I beg your indulgence...

[tungtied2u]

I'm sure most of you have had your muse abandon you at one point or another.I have been in turmoil lately due to 2 major disappointments in my life....having to do with my special one and my job.
Both have taken a major downward turn lately, and I have been trying to find inspiration to not only deal with these disappointments positively, but to reverse the psychic spiral I'm in.

I think this helps:
From the movie "Network"
Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
Howard Beale: [shouting] You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
[shouting]
Howard Beale: 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
Howard Beale: [screaming at the top of his lungs] "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

 

[Angeline]

I'm sure most of you have had your muse abandon you at one point or another.I have been in turmoil lately due to 2 major disappointments in my life....having to do with my special one and my job.
Both have taken a major downward turn lately, and I have been trying to find inspiration to not only deal with these disappointments positively, but to reverse the psychic spiral I'm in.

I think this helps:
From the movie "Network"
Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
Howard Beale: [shouting] You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
[shouting]
Howard Beale: 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
Howard Beale: [screaming at the top of his lungs] "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"

1. Go bowling and picture the faces of the people who most annoy you on the pins. I know it's lame, but it always helps me. Improves my game, too.

2. Write some poetry. Don't worry about whether it's any good. Just write.

 

[tungtied2u]

1. Go bowling and picture the faces of the people who most annoy you on the pins. I know it's lame, but it always helps me. Improves my game, too.

2. Write some poetry. Don't worry about whether it's any good. Just write.

In response...

My name is mud...
it's been rained on
pissed in
walked through
splashed, splattered
smeared and cursed

I think the worst
is over, the sun
has to come out soon
the tears will evaporate
the dirt turn to dust

a fresh wind will come
to sweep the soot
from this tawdry visage
and my tears will wash
the hurt from this heart

now where's my bowling shoes and shirt ?

 

[Angeline]

In response...

My name is mud...
it's been rained on
pissed in
walked through
splashed, splattered
smeared and cursed

I think the worst
is over, the sun
has to come out soon
the tears will evaporate
the dirt turn to dust

a fresh wind will come
to sweep the soot
from this tawdry visage
and my tears will wash
the hurt from this heart

now where's my bowling shoes and shirt ?

Good start. When the feelings start flowing, write. And I know you have some verrry angry poems in you about work.

I'll go bowling with you. I have a few faces that need to be on those pins, too.

 

[tungtied2u]

Good start. When the feelings start flowing, write. And I know you have some verrry angry poems in you about work.

I'll go bowling with you. I have a few faces that need to be on those pins, too.

Gutters to the left of them
Gutters to the right of them
All through the building
Balls rumbled and thundered

At the end of the alley
as if in a valley
the enemy glowered
sure our days were numbered

I took aim at their ranks
10 strong was the phalanx
that I hit head on that day
sending them reeling

black and blue were their faces
as I wiped the final traces
of the fear they'd put in me
from my deepest feelings

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

I understand what you are going through. Not that I have relationship problems, but stress in my life has made my muse leave. I hope that yours will come back soon!

 

[bluerains]

the muse

has also left me after qp break...he wrote great poetry for me and would spark
some of my sensual writes...major tom is out of my system ...there went that
topic...now I have like everyone else the economy to deal with....don't think the muse gives a flip about that....but, we all really need to stock up on dried and can
goods...a wee bit of blue advice...lets hope someone upstairs will change
the program....

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I was thinking about putting this potential topic up in the bistro but now I think maybe it would be good to offer it here, just as a thought to consider.

The past few days, I've been wondering: given the chance to go speak to my 16-year-old self, what would I tell her to help her make it through? It's a topic that's often inspiring to the muse when I'm particularly dejected.

so. Write a poem to yourself at 16. Tell that person what you'd have liked to know then.

bj

 

[champagne1982]

On my sixteenth

Sweetheart, don't anticipate failure
instead assume success for on that trail
lies satisfaction rather than assured
disappointment.

Be kind to yourself.
The future brings such pain
let your younger mother
hold you and whisper
life all right
even though we know --

yes, we know no one can promise
the future without lies
and no one can be honest
without pain but play
the illusion

and believe in perpetual rosy
horizons.

 

[anonamouse]

Gutters to the left of them
Gutters to the right of them
All through the building
Balls rumbled and thundered

At the end of the alley
as if in a valley
the enemy glowered
sure our days were numbered

I took aim at their ranks
10 strong was the phalanx
that I hit head on that day
sending them reeling

black and blue were their faces
as I wiped the final traces
of the fear they'd put in me
from my deepest feelings

ROFL, good one!
Life sucks, laugh at it. It is the only way to stay undefeated.

To myself at16

Women are easy
it is life that is hard

and that motorcycle you always wanted
has been stolen and your tatoos will look like shit
when you get older
and you will probably vote Republican
from too many blows to the head
and listen to Yanni
and answer with a straight face
when some one asks you
"What's your handicap?"

Are you sure? Are you sure?

and you think that Billy Collins
writes for you, Ted Kooser too
and you don't understand WickedEve...
nor Bogusbrig

Are you sure? Are you sure?

AND all your Black Flag records are sitting at the Goodwill...
Are you sure...

Fuck it...
The ice age is comeing the sun zoomin in
and London is calling
and Joe Strummer will always rock
not like those Heavy Metal wussies

but I digress

life is like a poem is like a journey
and you want the potholes all filled in?

 

[RhymeSmith]

Listen up, dumbass!

Sorry, upload screw-up

 

[RhymeSmith]

Listen up, dumbass!

Hey you!
Yeah, you, the guy with
the fake leather motorcycle jacket
and ratty t-shirt and
worn out jeans.
You, trying to look
dangerous,in your cheap Wellington rip-offs
because it's easier
than facing the
reality

You can't
hide that you are from
a poor family - it shows in the holes
in your jeans, and the soles
of your shoes.
So instead you make
your peers (if peers they were!) afraid to get too close.
they still avoid you, but
now from fear instead of
social standing.

It work's
for you now, but know
that someday soon, before you realize it,
it's usefulness will fade
and you'll still
be without a friend.
They say you're smart, but at this moment
it doesn't show at all
You need to set your sights
beyond the present.

You could
do so much better
in just two years, if you would now
put forward just half the effort
that you could.
There is a world beyond
where the rules of competition change, and
you get the upper hand
because you know how to use
opportunity.

Look Ma! No rhyme or meter!

 

[twelveoone]

Look Ma! No rhyme or meter!

I'm proud of you