Showing posts with label Doors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Doors. Show all posts

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Too strong to bind...

Hey! Here's your Saturday Post!

There really is nothing new under the sun
too strong to bind
you'll find... these preconceived notions
of beauty
of language
of danger and fear

There really is nothing new under the sun
too strong to bind
you'll find... these preconceived notions
of intellect
of communication
of security

this idea is unfinished... 

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com
Onward Looking
© Tiffany Monique February 2014

Saturday, February 15, 2014

2.15.14 Saturday Post

PING

I thought I was just watching a movie.
Conflict
Resolution
New conflict
smaller conflict
plot and intrigue
And then a reveal
justification and forgiveness
PING
"I need you to forgive him"
She pulled off her wig
all was revealed
PING
Her cancer killing her body
His cancer killing his friendships
And I thought of my friend and his father
And I thought of myself and myself
PING
"I need you to forgive him"
Sailed home like an arrow shot
And I woke up
Conflict
Resolution
PING
The race is today
The marathon of refusal
The marathon of acceptance
Good morning
Gunshot
PING
Which race is being run today
Either way
Go!
© Tiffany Monique, 2008 Gwynn Oak, Maryland

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com
Yours Truly, 2013

Saturday, January 25, 2014

Saturday Post 1.25.14


Good morning, I Don't Want to Write

I have writing to complete
I really do
My character has been nagging me
Saying "we don't hang out 
Like we used to"
She says, "You're avoiding me"
I have
"You've been avoiding me"
I have
"Forgetting to set time for me"
There were good reasons
Life for one
She says, "my buttbone is still on fire"
Because that is the last scene I completed
And she is still sitting there
She would very much like to 
Fight
Or pass out
Or stand up
Or something
Anything to move forward
She is insistent
Almost rude
"Write me out of here!"
She says
"Let me breathe!"
She says
"Only you can save me!"
She says
But I don't want to write
I don't
I'm busy
I'm sleepy
I'm out of my rhythm
And secretly
I don't want to let her go
I don't want to share her
I don't want her to go to school
Where I can't protect her
From the others
"Please"
She says
"I'm dying of boredom and Yna needs to go down!"
She cajoles
I laugh
I acquiesce
I sigh
Ok I say
I'll write today
But I'm not so sure about tomorrow
"Today is all there is, so good morning"
She says
"And you can reward yourself after
A paragraph
A page
Feel smug
Secretly accomplished
Only
Please write!"
She says
And I know
I will write today
Despite the fact that
I don't want to

I dedicate this to the writers who have school papers, stories, reviews, essays, poetry, or WHATEVER they need to do that involves that "thing" that calls to you in sleep, asking for interaction because they have something wonderful to give you, the writer, simply for stopping by and spending time with them. Get up, go to that door and walk through. I commend you for doing so, especially when you don't want to.

With words, song & prayer, TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com

Friday, October 11, 2013

Friday Poetry 10-11-13

Summer 2010, Washington, DC © Tiffany Monique

Two Weeks Notice
If overthinking were a job
I was a Chief Administrative Officer
And hating my position
I had a beautiful office
In a beautiful building
In the middle of a storm
Of my own creation
And I loved and hated
My own mind
My beautiful mind
My mental self-weapon
But
I put in my two weeks notice
I was not fired
Terminated for cause
I quit the job
So that my heart could beat
So that I could dream
So that I could love
So that I could create
And laugh and sing and dance
In the clear light of the sun

And some remindering...

 

 What an adventure!
Simply being my own self

How BLESSED I have been!
Yours Truly, Summer 1996, La Jolla, CA
© Tiffany Monique

Yours Truly, Spring 2009, Glen Burnie, MD
© Tiffany Monique

Yours Truly, Spring 2012, Santa Barbara, CA
© Tiffany Monique

Yours Truly, Winter 2012, Borrego Springs, CA
© Tiffany Monique

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com
Yours Truly, Summer 2011
© Tiffany Monique


Friday, September 13, 2013

Friday Poetry 9.13.13



Writings from the desert...

It's flippin' dry!
I'm parched!
Need fluids!
Need to LIVE!
Well,
If I'm alive enough to complain
I'm ALIVE!
HECK NO it's not comfortable!
But there's something beautiful in it
Beauty in the pain of change
A strength stirring as I learn
I am in fact not dry
Or parched
Or in need of anything
As if I lay dying
Because all I've done
Is left my comfort zone
And I have to say...
I'm kinda diggin' the difference
Kinda
© Tiffany Monique 2013

For my home-girls

You make me crack up
It's because you are so you
Crazy as ever



With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com
Yours Truly, Summer 2011
© Tiffany Monique


Friday, July 5, 2013

Friday Poetry 7.5.13

Changing Courses, and Forgiving Misdirects





Short Prose Inspired by Robert Frost
"Two roads diverged in a wood"
And you took them both
Sometimes you want so bad to travel on a particular road
And despite the detour signs,
Construction men,
And police ribbons
You find yourself hurt that the way is impossible to travel
It'll take a minute,
Regrouping
Learning the new way
(Thank GOD for G.P.S.)
And then you turn yourself around
And you get going on the right road
Yes
You're annoyed at the time you lost
At the ground you gave up
Due to wrong turn choices
But then you see this road is much easier
And faster
And your vehicle isn't suffering from the unnecessarily rugged twists
Turns,
Obstacles,
Roadblocks
And you get to where you were trying to go
Which was the exact place you were trying to go
When you were going the wrong way
But this new way
So much more beautiful
And easy
And you realize how lucky you are
To know the difference so thoroughly

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Here's where you can read me:
www.alwaysalreadyalright.blogspot.com 
www.pmeqme.blogspot.com
Yours Truly, Summer 2011

Friday, June 21, 2013

Friday Poetry 6.21.13

Poetry and images

Breathing
Inhale
listening to birdsong
gentle breezes
even with engines humming underneath
Exhale
my input into the day
prayers and song
even clothed in a 6am sheath
Inhale
the smell of my garden
the taste of my coffee
the pressure on my shins from blankets or air
Exhale
my gratitude to God
my appreciation
the inspiration of stillness, just being there

Coffee Colored Word Play - A Words & Images Project
From 2011, with Love - Coffee Colored Word Play
Coffee Colored Word Play by Tiffany Monique
The Whole You Naked - A Words & Images Project
From 2011 - The Whole You Naked
The Whole You Naked by Tiffany Monique


Private Path, Locked Door - A Words & Images Project
From 2013 with love ~ Private Path, Locked Door
Private Path, Locked Door by Tiffany Monique

Bottled potential
That's what they call me
Hope on copious amounts 
of drugs

Scandalous hope
I dare you to stop me
I dare me 
to keep going

Bottled potential
Shaken like soda
My limits are a tetris
Fit into my future

You sir
Are in my way
Don't say
I didn't warn you

Bottled potential
That's what I exude
That's why I'm creating
That's how I'm here

With words, song & prayer,
TiMo
Yours truly, Just before singing at the 2009 Inaugural Ball