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“Creative Anxiety”
Creative anxiety
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Oh, those bug farts /
give me quite a start. /
just tear me apart, /
and then I cannot start. /
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I cannot put pen to paper /
Not now, not then, not later. /
Any noise is absolute traitor /
Drives to a creative nadir. /
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My computer screen remains blank; /
There’s no fuel in the tank /
Ideas are skunk skank /
If I golfed, it’d be a shank. /
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A car horn blocks away /
Children running round to play /
All these reach out and slay /
Any creativity today. /
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Oh, the muses do decree /
All these sounds won’t let me be. /
Even a leaf from a tree /
Is as loud as a crashing sea. /
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Oh, dear God, if you exist, /
Please grant my bucket list /
Or at least if you insist /
Take away all who made me pissed. /
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Silence, only silence I can abide. /
I accept not your a chide /
Even your socks across the floor, slide /
Make me full of bile and snide. /
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I will not, cannot not live in peace /
Until all sound reaches surcease /
Until even the bee’s knees /
Reach a point of full freeze.
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“Brushy Mountain”
Brushy Mountain
Watchers and watched speak /
Memories wet and cold as /
A Saturday rain.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Hearing keys”
The key to the conversation.
Filed under 2024, Cartoon, fun, joke, Monday morning writing joke
Monday morning writing joke: “Shelf adoration”
There once was a writer in a bookstore /
Of her novels, she wanted to see more. /
Up on the shelves /
She wanted them to dwell /
But first she had to do more than adore.
Rod Serling on writing help
May we all have a chance to help someone.
Filed under 2022, writing tip, Writing Tip Wednesday
“If I should meet”
If I should meet
If this author I should meet
In a bookstore or on the street
Will she autograph my books
Or give me ugly, sullen looks?
Will she shoo her hand and say,
“Old man just go away.”
Or will she take her pen in hand
And send me to the Promised Land?
Driving pen down into my heart
And ending life with a sudden start?
Or will she stop and graciously offer
To personalize the books I proffer?
Thanking me for supporting her
Though these works may be obscure?
If this author I should meet
On a bench or restaurant seat
Sadly, I’ll not have her books with me.
What a disappointment that will be.
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