Allya's Stuff

[Allya]

I got bored at lunch today:

Twitter Haiku
Communication
Reduced to just one forty
Language devolving

Accounting
I had a vision of days gone by
And wondered why I stay
This is not me, my soul cries
And yet the bills are paid

Perhaps within the ledgers
One will see my art
See beauty in the figures
It would be a start

Perhaps in ones and zeroes
I can share the words
Hide behind a pen-name
In anonymity be heard

Yes I have a vision
Someday I will share
A lovely, twisting vision
In reality, snared

[Allya]

There were several five alarm fires recently in my city. It made me wonder what it'd be like to be a fire bug.

Fire Bug

You ask me if I’m sorry
For the smoke and fire and ash
You ask me if I’m sorry
And I can only laugh

There’s something you can’t see
As smoke billows to the sky
A monument to me
My glory defined

You don’t feel the need
So maybe you don’t know
The hunger I must feed
Or the beast will grow

I feed it with the burning
I love to watch the burning
The buildings must keep burning
Or the beast will burn my soul

[Allya]

Charm City Metro

At night with cramped hands and tired feet
Venturing down into the belly of Charm City
Warm winds carry moisture and fouls smells
From places unseen in the dimly lit tunnels
Walking forth as the signal chimes
Sliding into my safely padded seat
Looking through dirty windows
Watching reflections of my fellow travelers
Careful not to stare or meet the eye
I wonder

Who would we be if the chimes didn’t ring,
If the doors didn’t open?
How long before we’d see
Each other?

[ASGetty ((Zovo))]

You should really get in on the monthly poetry/Flash-fiction competition.
Your work is so enjoyable.

[Allya]

Thanks Zovo . I was going to do the Seuss one but I was ill for three weeks and never finished my piece. I think I'll post it when I'm done even though the contest is over. It's just cute.

[Allya]

I'm not using this for the January assignment because I don't like it enough. However I really liked the phrase 'urban fantasy' so I had to use it in something.

Guerrilla Gardener

Waiting for the cover of night
I slip into the darkness
My work is good, my work is right
Though many call it madness

My fingernails are black with earth
My pockets filled with seeds
All will soon witness the birth
Of my urban fantasy

Green grenades and seed bombs
My weapons of choice
Humanity does not belong
Where nature has no voice

As the sun warms the streets
Budding soldiers will rise
In many colors they will greet
Weary city eyes

I fight the filth with flowers
The decay with leafy greens
I’ll drain the blight of power
With Guerrilla Gardening

[Allya]

I wrote this one for my step-sister whose embroiled in the Gay Marriage debate in Maryland at the moment...

The Definition of Marriage

What is in a word, a piece of paper, a line?
What tricky definition does common sense defy?
That I can give my heart to hers, and she to mine
But cannot share the rights that others toss aside.
That I can look lovingly into my children’s eyes
But not be called a mother on Parent-Teacher night.

What is this institution you fear we will defile
By sharing words and rights that you’ve had all the while?
Why is it so easy for you to champion denial
Of equality for others? Do you so revile
Us that with a righteous smile
You repeat the words from the rank and file?

Equality is slippery when it’s for others, for them
We only request what you abuse on whim
That she can marry her and he can marry him
And be so protected from the storms that life blows in
You’ll not find the answer in any book or hymn
Knowledge of right and wrong comes from within

Of our lifestyle you don’t have to approve
You don’t have to like us for your heart to move
In this day and age there’s really no excuse
By gaining this right we do not cause you to lose
Only bigotry and hatred could drive you to refuse
Our right to marry the her or him we choose

*Modified to it's final version*

[Jenny (Reffy)]

Dude ... Allya! *Round of applause!* Loved the Gay Rights poem. Did your step-sister get to read it out loud or anything at one of those debates? I hope she won or that they helped the movement somewhat. The poem is pretty fantastic. I definitely think you portrayed the bitterness of it and along with the stupid reasoning - and did it tastefully and without losing the message. Nothing I can pick out that could have been better.

[Allya]

Sorry I've been absent for a bit. I started a new job and it has taken ALOT of my time. Thanks for the feedback Reffy. I got the gay rights poem published by the Baltimore paper which was pretty cool. Don't think it helped though...lawmakers pushed the bill into committee to die

Oh well, here's a new completely unrelated poem:

Siren's Snare

I can fall for siren songs
That cloud the mind in docile fog
I’m not immune to twisted tunes
That promise much and fade too soon
You can lead me by the ear
I’ll bend to pleasure, bend to fear
And then when you have sprung your trap
I’ll curse you ‘til you take it back

Yes I can fall for siren songs
But mind intentions well
Or you may find your honey trap
Has hastened you to hell

[Kaez]

I continue to very much enjoy your poetry. Hope to see you around more often.

[ASGetty ((Zovo))]

Apr 4, 2011 16:18:05 GMT -5 Kaez said:

I continue to very much enjoy your poetry. Hope to see you around more often.

^^^

[Allya]

Thanks guys! I'm working on an entry for a magazine whose theme is Siren Songs which is why this the theme of the one below is so similar to the one above.

Summer's Sweet Siren Song

Simple tones in carnival tune
Waft through summer air
Children stop, none are immune
To the frozen fare
Piglets, banks, and penny jars
Are raided with abandon
To join the sticky sweet bazaar
And feast away the famine
With minds abuzz and bellies full
He slowly slips away
This pied piper knows his pull
And doesn’t wish to stay
Rolling down another street
He begins the dance again
To lure the children to their feet
And joyfully reel them in
Heat stretches past the sugar high
But memories will not fade
Adults smile at days gone by
And the siren song that played

[Allya]

Looks like the Gay Marriage poem is getting published! I'll post more details when I have them. Yay!!

[Dylaria]

I remember ice cream trucks, though there are no ice cream trucks around here any more. Probably society scared that children will be taken in the back to who knows where.

The only thing I can criticize is that I felt that the ice cream man being compared to the pied piper was a little cynical. Yeah, its true and I wouldn't argue that but kinda dampens the nostalgia a little. Beyond that it kept a pattern and I was able to read it at a rhythm easily so that all worked. I know, I'm not amazing at giving feedback on poetry.

Anywho, congratulations on the publishing of the other poem! That's pretty darn cool.

[Allya]

Accepting Embrace

Before your whispers filled my ears
And drowned my wary cries
Before visions in ribboned silk
Blinded cautious eyes
Before your soft caressing touch
Had stayed my readied blade
You knew that you could have me
Your wish I would obey

Before I watched my comrades
Fall in crimson fields
Before my feet had left the land
And I begged the sea to yield
Before my raw and weathered hands
Had clawed upon the floor
You looked into my soul
And there had found the door

Before I faced the serpents
And fought their poisoned glare
Before my king and country
Had brought my cross to bear
Before I with raspy breath
Felt the flame grow cold
You knew that you would steal my heart
Enchanting with the hold

You watch me now with crooked smile
Because you’ve always known
You watch me and I cannot move
My body turned to stone
You watch me and I feel the peace
You promised in your tune
I never could foresee this death
The end you always knew