hello earth
i am your daughter
and i thank you for my life
endless tears
within me slaughter
my womb shields a painful knife
what i fear
i dare not offer
what i feel is much too real
a tumor grows
in lonely coffer
time that’s left is time i’ll steal
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Momma's Girl
Momma’s girl has gone away
Momma’s girl was never real
Momma called me yesterday
Tried to tell me how I feel
Momma’s girl tries to be good
Momma’s girl will never do
Momma taught me all she could
About seeing my life through
Momma’s girl learned many answers
To questions never asked
Like how to deal with cancers
Momma’s reading from the past
Momma’s girl lives life alone
In a world Momma can’t see
Momma’s girl is not the clone
Momma hoped that she would be
Momma said, “Since you can’t spell,
writing’s nothing you can do.”
Yet I’ve filled my life with poems
Still what’s poetry to you.
Momma said, “You don’t want that.”
Without granting that I might
That’s when I just stopped sharing
I did not want to fight.
Momma doesn’t like my truth
So all that’s left are lies
That’s why I seldom call her
Still a daughter often tries.
Dear Momma, we’re all dying
Regrets I have but few
The only thing I’ve left to share
Is the me you never knew.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Momma’s girl was never real
Momma called me yesterday
Tried to tell me how I feel
Momma’s girl tries to be good
Momma’s girl will never do
Momma taught me all she could
About seeing my life through
Momma’s girl learned many answers
To questions never asked
Like how to deal with cancers
Momma’s reading from the past
Momma’s girl lives life alone
In a world Momma can’t see
Momma’s girl is not the clone
Momma hoped that she would be
Momma said, “Since you can’t spell,
writing’s nothing you can do.”
Yet I’ve filled my life with poems
Still what’s poetry to you.
Momma said, “You don’t want that.”
Without granting that I might
That’s when I just stopped sharing
I did not want to fight.
Momma doesn’t like my truth
So all that’s left are lies
That’s why I seldom call her
Still a daughter often tries.
Dear Momma, we’re all dying
Regrets I have but few
The only thing I’ve left to share
Is the me you never knew.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Interruptions
I told
you that
I hate
phones. They
inter
rupt, and
I hate
inter
rupting
lives; most
ly be
cause I
don’t in
terrupt
my own
life when
ever
possi
ble. An
abrupt
change, since
I’ve come
to wel
come your
inter
ruptions.
So if
you want
to call,
I'm here.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
you that
I hate
phones. They
inter
rupt, and
I hate
inter
rupting
lives; most
ly be
cause I
don’t in
terrupt
my own
life when
ever
possi
ble. An
abrupt
change, since
I’ve come
to wel
come your
inter
ruptions.
So if
you want
to call,
I'm here.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Cracked Up
Imagination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Got an image in my mind that I don’t want to see
The sky is bleeding red
Children fighting over bread
Life’s unraveling like thread
A fish just washed up dead
Civilization isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow tamed the earth but still ignores what I see
One wave swallowing sand
simply engulfed the land
drowning all that could stand
killed three hundred-thousand
Our evolution isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow formed a species that refuses to see
Weather sends us small clues
Frogs grow limbs they can’t use
Birds develop fresh flues
splashed all across the news
Accumulation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May keep you feeling safe, but might block what you can see
A dozen hurricanes
brought homicidal rains;
then it finally drains
leaving lonely remains
Politicizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
While each answer ends, questions build worlds for all to see
Stupidity’s suggested
fear is soon injected
hate then resurrected
nations get digested
Democratizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
The world is much more complex than many fools can see
We cling to several threads
Dream we’ll be the one who weds
Yet children dragged from beds
witness chopping off of heads
Our legislation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Might lock a danger up; cannot help a man to see
Just throw them behind bars.
They’re only starting wars,
and opening old scars.
Can’t be no fault of yours.
More education isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It may teach people words, but still won't teach them to see
Adrift without an ark
Oil fields in north park
And riots after dark
All waiting for a spark
Recrimination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May help some feel better but can't help a man to see
The season’s heating up
water’s stolen for some crop;
while men beg for one drop
of this madness to stop
Our resignation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Giving up ourselves will not help someone else to see
A sign that no one heeds
all chanting their own creeds;
we fight about who leads
while the earth softly bleeds.
