Lindars' Stories Revisited : Mermaids Lament

Mermaids Lament

my heart is yearning for the sea
the place where once I roamed
among the green and ferny fronds
beside my hidden home

but foolishly I desired to roam the world above
believing 'tween the forest and sands
perhaps i'd fall in love

but people are not quite the same
they're burnt and hardened by the sun
not like those gentle souls that live
in mere moonlight strands of gold

but too late it is I've realized
that there is no return
for dreaming and wishing is all that's left
for a lost oceans soul

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Originally published on one of my livejournals 8/30/2009 https://lindarfenume.livejournal.com/

Lindars' Stories Revisited : 3 Hour Lament

 3 Hour Lament

My heart lies in a place so far away
Where the sun stays up three hours more
But rises three hours late
My thoughts are cold in the morning
Yet stay awake so late at night
Much to the disappointment if my peers
But I wish that it wasn’t so
I want so badly to have my heart
To feel it beat in my own chest again
But it’s never to be
For he’s taken it from me
I’m not dead, not alive
So I go through the motions each day
Making believe that I am what I say
But knowing my heart is so far away
So I rise three hours before the sun there
So I die three hours before it goes down
But when one’s already dead, what’s death?

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Originally published on one of my livejournals 10/20/2007 https://lindarfenume.livejournal.com/2604.html

Book Shelf Revisited: Learning Poetry

I happen to like a lot of different kinds of written work. As you've well noticed I'm sure if you're a regular reader, if you're not, welcome on board ^_^.

When I was in college I was introduced to something called Poetry Slams, the idea of which puzzled me slightly. Why would people be slamming poetry? And then we watched some video footage, and I was amazed! This was something new, and wonderful to me.

I was blessed to have the chance to see one of the artists perform live at my college. (And some of his work is amazing, just from a literary appreciation view, so seeing it done live and seeing what it was meant to sound like in person was great.) Today I figured that I'd start rounding this blog out, into a more cross genre creature (slowly as it may be) by adding one of his books of poetry to the mix.

What Learning Leaves
Taylor Moli
74 pages

I've had my copy of this book for 6 years. I've shared it with a few people, but it ended up in storage at one point and it recently came out. The poetry contained between the pages covers a variety of topics, but the ones that most people will relate to or understand are the ones concerning school.

"Like Lilly Like Wilson" is one of my favorite poems in the book. It looks at the way people use the word like, even when it isn't necessary. Teenagers will likely find amusement in the words, and an understanding as well. That sometimes, there's a limit.

Taylor Moli has put out more poetry since then(of course) and has his own website, If you're intrigued or even just a bit curious please head on over and take a look. http://www.taylormali.com/index1.html

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Originally posted January 3rd, 2012 at http://thebookshelfgoblin.blogspot.com

Spoon In Pudding

This is a poem that I wrote at the Albright Knox when I was visiting there in 2008. It was inspired by a few real life problems, rather things that I felt were problems. Nut anyway, hope you get a giggle out of it. It's a lot different than some of my more recent writing, but I think you might get an idea about the way I was feeling then and the things that were bothering me.

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"Spoon in Pudding"

Bite Your tongue

turn off the tv

and listen to me

you need to do laundry

the rugs need cleaned

and you're sitting there playing Halo 3

I know it's your hobby

but darling you know

i hate the way your sloppy

in my domain, my home

you try to claim sanctuary

and hide in your room

but i swear am gonna make you

eat the friggin broom

i know your friend's on your side

of course they're on yours

they say you're being taken for a ride

but your mother's on my side

she says you need to clean up

you need to take a break

before i put that Xbox

through our front window

and your neck in a brace

what's that you're done playing?

your mom's at the door?

good riddance to that damn thing

it's going to the kids next door.

(c)K.M.B.

Grandfather Pluyta's Song

I was going through some of my older files recently, and I stumbled upon a folder buried in my writing folder. It's of a few short things I had been working on when Maru was working on the Jinopets project. It didn't last too long, but I remember how much fun it was. So I'm going to post a few of them here to share them with you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did then.

This is what a Pluyta was.

 The dawn of time

Was not long past

When our story first began

And the phoenix Aeroh took to flight

Giving the day its light

But not to be outdone by her

The silver Nigard took to the sky

And where the shadows fell at night

Made stars, and phoenix he reflected.

The waters bubbled and broiled as deep beneath the sea

The Nasinar started to chant

And creatures filled the sea

On the land the earth was barren

 But the Metak saw to that

Forest soon were growing

And the scent of flowers filled the land.

Khaurn though scorned the daylight

And took to making caves

Kenja being quick to the chase took to the plains

The others all divided, living close and far

And each of them was different

But no single one can be called the star

For in truth as is reality

To be fruitful and have joy

There must be some interaction

And everyone must have a voice

After the jino’s had taken to the world

Humans seemed to just appear and populate

Far corners of their earth

And as we find now, as we see

Jino’s and humans are family

For together there is much to learn

Together they can destroy or build

Which brings us to today

Remember that the choice you make

Can affect another’s day

Freedom's Lost

Freedoms are no longer free
they all come with a cost.
people have become unwise
common senses lost.

There is a certain hunger
driving common man,
looking for a wealth
without a cause to understand.

Freedom once meant flying
on wings of fancy free
now our wings are clipped
and the skies only to be seen.

Kept grounded from our purpose,
lost in others dreams.
things are more confusing
our own ripped at the seams.

but even in this madness
and the sadness that we see
there is still a chance there
that we all yet can be free

The chains may yet be broken
of the grounding we have gained
if we realize and see now
That we are the ones to blame.

By giving others power
over the choices we may have
we've given them our freedoms
Becoming societies slaves

They take away our reason
leave us barely to survive
but even as they grieve us
they leave us yet alive

Ours eyes can see
our ears still hear
our days go moving on
The time is marching swiftly
As the years fly seasonally on

Don't despair of freedom
there is no true loss you see
you're only ever as free
as you believe yourself to be

k.m.b. 2013

Story Time?

So I've been rolling a thought around in my head for a bit, and I've decided that there's no reason not to follow through with it. I know that some of the people reading this know who I am and where I am. And that is alright, and good. Story time though is something that everyone should be able to enjoy.

http://www.storylineonline.net/

http://resources.woodlands-junior.kent.sch.uk/interactive/onlinestory.htm

so here's two links to things online to check out for now. they're neat. But keep an eye open... things should be getting interesting around here soon.