Category Archives: Guest Bards

Guest Bard: We Are Fire

by Lil

candle_light

Dedicated to Everyone, with all my Love

 

We are the embers waiting to glow,

We are the seed expecting to grow.

 

We are the candle flame that lights up the dark,

We are the arrow aiming for its mark.

 

We are the sunbeam that shines through the storm,

We are the change that brings reform.

 

A single thought thrown into the wild

“It takes the village to raise a child.”

 

Just one small spark passed along,

One becomes two and two become strong.

 

Two becomes a thousand and together they stand,

Heart to heart, hand in hand.

 

We are the flames that burn ever brighter,

We are the music-makers, the dreamers, the writers.

 

We are the voices that will be heard,

We shine our light word by word.

 

The simple hope that lights the night,

You and I are soldiers of light.

 

We are the love that burns but will not die;

We are the fire…

We light up the sky.

 

*inspired by Ella Henderson’s song Glow, 1000 Voices Speak For Compassion, and, especially, Lizzi Rogers

 

Bards Verdict: A beautiful inspiration from the song, and a gorgeous determination that together, we CAN make the difference – we just have to set our hearts on fire with compassion. Love it.

Jesi Scott

Jessica Scott is a Texas native who has been writing since high school. A suburbanite of Dallas/Fort Worth she lives with 1 teen (no explanation needed), a ten-year-old zombie enthusiast, a 3-year-old Tornado, and she is seriously worried about becoming “the crazy cat lady”. She loves: fairy tales, sci-fi movies, Brits, reading, old movies, caramel/toffee, Richard Armitage, poetry, MUSIC, laughing, independent films, theater, writing, Shakespeare, and singing and dancing around the house. She dislikes: cleaning the bathroom, insecurity, running into glass doors/poles/HUGE wall thermostats when people are watching, touching snakes to set a good example, tripping over ottomans (like Dick Van Dyke), false sincerity, bruises she can’t remember getting, indifference, and brussell sprouts.

Her philosophy is this: You can do anything you want to do. All you have to do is do it. The hard part is taking that first step out of your comfort zone. If you can take that one little step towards your dreams, then take another and another, soon you’ll find yourself accomplishing what you thought was impossible yesterday. Turn your impossibles into possiblilities. You are your own worst enemy, and you should be your biggest fan. I’m your second biggest. I believe in you. I got your back, baby!  😉

Remember, “Life is a journey where you stumble and fall”*. What matters most is how you live.

Come on over and see more of Jess Scott her blog, The Lunatic Poet, or meet her on Twitter

Guest Bard (duet): No F***s Given

by Lil

A bit of a different one today, for my Guest Bard, Serins (of Serins Sphere) decided she’d like to write a poem WITH me, which is completely awesome, as we were both thinking along the same lines with regard to social injustices and our responses at the time. So here you have it – our duet. Thanks Serins 🙂 Lizzi

Homeless Doorway

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Brown eyes staring straight at me.

WTF I’m having my cup of tea.

 

You are wearing such a dirty rag!

You smell of wine and your feet are bare!

No ways am I getting a note from my designer bag!

Because simply put, I don’t care!

 

Are you walking down the street shaking your head?

Wearing pyjamas and talking to who?

Let me walk to the other side as soon as the traffic light hits red.

Cause you simply seem to have no clue!

Besides I don’t want to catch your kind of flu.

 

Don’t shout at me “I’m homeless” – I can SEE

But somehow you’re well dressed – so no dice

You were a jerk and so no, you don’t get pity

I would have bought you lunch if you were NICE

 

I don’t mind the people selling the homeless paper

At least they’re TRYING to help themselves

But when you sit on your ass in the gutter, later

Getting wasted on cheap booze from bottom shelves

Ignoring the homeless shelter, I wanna shake ya

 

Why don’t you just TRY? I know *I* can’t make ya

But don’t spend stranger’s pennies on cigs and drink

We don’t appreciate that kind of wastrel faker

And would prefer to spend cash on the ones we think

Might use it to improve. Wallowing’s a deal-breaker.