Copywrite: Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Got an image in my mind that I don’t want to see
The sky is bleeding red
Children fighting over bread
Life’s unraveling like thread
A fish just washed up dead
Civilization isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow tamed the earth but still ignores what I see
One wave swallowing sand
simply engulfed the land
drowning all that could stand
killed three hundred-thousand
Our evolution isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It somehow formed a species that refuses to see
Weather sends us small clues
Frogs grow limbs they can’t use
Birds develop fresh flues
splashed all across the news
Accumulation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May keep you feeling safe, but might block what you can see
A dozen hurricanes
brought homicidal rains;
then it finally drains
leaving lonely remains
Politicizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
While each answer ends, questions build worlds for all to see
Stupidity’s suggested
fear is soon injected
hate then resurrected
nations get digested
Democratizing isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
The world is much more complex than many fools can see
We cling to several threads
Dream we’ll be the one who weds
Yet children dragged from beds
witness chopping off of heads
Our legislation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Might lock a danger up; cannot help a man to see
Just throw them behind bars.
They’re only starting wars,
and opening old scars.
Can’t be no fault of yours.
More education isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
It may teach people words, but still won't teach them to see
Adrift without an ark
Oil fields in north park
And riots after dark
All waiting for a spark
Recrimination isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
May help some feel better but can't help a man to see
The season’s heating up
water’s stolen for some crop;
while men beg for one drop
of this madness to stop
Our resignation isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
Giving up ourselves will not help someone else to see
A sign that no one heeds
all chanting their own creeds;
we fight about who leads
while the earth softly bleeds.
Copywrite: Copyright Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Reckless Rhyme
Happily making love with words all weekend long
Lazy way of saying you complete a song
Now I’m back at work where I must earn my dime
Still my thoughts keep pouring out in reckless rhyme
Laid myself out naked with each slender word
Wondering who around me might have also heard
These words they fall like rain; I don’t even choose
I can understand why bards invoke their muse
Never heard a voice within me so profound
Got to write these words down cause I like their sound
Babble I hear each day, cluttering my mind
Most words interrupt the thoughts I seek to find
Silence is a gift you only give yourself
Many lives are busy counting up their wealth
Subtle hints don’t work on minds that never hear
Block out all their noise and pay attention dear.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Lazy way of saying you complete a song
Now I’m back at work where I must earn my dime
Still my thoughts keep pouring out in reckless rhyme
Laid myself out naked with each slender word
Wondering who around me might have also heard
These words they fall like rain; I don’t even choose
I can understand why bards invoke their muse
Never heard a voice within me so profound
Got to write these words down cause I like their sound
Babble I hear each day, cluttering my mind
Most words interrupt the thoughts I seek to find
Silence is a gift you only give yourself
Many lives are busy counting up their wealth
Subtle hints don’t work on minds that never hear
Block out all their noise and pay attention dear.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Fairy Tales
Buried love in a pirate’s chest
and then I lost the map.
Not to worry, a heart keeps best
locked deep inside a trap.
Then comes along a lad so fine
he flies across the gap.
Starts planting seeds inside my mind
of tantalizing nap.
Erased my name from cupid’s mail
allergic to his laugh.
Learned to sail a life not stale
and steer a lovely craft.
Then comes along a song so strong
I somehow catch a draft.
My senses keep on steering wrong
with every breeze turned daft.
Sealed my soul in Rapunzel’s tower
cementing up my pain.
Cut my hair in that same hour
with hopes of living sane.
Then comes along a lilting voice
that questions all past gain.
Quite suddenly I crave a choice
called dancing in the rain.
Once glimpsed my mind in Merlin’s cave
not sure of what I saw.
Ten thousand years I’ve lived a knave
assuming life on draw.
Then comes along a chance to sing
with one who teaches awe,
connecting me while wandering
through sounds not needing law.
I safely packed Pandora’s Box
and said my last good-byes;
I sought the truth of wily fox
and held myself most wise.
Then comes along a notion bold
sends quiver through my thighs,
and melts away Pandora’s gold
by seeing to her sighs.
While shinning up Aladdin’s lamp,
I found my way inside
and pitched myself a comfy camp
to lay the past aside.
Then comes along a sultry tone
awakens time denied;
pierced right in two my heart of stone
before it softly died.
Shred my invite to Cinder’s Ball
not hunting for a Prince;
I needed rags to wash the wall,
so tore my gown of chintz.
Then comes along a courtly call
divining my heart’s wince
blows right on through my weathered hall
and steals away my bliss.
Wrapped up my grin in Tin Man’s skin;
stopped delving darkened mines.
