So sorry... here have some Shakespeare!

Yes, so I've not posted in a long while. As I said on my other blog... I've been naughty! I promise to give this more effort from now on. I will not be posting anything original today simply because I haven't anything that I feel would be appropriate. I have started writing again, but they are a bit acerbic and I don't want my first post to have some acid spitting poem full of vicious vitrol. I would like to give you all something nice to read to begin with, not to mention the fact that I can write something much more pleasant, or at least less hateful. I really must stop watching the news. Honestly, it only pisses me off!
Anyway, today I will be sharing with you one of my very favorites of Shakespeare's sonnets. The first time I read it kind of felt bad for the lady it was about, but the more I read it I realized that Shakespeare wasn't, in fact, insulting the lady, but saying in a very satirical manner that his lady was perfectly lovely, but not in the way that everyone else sees lovely. In other words, she was an unusual sort of beauty that he appreciated and that all of the cliche little descriptions and comparisons couldn't be applied to! I love it! So enjoy!

Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, why then black wires grow on her head;
I have seen roses damasked, red, and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight,
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks;
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,
As any she belied with false compare.
-William Shakespeare

For your children.

What wouldn't we do for our children? I know that I would do a whole lot for my little one and I know many other parents who feel the same. I've been trying to figure out where to go with the first stanza of this poem for over a month. I knew where I wanted it to go, but I couldn't find the words. I mean this is about protecting your child as much as possible and at the same time letting them go when you must and hoping they will be all that they were meant to and learn to live up to all of their potential. I suppose there are other angles you could take on this, but I wrote it as a mother to her child. Feel free to take it how you see it though. It never says anything specific about mother or child. I do hope that you enjoy it though.

To Fly. To Soar.

You are stalked by sin.

Danger wants to win.

Looking over your shoulder

Lurking things there in secrets and lies.

Light illuminating the strands that tie

Soul to body, body to earth.

I’ll be the shield against the temptation.

Be the danger that danger fears.

Reveal the secrets and lie's secrets.

Cut the strings that tie you down.

Free you from stony ground.

Watch your flight begin.

Watch you fly out to the sky.

Show the world your soul.

Illuminate the shadows with your smile.

Vanquish your enemies with light.

Become all that you were meant to.

Grow into the gifts given you.

Don’t just learn to fly so high.

I hope someday you soar.

-Constance

A little summer piece.

I was feeling the summertime niceness today, before I started sweating and Louis stopped playing, and I wrote a nice positive summer poem. I don't usually extol the virtues of summer because I generally don't care for it. It is hot and sticky and I'd rather it be spring or fall. Still I was appreciating it this morning and I appreciate the fabulousness that is night in the summer too. No blazing sun to cook your insides and fry your skin off. Anyway, this one is fairly simple and I am rather fond of it. I hope you enjoy it as well.

Sanguine Summer

Heavy, warm air
Shifting lazily through trees,
Propelled by a fragrant summer breeze.

Dreams flit by.
Daydreams spawned by time.
Silent pictures; mental mime.

Flowery blossoms wave.
Leafy branches bend and sway,
Dance in pleasure on a warm summer day.
-Constance

Soldier's things.

So most of you know that music is a huge thing for me. It is practically and extension of my soul. Last night while sitting here I had my itunes set on random so that I was getting a wildly varied selection of music while I did my thing and talked to Jacob for a little while. Now, it is inevitable that if I sit and actually listen to the music I will be inspired to write something myself. It just so happens that Tom Waits was my muse last night. lol! There's an image for you. He has a song called "Soldier's Things" that I love. I started looking around at my soldier's things and decided to write.
My poem doesn't really flow in the same vein as Tom Wait's song, but the general idea came from him and I got to thinking about how these things are a small outward projection of the man within. The things that make him who he is. The framed pictures, certificates, and awards hanging on the wall that he is so proud of. The dress uniform hanging on the closet door with all of the ribbons and the medals and stripes, all of this reflects a part of the whole that is Jacob. So here it is. Let me know what you think!
This is a video somebody made to go with the song that is actually pretty good if you want to hear the song.