 

 

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Don’t you dare look down on me with your snot filled nose!

Life has dealt me a hard blow,

So excuse me if I don’t strike a pose!

What do you know?

Apparently you care?

Putting in a good deed, so that the world can see you are fare.

 

Do you think your bodily excretions don’t stink?

Your apparent blue blood gives you a special kind of stench.

Aren’t we the same underneath the skin?

Your disgust, makes me feel like a vicious kind of sin.

 

My uncle rapes me nearly every other night!

We are too hungry to put up against this any kind of fight!

So, yes you bitch – I will toss that baby on the street!

It is better off dead then walking in these horrible feet.

 

You are not better than me!

Why should you have so much?

Sitting there eating that expensive feast?

Of us two who is now the beast?

Take a walk in my shoes, now if you dare!

I’m sad to say that I know this world just does not care!

 

Guest Bards: The Reaper’s Call

by Lil

It’s funny where the mind takes you when you’re writing. I started this poem with a completely different direction in mind, but this is where it ended when the words took control and guided me towards their intended destination. DISCLAIMER: This is not how I feel and does not represent anything going on in my life, this is just where my words led me.

Drun Suicide Continue reading →

Guest Bards: You Will Never Know Me

by Lil

Helenas Pony

 

When Hamlet went mad

I was Ophelia

drowning in a river of tears.

But I came back to play another role

as I always do.

If you thought I was truly Ophelia,

you are Shakespeare’s fickle fool.

I may only be mad north-by-northwest,

but you wear your naïveté like a strait-jacket,

and that froth around your mouth confirms my suspicions.

Continue reading →

Guest Bard: My Name Is…

by Lil

I’m feeling so drunk
But I have’t been drinking
I’m not even here
I haven’t been thinking

My mind is made up and it won’t stop sinking
It’s going to implode in a way I’m not thinking

It’s all messed up; I failed again
Same old story and it’s stale, my friend
I’ve seen it, heard it, got the tee
But I’ve never been able to be just me

My cloud is my cover but
My cover is cracked
I’m living my life riding piggy back
My supporters who hold me and raise me up high
I’m on my own feet now
But fell down and died
I’m fainting and fitting and having a seizure
This is the only way I’ll ever see ya
Helping and reaching and trying to teach
The space in my head that’s a
Double-dutch niche

I’m failing at life and I cant even see,
The first step that Everyone took before me
When we were sixteen and planning our lives
Yours took off, but mine just died
I failed and failed and failed again
“Why do I keep trying?” I said to my brain
“It’s weak to give up and you’re not done yet
But I’m sweating the small stuff”,
I cried in my bed

I feel like I’m dying and going in deep
To the darkness that rests beneath my feet

The peace, the dark
The everlasting heart
The love of my life
In the the death of my part

I feel your presence with every step I take
You’re waiting for the time when I make a mistake
To come down hard and take my life
I’m still living
Already been knifed

My wounds are seeping my life away
With every step, I lose a day
The light I can see
But just out of reach
Screaming, begging, the voice in my head
It might just be me seeing eyes of dread
The darkness that covers me and locks me inside
I did, I did it, I fell down and died

People will remember the shining girl
Who reached and tried
But just could’t survive
She was good and kind
But hated herself
All because of me,
A cheeky little elf

My name is Depression
I am a murderer of the living

 

Depression Talking

Introducing Sarah; Guest Bard Extraordinaire, for she is not a blogger, nor (yet) a writer, but she is certainly a poet. It’s alright though – it runs in the family – she’s Lizzi’s Sister, and mother of Niece and Neff 🙂

 

Bards’ Verdict:An incredibly powerful piece, with raw emotion and Very Deep Feels.

