Thursday, April 21, 2011

Tanka Poems!

So Tanka poems are syllabic in nature, following the 5,7,5,7,7 form. Here are some of the ones that I liked =) Enjoy!

1. Don’t sit back dreaming
Of lost youth and imagined
Glory and lose sight of
The very tangible things
Which present themselves right now.

2. Blue collars with guns
And tasers may confuse where
They lie, but their words
Are always placed carefully
So they don’t upset the “law”.

3. Children shot and folks
Go missing, but they were born
With toe tags and stamped
With expiration dates when
They were born with melanin.

4. With an ancestry
That looks akin to a chess
Board, the presence of
Nonconformity is bred
Like horses in a stable.

Copyright ©2011 Natasha Guy

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Still National Poetry Month!

I'm still writing folks, but I prefer ink and paper to typing, so my journal is getting lots of face time! I DID type up one of my longer pieces earlier though. I'm really diggin it. I combined 6 line stanzas consisting of 3 couplets with didactic, Crapsey and reverse cinquains respectively. As far as I know this isn't a specific style, but I REALLY loved how it turned out. This may be one of my favorite pieces this month...even though the couplets rhyme. If any of you have spoken to me about poetry, one of the first things I say is that my rhyming stuff sounds too forced. This one kinda flowed and I liked it. Hope you enjoy:


Bricks And Mortar

Like Sandra Bullock standing in front of a boy asking to be loved,
I'm staring at the wall trying to find a soft spot in a stony glove. 
And yeah, sure, when I toss the ball it comes back, but see
I'm smart enough to know that doesn't mean the wall is playing catch with me. 
I claim I'm not delusional, because I know the wall's not playing games.
Yet I stand here confessing that I'm still waiting for it to say my name. 

Wall
Strong, tall
Standing, deflecting, unmoving
Always there for me.
Stability. 

I come daily to throw the ball your way as if you will sprout arms. 
I smile at those who look on as I gush about your many charms. 
Some try to dissuade me from being so naïve and simple
In return, I point out the place where I always lean looks like a dimple.
Others display the pity smile; they pat my shoulder and move on. 
Eventually though, they all tire of hearing the same old song. 

My wall
The cornerstone
Of my world that's so bland.
It's always there for me; just stands. 
My rock.

I've bounced the ball towards it so much, pieces start to fall. 
I put the chips into my pocket; better rubble than nothing at all.
But the bits of wall just aren't enough material for me. 
I can't mold the response I want from stone chards so raggedy. 
I've stopped coming with the ball, tired of never getting real play;
Instead I bring my pillow and sleep; my night becomes my day. 

Even
In the darkness I can feel you
Close to me so rigid.
So strong but I'm 
Still cold.
 


Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Quatrains!

Ok. Quatrains are NOT my fave at all! Vivan las cinquains! Anyway...here's the quatrain from today *shrug* in the abab pattern.


You’re something like a puzzle piece
I’m still trying to figure out your place.
Once I do, it’ll be like the perfect crease
Or the delicate design on pink panties in lace.


Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Poems for 4/4,4/5 and today. Still stuck on Cinquains.

"Marathon"
Slid down
in exhaustion.
But my heart kept going
like it had on track shoes and was
winning.

"Baking" (mirror)
I made
your fave cookies
yesterday and wanted
to break down and add tears to the
batter.
Bittersweet desserts don't really
measure up though,
you know?


The place
I've always considered our spot
is where you first told a
stranger that I
said yes.
"She Does" (reverse)

The birds
chirping the day away make me
wish for the rain that will
cleanse my soul of
regret.
"Noise" (reverse)


Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy

Monday, April 4, 2011

Crapsey Cinquains from 4/3!


“Frustration”
Arms, legs.
Entangled in
Divine sexual fusion
And then you realize it’s a dream.
Wake up.

“Twirl”
Dance with
me. Wild with all
caution thrown to the wind
that propels the rain around us.
Just Dance.

“Experience”
Concrete
jungles scratch up
innocent knees when they meet
each other. Innocence lost to the
real life.



Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy

Didactic Cinquains from 4/2!

Love
Immortal, Beautiful
Supporting, Embracing, Helping
A never ending story.
Bond

Sexuality
Personal, Defining
Homo-, Hetero-, Trans-
Classifications that mean nothing. 
Preference.

Copyright © 2011 Natasha Guy

Saturday, April 2, 2011

It's National Poetry Month!

So I'm gonna try doing 30 in 30. I'll write daily, although I may not post them all. Just depends on how much I feel like breathing that day *wink* So I owe you two already! Here's one...tried a new form: the Sestina. It flowed a lil more easily than I thought it would. For now, it's untitled.


Sestina #1
I wasn’t told that my heart would get freezer burn
While waiting in line with your other obligations.
I should have vacuum sealed it before surrendering
To more broken promises that I’d never heard before.
But it happens; another casualty of unbalanced Love.
Love is one of the greatest gifts that is constantly rejected.

It’s not like I have never been or will never again be rejected.
But coming from someone you Love, it tends to burn.
Just a bit more than from someone whom you never offered Love.
The sting of being waitlisted with a string of obligations
While watching your Love’s future move on without you like before
The two of you were one, forces a sort of surrendering.

When emotions flash, the last thing you want to be is surrendering.
Hurt turns to anger and you lash out, making everyone feel rejected.
When inside it’s all a trembling mess yearning for before.
When the feeling was a refreshing wave, instead of a searing burn.
But this is the process once relationships become obligations.
The relationship is no longer Love.

It is a daunting task, to maintain Immortal Love.
Some fight it tooth and nail, while others find peace in surrendering.
Too many times it is embraced, just to be set aside later with other obligations.
Putting it on a list to be checked off daily makes it feel rejected.
Once that happens, go ahead and set it on fire, let it burn.
And truth be told; it will never be what it was before.

It can be better than or worse than, but never just like before.
That is the pure nature of Immortal Love.
It changes and develops fires and chills; both causing a burn.
But the scars are testimony to your surrendering.
Sometimes it’s worth risking being rejected,
Giving in to the fight against becoming one of the obligations.

However, some situations still shove you into the list of obligations.
If you don’t resist the grouping, you lose what you had before.
Then comes the resentment associated with being rejected.
Once it enters the scene, it can choke out most Love.
At that moment, you may find yourself surrendering
To Immortal Love and it’s eternal burn.

If you become one of the rejected and wind up on the list of obligations,
And you no longer feel the burn that was once there before,
Just remember that Immortal Love requires a lot of surrendering.

Copyright ©2011 Natasha Guy