I Touch Beauty Daily

I Touch Beauty Daily

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Good Old Paper and Pen

Woe be me
Woe be gone
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That appointment not kept
Failing to commit to her bidding
The head honcho’s heralding
I committed it to phone’s memory
Saving mine for love’s recordings
Waiting to hear beeping summon
Company policy killed the sound
All phones lost monologic voices
Should have committed it
That appointment not kept
To good old paper and pen
Needing no sound, just presence

Woe be me
Woe be gone
That appointment not kept
Cost me my job
No tears wept
Something better
This way comes

©2012FrancesOhanenye


--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Working for Wood

My kitchen, my kitchen
Saving for months and months
Scraping, scrimping, suffering
Dropping Lincoln, Jefferson
Roosevelt, Washington, and Kennedy
Light hardwood floor
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Into bottomless pit of a jar
Working for wood
Hard, shinning, long living
The kitchen floor finished
Gave my soul a respite
Gave my hands less cleaning
Polishing and waxing
No water for the thirsty floor
The doggone dog caused heart attack
The dripping, drooling, drooping dog
Standing on dark hardwood floor
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Slobbered, soaked, and trailed saliva
On precious wooded kitchen floor
Fit to be tied and fists tightly folded

My bathroom, my bathroom
Saving for months and months
Scraping, scrimping, suffering
Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln
Hamilton, Jackson, Grant, and Franklin
Allowed familiarity and ease of getting
The rest, snobbish and far flung
Standoffish and playing hard to get
McKinley, Cleveland, Madison
Chase and Wilson, heavy hitters
Dreaming the dream of marble floor
Finished floor gave steps pride
Polishing and waxing, gleaming
The doggone dog caused heart attack
Please, avoid Princess’ peeing, please
Peeing on polished, pristine floor
The doggone, doggone dog
Fit to be tied and fists tightly folded
 
©2011FrancesOhanenye


--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Crinkle Fries Drapery

 Hunger drives mirage on the asphalt of sanity
Perception lies like an unfaithful spouse
Headaches and growling drummers
Beat resonance at stomach’s command
A distance left behind many million miles
The color of food comes in unnatural shades
Intense hunger amplifies sharpened perception
Wouldn’t it be heavenly for a glass of water
Right about now
Wouldn’t it be divine for a slice of bread
Right about now
Common things no longer ordinary
Smells, the artillery bombarding sanity
Enslaving the tongue’s gluttonous self
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That drapery the shade of crinkle fries
Lies and deceives like that spouse
Holding the heart in heartless palm
That drapery the shape of crinkle fries
Deceives the senses shamelessly
Strips and strips of potato’s selves
Evoking mentality’s delusion of reality
Soft, ever so soft, gives under
Not hard, not fried or baked, soft
Forcing reality to face itself head on
Regret eats away what hunger left behind


©2012FrancesOhanenye
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

Friday, January 6, 2012

A Day Made Better

©2010FrancesOhanenye

Come, morning, come
Pull me out of warm, down comfortableness
Come, energy, come
Fill me with decaffeinated vigor
I rise with reduced self-resolve
There are those who smile in the morning
There are those who speak in the morning
Those who show kindness in the morning
Seem endangered due to mad-rush traffic
Seem endangered due to selfish inhumanity

Come, morning, come
Pull me into a day made better
Those who smile in the morning
Those who speak pleasantly in the morning
Those who show kindness in the morning
Make my morning a day made better
I bless each one of you
Seemingly endangered due to rush hour
Others’ excuse for inconsideration
I bless each one of you
Making my morning a day made better
Little things that mean the world

©2012FrancesOhanenye



--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.