Guest Bard: Slippery Nipples and Starry Nights

by zoebyrd

It was a clear and peaceful starry night
And I was bound by reflections of candlelight
He poured us both, one or two, avalanches
And we toasted several times to extravagance
My dress was a strappy see through black lace
Guaranteed, at the very least, to land first base
And when I saw his eyes, they were full of lust
I knew then the lacy number wouldn’t be a bust
In fact; I may have opened up the Gates Of Hell
Because I knew this flaming lover all too well
This devil must have served me liquid passion
Because I fell into a lazy haze in speedy fashion
I began to recollect all our Blue Mondays
And the Dizzy Blonde’s that got in our way
The Island Affair with that crazy Geisha Lady
And that Hellraiser that seemed all too shady
I must have begun to cry because he fell to his knees
“I Love You always, I’m so sorry about all of these”
He was my first love and the first heart breaker
I admit I am a bit Old Fashioned and a bit of a taker
Often times I am Mission Impossible without a drink
 I am a Hurricane of emotion and hard to Tickle Pink
But he is my perfect love; I wanted to be his Hot Dream
So not to ruin this passionate scene with this twinkling horizon
We drank Long Island Ice Teas and talked about waking Poseidon
We moved inside Black Velvet dreams and practiced our sighs
In Between The Sheets of Heaven and filled them with fervent cries
And when we finished, side by side satisfied and aching …
We toasted: Cheers to Slippery Nipples and a night full of remaking
Hastywords is the author of two self published mixed media works.  She didn’t start out dreaming of publishing but rather to fight depression by listening to the voices in her head and letting them have their say. She writes with a hope that her emotional journey will make another person’s journey less lonely and she will find new pieces of herself along the way! She feels the most rewarding part of writing is being on a shared journey.
Bards’ Verdict: Oh my goodness, Pink Lady, I think I may have slipped down the Mudslide and fallen in WriterLove. I don’t mean to Flirtini but letting me Link Up with your words in this way *definitely* made me go “Woo Woo“!!

Guest Bard: She is Raging

by zoebyrd

Her every step has set the ground to
Shaking; quaking and trembling,
it’s breaking off at the edges
and swallowing up every ounce
of the requiem, of grief.
The calling of sincerity.
The jeers slipping in her veins
and boiling, bubbling under the surface.
The pressure is building and steam
falls in droplets, carving canyons into
the pale framework of her cheeks.
The landscape has shifted,
rushing in. The scaffolding that held
her little world in place
has turned liquid and swept her
straight off her feet.
She’s sucked up all her skeletons
in the whirlwind of her desire
and torrents of hopelessness have
blackened out the design.
It’s opening inside her:
a daybreak that looks like twilight.
Her womb unlocks like a fissure and there
the storm rages on.
The thump, thump, thump
of her latest plummet.
She does not fall gracefully.
She crawls through the sludge
of her latest defeat, barely on her knees.
Her hands dip into the typhoon,
the endless well of emptiness.
She screams in silent pleas.
A storm bound and bent on the decline
of civilizations, of peoples, of hopes
She’s hollowed out her place here.
She’s settled into the void.
The unfilled.
The vacant.
Carnivorous yearning,
ravenous famine.
Her words are a pestilence,
a plague on those who have stepped back
to watch the rupture,
to mend the breach.
Storm chasers, paparazzi.
She is an epidemic,
Widespread, unchecked,
and unbridled.
Rampant and wild,
she is filling this world.
Encompassing.
Raging.

Laura A. Lord is the founder of the blog, History of a Woman. She is the author of Wake Up a Woman, History of a Woman and The Telling. Her work has been published in The Beacon, Whirl with Words, and The Collegian. She is working on a book featuring her son’s favorite toy, Boo Bear, as well as, Perjury, a collection of short stories and poetry. She lives on the Eastern Shore of Maryland with her husband and her two children.

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Bards’ Verdict: A true whirlwind of feelings, wrapped up in words and somehow made palatable by the benign nature of dark and light pixels, yet beneath them, the emotion of this poem is almost strong enough to break free of the screen.