," he pulled her away.
The night air shivered.

My sister Candace has her's on her blog. Check it out here.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Liar

Your micro expressions give you away.
I see the truth, no matter what you say.
What is it you feel the need to hide?
I can't trust you, once you've lied.
So be honest, don't lie.
I pinky promise not to cry.


You did what?!
You're grounded!

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love 
by: C.L. Miller

In perfect love and perfect trust
I will do all I must
To keep you safe and sound
From the dangers all around
To teach you how to talk
and teach you how to walk.
To kiss your fingers and your toes
and pick up all your clothes.
To brush the tears from off your face
and comfort you, with my embrace
I'll be here through thick and thin
Capturing every goofy grin.








Saturday, April 26, 2014

Suicide

The subject matter itself is very gut wrenching for me. Hurts just to see the word. I always try to tell people, that by ending it all, they are robbing themselves of a better life. You are robbing yourself of the opportunity to have a better life. You are only taking yourself out of the equation, without the right mindset to think of the effect your death will have on others.The people you love. The people who love you.

Suicide 
by C.L. Miller

The word itself,
causes me great anguish. 
You see,
I've been where you are.
Grasping for a way,
to end the misery.
To take away
the pain and suffering.
Selfishly thinking
of only myself
Not thinking about
anyone else.
Not caring
the devastation
I'd be leaving behind.

Thankfully
that didn't happen.
I lived.
I almost robbed myself
of a better life.
Nothing ever
would have gotten better
ending it that way.
In the wrong state of mind
I hadn't realized
No one is ever
truly alone.
We only feel that way.
And as we all know,
feelings change.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Love

Love
Is only as strong
As the bond between two people.

No bond is stronger
Than a bond between a
Mother and her daughter.

No love is tougher
Than of those who suffer.
What keeps them going
Is forever in their knowing
That they have your love. 
Even from up above.

None can compare
Between a girl
And her hair.

But the love we strive for
Is like fighting a war.
Fighting to get it.
Fighting to keep it.

Is it worth it?

Yes.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

The Cold Water Challenge of 2014

The Cold Water Challenge of 2014
I am the Cold Water Queen.
Nominated by Amy-Miller Richards
My nominees will not be unheard
Charlene, Jess and Tabitha.

You have 24 hours to do my bidding
Seriously, I'm not kidding.
24 hours, the clock is ticking
hurry up and get to picking.
video

Independent


Day 24 of Poetry Month. Only 6 more poems until I can say I have completed this challenge. Thanks goes out to my sister who challenged me indirectly by doing the same thing. She got the idea from http://www.napowrimo.net/ 30 poems in 30 days. It's not as easy as I make it seem.

 Independent

by C.L. Miller

All I've ever known
is all I'll ever be
if I can't reach out
and touch my destiny.
So I tentatively
take a step
hoping its something
I won't regret.
At first I'm scared
and all alone
Until I realize,
I can stand on my own.
I can count on myself
through thick and through thin.
I won't let anyone else
get under my skin.
I learned my lesson
when I left him.
I need to walk
before I can swim.

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

If You Give a Dog a Cookie

If you give a dog a cookie, she'll sniff it and lick it but she won't eat it.
If you give a dog a sip of coffee she'll want more.
If you let her have more, she'll drink the whole pot
Do you know what happens if you give a dog a pot of coffee?
She'll finally eat that cookie.
But only after you soak it in her coffee cup.
Then she'll find a toy to play with.
Only to rip it to pieces.
Once she has ripped it to pieces, she'll start looking for her tail.
When she finds her tail, she'll chase it.
Chase it right out the door.
'Cause if you have to deal with a hyper dog for one more minute....
you're gonna need an aspirin.

Save the World

 I made this poem in honor of #EarthDay.

Sacrifices must be made
if this world is to be saved.
Nothing else is quite as dire
as our world beginning to expire.
How tiresome it must be
to not cut down a tree.
To not leave waste
in this time and space.
To not pollute our waters,
making it safe for our sons
and our daughters.
Stop and become aware
of what's going on in the air.
Where have all the animal gone?
The bear
The geese
The swan
Who will save the bumble bee?
How about you and me?

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Blue Alien Civilization

Day 22 and I'm back to telling stories in rhyme. I hope you enjoy.

Blue Alien Civilization
by: C.L. Miller

Let the words sink in as my story begins.

In a far away land, in a far away place
was a civilization, in outer space.
These civilians looked a lot like me or you,
all except, that their skin was blue.

To describe this blue I would have to say
it shimmered and glowed in a miraculous way.
Beautiful creatures, of that I am sure
but that, my friend, is just their allure.

There's a black hole where their heart should be.
Once you've been caught, you'll never go free.
If you're lucky, they'd make you their slave.
If your not, your head will concave.

Whatever is left, is put into alien stew.
That only the slaves, are allowed to chew.
If you don't get sick from the wretched flavor,
you are one of the few, to have gained the their favor.