I put away what some call sin
to read between the lines.
Then comes along a touch so new
it questions all past signs.
Just how his touch has broken through
is haunting thought that binds.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
and then I lost the map.
Not to worry, a heart keeps best
locked deep inside a trap.
Then comes along a lad so fine
he flies across the gap.
Starts planting seeds inside my mind
of tantalizing nap.
Erased my name from cupid’s mail
allergic to his laugh.
Learned to sail a life not stale
and steer a lovely craft.
Then comes along a song so strong
I somehow catch a draft.
My senses keep on steering wrong
with every breeze turned daft.
Sealed my soul in Rapunzel’s tower
cementing up my pain.
Cut my hair in that same hour
with hopes of living sane.
Then comes along a lilting voice
that questions all past gain.
Quite suddenly I crave a choice
called dancing in the rain.
Once glimpsed my mind in Merlin’s cave
not sure of what I saw.
Ten thousand years I’ve lived a knave
assuming life on draw.
Then comes along a chance to sing
with one who teaches awe,
connecting me while wandering
through sounds not needing law.
I safely packed Pandora’s Box
and said my last good-byes;
I sought the truth of wily fox
and held myself most wise.
Then comes along a notion bold
sends quiver through my thighs,
and melts away Pandora’s gold
by seeing to her sighs.
While shinning up Aladdin’s lamp,
I found my way inside
and pitched myself a comfy camp
to lay the past aside.
Then comes along a sultry tone
awakens time denied;
pierced right in two my heart of stone
before it softly died.
Shred my invite to Cinder’s Ball
not hunting for a Prince;
I needed rags to wash the wall,
so tore my gown of chintz.
Then comes along a courtly call
divining my heart’s wince
blows right on through my weathered hall
and steals away my bliss.
Wrapped up my grin in Tin Man’s skin;
stopped delving darkened mines.
I put away what some call sin
to read between the lines.
Then comes along a touch so new
it questions all past signs.
Just how his touch has broken through
is haunting thought that binds.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
What I have learned
A poem captures time forever by
binding into sound a moment of life
so precious, you refuse to let it die,
as much loveliness dies encased by grief.
Each poem starts life as a pouring out
of thought, which soon must be crafted into
rhyme; often taking a sinuous route
that not even the poet can see through.
Poems are snapshots in sound; meanings caught
up by a mind that somehow sets them free.
This discipline of life, not often sought,
has the power to let each moment be.
When you send a sound out to chase itself,
it can return carrying surprising wealth.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
binding into sound a moment of life
so precious, you refuse to let it die,
as much loveliness dies encased by grief.
Each poem starts life as a pouring out
of thought, which soon must be crafted into
rhyme; often taking a sinuous route
that not even the poet can see through.
Poems are snapshots in sound; meanings caught
up by a mind that somehow sets them free.
This discipline of life, not often sought,
has the power to let each moment be.
When you send a sound out to chase itself,
it can return carrying surprising wealth.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Water Dance
Floating on a rhythmic sound,
wordless notes making air profound.
Melodies and cords can confound
lonely souls caught in their surround.
A simple honesty I’ve found
within each beat so slyly wound
in passion’s tether; wrapped around
liquid music in which I’ve drowned.
Such joy to feel my body dance.
Every beat creates a chance
to redirect some age old trance
that claims each year another lance
and calls its victims happenstance,
but never gives a second glance
when lonesome hearts find resonance
within their own subdued romance.
My molten heart beats out its wound,
supporting life still too untuned.
Daring rhythms have me marooned
within a truth I’ve not assumed.
Why do I feel myself so doomed
if I must live my life resumed
now I have witnessed tones untombed
and wilted melodies regroomed?
Music frees a soul caught by blue
and helps it see the world more true.
I want to play along with you
no matter what you’re going through
the way that good friends often do;
perhaps discover something new
like how to catch the morning dew,
a magic drink said to renew.
I’m tired of dealing in words.
I have been making them my swords,
within a house of falling cards,
with no future to move towards.
I want to leave behind the hoards
who keep declaring their own lords.
I want to forfeit all rewards
and find release within your cords.
Echoes return from unknown ends,
a secret mystery time defends;
still what we hear often depends
on what our hidden past contends.
We live our lives as fear commends.
Our thoughts get locked inside our trends.
We strain out sounds until life lends
some credence to what logic sends.
Some pay one thousand for a frock,
yet never sweep their own front walk.