Matter of the Man

Certificates and awards
Hanging on his walls.
Medals and ribbons
Pinned on his chest.
Rifles and ammo
In his safe.
Photos of men
His men; a brotherhood.
Honor and courage
In his soul.
Duty and responsibility
Dwellers of his heart.
A paragon and a citadel
This is who he is.
A man and a soldier
That is what he is.
These are his
A soldier's things.
-Constance

Long time gone!

Sorry it has been so long since I posted. I have been sorely lacking in any artistic motivation and thus lacking in motivation to post anything here. I am back! I have a brand new playlist over there that is extremely long (101 songs) and it is on shuffle so hopefully you will hear something different every time you visit my blog. There is quite a collection of music over there, if I do say so myself. I am rather erratic in my musical selections so, you never know what you are gonna get! Ha! I'm like a box of chocolates! I tried not to put anything too loud or grating since a lot of people don't really appreciate my love for loud aggressive music. I hope you all appreciate that!
Now on to the poem of the day. I wrote this over a month ago and I have no recollection of what was going through my head at the time or what inspired this really. I knew I should have made a note somewhere on that page, but I didn't and its too late now. I liked it when I read back over it and since that is fairly odd for me I figured this would be the lucky candidate for today's post! I hope all of you enjoy it as well! Oh and no, it doesn't have a title. The evil title blocker in my brain strikes again!!!

Never think
Of all of the times
Love turned us sour.

Think instead
Of our completion.
Love's finest hour.

Walking through rain
Till sun shines again.
Our names an amen.

The elements claim.
Let heaven and hell reign.
Nothing touches here.
-Constance

Freedom...

So, it has been a while. I have been writing still, I just haven't written anything that I felt was worth sharing. I am posting this particular poem because I felt I had finally written something worth posting. Sorry for taking so long to come up with something. I know you may have enjoyed some of the other stuff I have written, but I am rather critical of my own work so I don't put up a lot of my stuff.
I came up with the first lines of this poem after I caught a random line in a song that said "cold walk of freedom." I stopped reading my book and immediately wondered what in the world a cold walk of freedom would be. Of course, this set off a spark that had to go somewhere and this is it. I am not sure that everyone will understand what I am saying, but I am fairly confident that it is something most people can relate to. The allure of freedom from the ties of home and family, of lack of responsibility and commitment, but I am certain it would be a lonely sort of freedom and hardly worth it. I have had a small taste of this at one point and I didn't like it then and am sure I wouldn't like it now. Like I said I am not sure if everyone will relate to this, but I think maybe they can at least in a vague way.

Deceptive Freedom

A walk of freedom

So many want it.

A cold walk I say.

Alone against the day.

Cold freedom you see.

A lonely walk .

Leaves you empty.

What is the point of it?

Pursuit of triviality.

I like my world.

My life of captivity.

My love a freeing thing.

It has wings you cannot see.

So many roam.

Far, far from home.

Loneliness comes stealing in

The freedom acquired

Not what it seemed

When at the start did begin.

-Constance

Change

This one may be a little confusing for some of you since it is a little less straightforward than usual. All I can do to explain is tell you that I was thinking about change when I wrote it. You know that whole "the only thing in life that doesn't change is that there is always change" thing. I don't remember who said that and I don't feel like researching it so don't get on my case. So I suppose what I am trying to convey is the inevitability and shear force that change is in our lives. Something is always changing, especially in today's world and every one is trying to make a change in it themselves whether good or bad. It's interesting when you run into those individuals who don't like change. They are so unfortunate! Can you imagine hating things changing and there being no way to stop it. I personally like change as long as it is positive. It is the degradation of morality, government, and society that bother me, but all I can do is attempt to affect a change in that for myself. See, it is all about change and how you cope and what you yourself change. I hope that is somewhat helpful in understanding what I am trying convey in this poem. I hope you enjoy!

Force of Change

Sound seeping into my veins.
Emitting social distortion.
Political outrage.

This feeling starts buzzing in my brain.
Driving in the fast lane.
Affecting a change.

Changes I can't see yet from my filmy eyes.
Peering through the fog.
Above this I rise.

Deep breath friends.
Here it comes again.
Brace yourself; hold still.
Let the change work its will.
-Constance