A favor that changes the color of your skin,
that makes it possible for your alien life to begin.

Monday, April 21, 2014

Words

Every word I compose, is a piece of me exposed.
The words revealing how I am feeling.

Words have the power to make you feel.
Words have the power to help you conceal.
They can take you to a far away place.
Or they can get real close, up in your face.

Once spoken, they can not be erased
Forever, they remain. No matter the taste.
Sour on the tongue, are the words that are flung.
Sweet is the flavor, are the words that you savor.

Wipe the words from off of your chin
and let what I've said, sink into your skin.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

What am I?

Day 20 of the Poetry Month Contest.

Eyes big and round.
Ears twitch at every sound.
Nose small and stout.
Tongue peeking out.
Soft and furry.
Always in a hurry.
What am I?

Saturday, April 19, 2014

ADD

I'm scattered.
All over the place.
My mind jumps from one thing to the next.
I have little time to concentrate
Hey, does this look like an 8 or a 3?
Oh who cares!
Let's play some video games !

Friday, April 18, 2014

You Have Me

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Thursday, April 17, 2014

Lies


Lies, lies are all we're told.
To think it's hot, when its cold.
To think its fresh, when clearly there's mold.
To think we're broke, when we've got gold.

Living life, the way we're told.
Believing we're not being controlled.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Dunkin' Turbo




Okay so this is my first attempt at shadow poetry. I hope you find it to your liking.

  
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This coffee has me dancing crazy.
None today, could call me lazy                    y
It has me running up and down the     M             M
stairs  It has me searching for teddy                          u
bears. My booty's shaking in the halls.                         s
Until, suddenly, my sister calls.                                   i
Wanting to know about the taste     s                       c 
of the vanilla frosted cupcakes.               a      w
"I don't know," was my reply                   
and with that I said "Goodbye."      

booming and I was zooming. Sliding across the
polished floor, to refill my coffee cup,for just one more.



This coffee has me dancing crazy.

None today, could call me lazy


It has me running up and down the stairs.

It has me searching for teddy bears.

My booty's shaking in the halls.

Until, suddenly, my sister calls.

Wanting to know about the taste

of the vanilla frosted cupcakes.

"I don't know," was my reply

and with that I said "Goodbye."



My music was booming

and  I was zooming



Sliding across the polished floor,

to refill my coffee cup,

for just one more.



Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Worries & Doubts

  I am an author at heart. I love creating a scene you can just see without having to close your eyes. So I'm trying to do a rhyming short of story without it having to be light hearted or kiddish.

 Worries & Doubts
He sweetly whispered  in my ear
Words I wished I'd never hear.
"He doesn't love you.
He doesn't need you.
If I were him, I would leave you."

I tear fell upon my cheek
and quite suddenly, I was weak.
Who would speak my greatest fear?
Words spoken heartfelt and sincere.

In my heart, these words were true.
My insecurities bursting through.
He doesn't love me.
He doesn't need me.
One day he will wake and want to leave me.

 "Look at how he looks at you.
You can't believe those words are true?"

An incredulous voice wondered in my ear.
My doubts slowly beginning to disappear
The voice of reason filled my mind.
A voice, soft spoken, gentle and kind.

"Can't you see how he looks at you?
Can't you tell his feelings are true?"

I brought my gaze to my lover's eyes.
and in that moment,  I realized
all the truths
and the lies.
My insecurities,
a devil in disguise.

I seen his love shining through
and in that moment, I just knew.
This man was my destiny.




Monday, April 14, 2014

Intestinal Gas

It the 14th day into Poetry Month. I know yesterday's poem was gut wrenching to read so I thought I'd share a lighter kind of poem. Short and funny, if you will.  I hope you enjoy my poem and my humor.

Soft and Chewy
Warm and Gooey
Sweet and Sugary
Midnight Snack
Heart Attack
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.
Nope.
I'm still here.


Sunday, April 13, 2014

Haunting

Who's wrath did I incur
on this,
the 5th of December?

'Tis the day I find
a mark, most unkind.

Claiming me to be a whore,
a red mark placed upon my door.

 'Tis untrue!
A blatant lie.

In truth,
I knew I could not stay.
I knew I had to run away.

When the sun falls from the sky,
Before the moon can light the night

I will take a horse from the farm
So that none could do me any harm

Before my plan could come to play
Three men captured me and made me stay.

Their faces hidden by the night
and I ,unwilling, began to fight.

They ripped from me, all my clothes
leaving me completely exposed.

I struggled, as they forced me to the ground
Screaming, hoping someone would hear the sound.

If they did, I'll never know.
My body now, covered in snow.

My blood is spilled all around
My haunting screams, the only sound.

Forever to be known as "the whore"
all because of a red mark
placed upon my door.





Saturday, April 12, 2014

Uninspired

A poem today is
what is required.
But alas,I'm feeling
quite uninspired.

Lackluster.
I can not muster
the words to convey
how I'm feeling today.

See....
The words, they do not flow.
What to write
I do not know.