They crave a life without tick tock;
all fighting over private rock.
I want to dance beyond the talk,
and take a chance beyond the squawk,
reorganize the human flock
to recognize a fledgling hawk.
Ego is hard to understand.
Each lonely world caught up in sand,
endless currents and complex strand
fearing new routes that find no land,
and feeding truths that sometimes band
within illusions darkest hand.
I crave a life much more unmanned
to challenge what my past holds grand.
Every so often we meet
a person who fills us with heat;
we sense rhythms we can’t repeat
and inspirations they complete;
that’s when we crave our lives more neat,
please bring our visions to our feet;
but life’s no ordinary treat,
containing pains all too concrete.
I’ve writ until the final strain.
I’m not quite sure what thoughts remain.
I’m never sure what poems gain,
yet still I love their lost refrain.
I know they’ve taught me to retrain
my thoughts to feed on living grain.
I hope that humans can live sane.
Life's dance a salve to sooth their pain.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
wordless notes making air profound.
Melodies and cords can confound
lonely souls caught in their surround.
A simple honesty I’ve found
within each beat so slyly wound
in passion’s tether; wrapped around
liquid music in which I’ve drowned.
Such joy to feel my body dance.
Every beat creates a chance
to redirect some age old trance
that claims each year another lance
and calls its victims happenstance,
but never gives a second glance
when lonesome hearts find resonance
within their own subdued romance.
My molten heart beats out its wound,
supporting life still too untuned.
Daring rhythms have me marooned
within a truth I’ve not assumed.
Why do I feel myself so doomed
if I must live my life resumed
now I have witnessed tones untombed
and wilted melodies regroomed?
Music frees a soul caught by blue
and helps it see the world more true.
I want to play along with you
no matter what you’re going through
the way that good friends often do;
perhaps discover something new
like how to catch the morning dew,
a magic drink said to renew.
I’m tired of dealing in words.
I have been making them my swords,
within a house of falling cards,
with no future to move towards.
I want to leave behind the hoards
who keep declaring their own lords.
I want to forfeit all rewards
and find release within your cords.
Echoes return from unknown ends,
a secret mystery time defends;
still what we hear often depends
on what our hidden past contends.
We live our lives as fear commends.
Our thoughts get locked inside our trends.
We strain out sounds until life lends
some credence to what logic sends.
Some pay one thousand for a frock,
yet never sweep their own front walk.
They crave a life without tick tock;
all fighting over private rock.
I want to dance beyond the talk,
and take a chance beyond the squawk,
reorganize the human flock
to recognize a fledgling hawk.
Ego is hard to understand.
Each lonely world caught up in sand,
endless currents and complex strand
fearing new routes that find no land,
and feeding truths that sometimes band
within illusions darkest hand.
I crave a life much more unmanned
to challenge what my past holds grand.
Every so often we meet
a person who fills us with heat;
we sense rhythms we can’t repeat
and inspirations they complete;
that’s when we crave our lives more neat,
please bring our visions to our feet;
but life’s no ordinary treat,
containing pains all too concrete.
I’ve writ until the final strain.
I’m not quite sure what thoughts remain.
I’m never sure what poems gain,
yet still I love their lost refrain.
I know they’ve taught me to retrain
my thoughts to feed on living grain.
I hope that humans can live sane.
Life's dance a salve to sooth their pain.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
Introductions
I have roamed coasts, and mourned over sea gulls
tangled within the seaweed so sweetly.
I've seen the midnight sun; and fed eagles
raw meat from a knife, while their eyes pierced me.
I have charted constellations within
a midnight lake’s black star sparkling surface;
slept where only a fire warmed my skin
and life was no longer some frenzied race.
Sampled sour grapes by starlight within
vineyards, while I wandered towards an ancient
fortress swollen by voices of lost kin
softly warning of lives less permanent.
Stolen pineapple from the field where it
grew ripe and juicy; tasting of the sun.
Ate by a secret waterfall; each bite
dripping; dove in to wash my face when done.
I’ve danced in open fields, while thunderclouds
rolled in from three directions; and watched with
friends as the sky ripped open in vast sounds.
Late into the night, we whispered of myth.
I have felt the joy of someone I love
touching my flesh; and I have fought beside
a brother that simply wanted to live.
I know what fills a life from the inside.
Being, not having, gives satisfaction;
full lives can be measured by an action.
Copyright: Lynn Marie Sager 2007
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