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The Optimist’s Bad Day

The Optimist’s Bad Day

Inspiration:
Positivity is important, but let’s be realistic!
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
 
 
The Optimist’s Bad Day
I try to keep thoughts positive,
positivity is my way,
but sometimes life
is full of strife
and darkness comes to play.
 
I’m sure you’re just like me,
I’m sure the feeling’s mutual,
on my darkest days,
I’m ashamed to say,
my thoughts sometimes turn neutral.

The Pen

The Pen

Inspiration:
Sometimes I write down poem ideas that I don’t finish for years (if ever). Other times the whole thing seems to flow at once. Today I was reviewing old poem brainstorms, and one triggered the idea of taking a pen to battle, so I followed it, curious to see what would happen.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
 
 
The Pen
I took a pen to battle
to fight against my foes,
for mightier than sword is pen,
so the old saying goes.
 
But they must not have known it,
’cause they didn’t run away,
but stood and laughed and mocked me
standing amidst the fray.
 
“What are you going to do?
Write us all to death?”
one said as he approached,
so I calmly took a breath,
 
and poked him in the eye
with my most mighty pen.
He swung and missed (strike one!)
but actually hit his friend
 
who had started running at me,
but now tumbled to the floor,
taking down his neighbors
in rows 2 and 3 what’s more.
 
He swung again (the first one)
but missed again (strike two!)
and took down more compatriots
(they numbered not a few).
 
A third swing flew, then 4, 5, 6,
(Hey- shouldn’t you be out?)
More and more comrades fell
the more he’d swing and pout.
 
And when the dust then settled
they’d all fallen to the ground.
Complaints and groaning whimpers
were heard the only sound.
 
I slowly approached the leader
(the one with the swollen eye)
who was pinned beneath his neighbors
and looking up to curse the sky.
 
“Be Gone!”, I said, “And don’t come back!
If you do, know this, my defense’ll
be stronger, for you won’t face pen.
Next time I’ll bring a pencil!”

Scapeducks

Scapeducks

Inspiration:
Which came first, the punchline, or the joke? In this case, I’m pretty darn sure my mind came up with the twisted punchline first, and invented the back-poem to be able to use it. (Extra points if you can guess who the King and Colonel are.)
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
 
 
Scapeducks
Which came first, chicken or egg?
So the old quandary goes.
The King replies “Why ask, who cares?”
while the Colonel responds “Who knows?”
 
The Darwinist says “The salamander,
for surely it must have been luck.”
As for me, though, I’m pretty darn sure
it was just a pair ‘a ducks!

Feelin’ Alwrite

Feelin’ Alwrite

Inspiration:
I woke up one day and felt happier than normal, and found that it actually made it more difficult to write poetry. Strange. (But I’ll take it!) I guess that explains why there’s so much depressing poetry in the world!
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
 
 
Feelin’ Alwrite
What an unexpected delight,
to feel too happy to write!
     No gloom to dread
     pushing me out of bed
to get up, take breath, and fight!

Lightning

Lightning

Inspiration:
I’ve often found that I’m easily 10 times more productive on my best days than on my worst. (As if “productivity” were a measure of success in life– but it pays the bills, so I’ll save that rant for another day.) On rough days, routines can be helpful, but not may not be sufficient. Sometimes it might be better to let go of the expectations (self-imposed, or others-imposed) and pause the focus on “the work” that “must be done”, and instead do something that will help the work flow more easily. Hint: a little fun goes a long way. (And so does a quick nap.) Stepping away from the work for a bit can be an investment, not only in oneself, but in the work as well. You may be surprised what you come up with when you come back to it a few minutes later. Sometimes we just need to get out of our own way for a while.
 
Medium:
Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.
 
 
Lightning
Some say to write the same time each night
whe’r or not you feel the urge.
 
Yet others do say to wait ’til the day
when inspiration starts to surge.
 
But I’m looking for proof out perched on my roof
installing a lightning rod.
 
I like to write when I’m struck by the light,
but I’m not opposed to increasing the odds.