Tag: poems

Life, She Said

Zentangle5132013Today’s card isn’t a card. It’s a poem that I wrote. I hope you enjoy.

Tears, Breathless, Union, Blocked, Insanity, Safety, Love, Hope, Help

LIFE, SHE SAID

Life, she said
To everyone
in particular
Those who never listen,
Isn’t about union.
There is no safety
Not in numbers.
Not in tears
Not in breathless, deathless, reckless kisses
The kind that leave you gasping
For air
For them
For you.

Life, she said
Is about not letting them
Rob you
Steal your hope
Render you incapable
Of ripping away that net
Of their inexpressable
love? No that’s not it.

Help, she said
Is asking for it
and insanity,she said,
is accepting it as truth.
Live, she said
Don’t be blocked
Don’t be stopped.
Love, she said.
Just love.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
May 7, 2013

Peas, Poems & Punctuation

It seems there was discussion about whether this poem was a poem or a narrative or what.

This poem was published in 2008 to the Bellaonline Mused publication. The editor even mentioned it in her letter in the publication. It seems there was discussion about whether this poem was a poem or a narrative or what. 😀 They finally agreed that it was a poem. I think my style of poetry tends to be narrative with a very visceral rhythm. What do you think? Continue reading “Peas, Poems & Punctuation”

Major Arcana Poetry Index

When I was thinking about pursuing certification (and I still circle back to this every now and again), one of the steps included writing a meditation or a poem for each of the 22 Majors. Using the Rider-Waite Smith, I employed my 9Words Poetry Challenge method.

This is the index of my Major Arcana poetry project. When I was thinking about pursuing certification (and I still circle back to this every now and again), one of the steps included writing a meditation or a poem for each of the 22 Majors. Using the Rider-Waite Smith, I employed my 9Words Poetry Challenge method. Here are the links to the completed poems and the place holders for the remaining ones. Justice was done twice. Not for any reason other than the fact that I was not paying attention.

Major Arcana Poetry Index

Geese, Badgers & Mary

So today’s Elemental Dignity reading moves to another deck. It’s not that I don’t adore the Mary-El. I’m finding it almost too trance-inducing–if that makes sense. I needed to move back to a deck that I know. To quote Alison Cross of This Game of Thrones, I needed to get into my

So today’s Elemental Dignity reading moves to another deck. It’s not that I don’t adore the Mary-El. I’m finding it almost too trance-inducing–if that makes sense. I needed to move back to a deck that I know. To quote Alison Cross of This Game of Thrones, I needed to get into my Continue reading “Geese, Badgers & Mary”

POEM: Aubergine Surprise

Always ~ Voice ~ Share ~ Aubergine ~ Stranger ~ Lush ~ Surprise ~ Liberate ~ Know

Aubergine Surprise

Oh yes I’ve always known you see
That the color that would liberate me
Would be lush deep pure aubergine
Wrapping me up all velvety soft
I share this always present hope
So more can learn my view of life
The suprise though the surprise for me?
The one that carried me away to this?

That there was aubergine in your touch
That the voice of this tall stranger could
Know that what I needed this grey day
Would be lush deep pure aubergine

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11/29/2008

Poem: Rock My World

Thank ~ Give ~ Change ~ New ~ Old ~ World ~ View ~ Wait ~ Real

Rock My World

Gonna change these tired old rags
Gimme something real sexy in red
Gonna rock my world in new shoes
Never gonna wait for anyone again
Ain’t gonna stick with the same old
GOnna change the landscape forever
Gimme a paintbrush gimme color
Get on board or outta the way
Not waiting for a ticket to give
Gonna wrestle my life back from me
Tired so damned tired of waiting
For someone to happen–fuck that
Gonna thank me for my time served
Rock my world with sexy new views
Gonna rock my own damned world

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11/27/20098 <–wow.. .back to the future much, Arwen? HAHAHAHAHA

POEM: Banshee’d Again

Banshee Wrap Cloak Battle Support Wall Random Waste Relent

Banshee’d Again


Wrap my arms around myself
Cloaking against random stares
The fingernails of my desire
Shriek against the slate of silence
Beat my heart against stone

Piercing wails banshee’s song
Need to lean my head back
Solid wall living warm heart
Support me hold me love me
Empty nothingness awaits me

Rendering my cries wasted air
Points so relentlessly moot
Love’s battle kills another
Wild Scottish moanings
Woman lost to all love

11/5/2008
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Readers Notes: Nope, no clue where this came from. Pulled the words AFTER writing the piece though.

Poem: One Of Those Girls

Listen * Melting * Fusion * Spice * Slide * Back * Door * Payment * Tower

One Of Those Girls

Careful. I’m one of those girls who eats cinnamon
Sticks way back in her mouth rolling my tongue
Then kissing you with hot sweet spices–flavor
That girl who’ll sneak you in the back door
Pour you a glass of sweet tea to prevent you
Melting in the heat that is this tangible passion
I’m one of those girls who says I’ll listen
Pressing my ear against your heart counting 1-2
As your presences looms over me like some tower
Dark and leaning like a forgotten Pisa moment
Watch me. I’m that girl who’ll slide down you
Never asking payment for these forbidden moments
Where you and I create a symphony of kinds
Hot sweet cinnamon against your pressing lips
Fusion of my lava heat belly to your belly
As I join what is that singular moment of me
To that sturdy presentation of your lust
Careful. I’m one of those girls…

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/7/2008

Readers Note: I have to admit to enjoying this piece. There are a few moments in it that don’t scan exactly as I might like but for 8 minutes of writing time…I’m well pleased with this.

Poem: Restless Screams

Journey Strain Urge Tug Pull Guide Seek Distance Sea

Restless Screams

Sometimes urges–primal screams of myself if you will
Yank at me like restless children who tug my hand
Come with us. Play with us. Run with us. Live please.
Should I seek these winsome toddler thoughts–follow?
Should I stay planted in my known domesticated self
Would the journey to the wilding that is within
Strain my sanity. Snap me like a twig. Break me down?
Pull me closer to that edge with fantasies of hope
With no map in hand I must let that muse guide me
Will she pull me over the bone-shattering cliff?
Will she drown me in that soul-sucking sea?
There in the distance I can hear those cries
Wailing, laughing, crying, shouting, screaming
Those restless children. Those primal screams of me.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/4/2008

POEM: Sunday’s Bad Girl

Speak Easy Comfort Meaning Everyone Will Listen With Intent

Sunday’s Bad Girl

She lolled on the porch
Speak easy comfort girl
Meaning to get dressed
Do the Sunday thing
Everyone will talk
No matter her intent
Might as well rest
Listen to those birds
Instead of the gossips
With such small minds
Better to enjoy sun
Speak easy comfort girl

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
8/10/2008