Because of that,
I now must go.


Friday, April 11, 2014

The Elite

Day 11 and I'm trying something different.

The Elite

They want to own us.
They want to control us.
They want to take our freedom
They want to take our rights.
They poison our food
and pollute our water.
They care not 
about your son 
or
your daughter.
They want you 
poor
They want you 
in debt.
The way America is,
they don't see us as a threat.
Hopped up on caffeine, 
just to go to work.
Our kids watching tv,
learning how to twerk.
People taking drugs,
just to get away.
And everyone who's not,
is trying to find a way.
A way to live a life.
Without worry.
Without fear.
A way to rise against
the tyranny.
To get America back.
to the way it used to be.






Thursday, April 10, 2014

Tea

Continuing with the food trend but with a little twist, is day 10's poem. Savor the flavor.

Tea

Sip.
Sip.
Sweet.
Bold.
Sip .
Sip.
Warm
and
Soothing.
Ah.
I think I'll have another.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Pasta Salad

Today is day 9 of Poetry Month. If you have been reading all my poems so far you might have noticed quite a lot of them are food related. 
As you can see by the title of my new poem I'm not done yet with describing my food.
I've written in the past that I am trying to develop an instinctual sense of descriptive writing. I can't promise there won't be more on the food subject but I can try.
Enjoy!
 Pasta Salad
I fill my mouth
of a delicious
treat.
Biting into 
a tomato,
juices burst
on to my tongue.
Crunching loudly
on the cucumbers
As the 
chunk of cheese,
so sharp, 
crumbles.  
Noodles drenched
in a zesty flavor
I savor 
the 
mouth watering 
flavors.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Dream Man

Dream Man

A valiant man I have
in the palm of my hand.
He does things for me
like none other can.
He cooks and cleans 
more than any man is able.
He even does the dishes
and cleans the table.
Obviously,
this guy is imaginary 
but for fun, 
we'll call him Barry.

Monday, April 7, 2014

Hungry

Hungry
My legs are shaking
My body's aching
My stomach's grumbling
My words I'm mumbling
So I hurry quick
To get my fix
At good old
Route 66

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Blueberry Muffin

 Day 6 of Poetry Month. Not my best but when you write something every day you can't expect everything to be gold. It's still good though, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed eating a blueberry muffin this morning.

 Blueberry Muffin

A burst of blueberries
explode in my mouth.
The taste on my tongue
sweet and tart.
I savor the taste
as I take the last bite.
Now a distant memory
my blueberry muffin.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Vision

Today is day 5 of poetry month. I started out this poem with a specific theme in mind but no matter how many times I started over I couldn't get what I intended to come out on paper. This came out instead. So take my advice and try not to fight it.
 
Vision 
Hands
 around my waist.
Breath 
against my face.
Skin against skin.
I breath him in.
A sight 
to behold.
A vision,
uncontrolled

Friday, April 4, 2014

Mom

 
 Mom

Pitter patter
of little feet.
My house,
 no longer
clean and neat.
Laundry scattered 
all around
Screaming kids 
the only sound.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Breakup Spell

Following a prompt from NaPoWriMo I decided to write a poem in the form of a charm, or as a witch might say, spell. So here it is. I hope you like it.

Breakup Spell


A petal, 
from 
a red rose.
Some fuzz, 
from
 between your toes.

Throw 
it together, 
in a pot.
Heat it up,
 until
 its hot.

Put your
 brew 
in a cup.
Down the hatch,
Drink it up!

Repeat 
these words,
spoken 
times three.
"No longer 
will
I plea.

No longer 
will
I feel.
What we had,
no longer 
real."

 Words spoken
with
true intent.
Not to be 
used
just to vent.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Blueberry Donut

In my poem Temptation I used my senses to write.  I write stories and have a hard time with details. It helps me to practice writing this way. Like right now I am eating a sugar glazed blueberry donut. Something as simple as that, I made into a poem. Tell me what you think.


Blueberry Donut

My mouth waters
at the blueberry smell.
 
A delight to behold,
the round cake
with a hole.
 
The sugary glaze
lingers on my tongue.
Sticky and delicious
I can't get enough.
 
Mummers
 of appreciation
escape between bites,
until there is no more. 
 
Crumbs,
 the only evidence.


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Temptation

Temptation 

The taste of peppermint
invades my senses,
as he kisses me 
so sweetly.
His hands twist 
in my hair,
pulling me closer.

The kiss becoming something 
more.
Our scent is all around.
Heavy breathing,
the only sound.

Then as sudden
as it began
it ends.

With one look,
I drown.

It's all there,
in his eyes.
The love.
The devotion.
The hunger.

And it's all for
me.

Poetry Month

 National Poetry Month starts today. My sister Candace is celebrating this month by writing a poem a day. She'll post a poem a day on her blog A Writer without Words.
My last poem I wrote was a little on the negative side. I don't always feel like that so I decided to write another poem.
Excited yet? You will be. Teeheehee!