Your Garden of Blooming Lies

Flexible?
Sure. Even fluid,
but not twistable enough 
to become your yarn.

You’re stunned by my stance?
Ha! Yes, I choose to laugh. Absolutely
not because I’m crazy or bitter.
It’s just that you’re phony.

No, not funny ha-ha or funny queer—
those I love as much as I love Sling Blade.
You’re a sham.
And I refuse to become the next bloody secret
buried in your garden of blooming lies.

Laughing Girl, via Scribble Junkies

53 comments:

  1. Nice!!!...I loves me some 'tude first thing in the morning :D XXX

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    1. It's quite lovely at night, too... it seems. ;-D

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  2. You tell 'em, girl. And definitely check out "The Myth of You and Me". It's awesome.

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    1. *growls* I read the blurb, and I like it a lot!

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  3. Holden Caulfield would approve.

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    1. Now I want to re-read The Catcher in the Rye. *sigh* See what you do to me?

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    2. *clears throat slightly* ...Holden Caulfield would approve.

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  4. I really like the narrative voice in this poem - it is filled with personality and confidence. The words you chose fit the diatribe so neatly, one wouldn't think they came from a compiled list. I thought my favourite part was the first statement, until I read the last, which is epigrammatic.

    Great poetry.

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    1. Some issues seem to rip all kinds of emotions out of our gut...

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  5. Love! With all my heart love!

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  6. Can't. Stop. Grinning. :D

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    1. Grinning is a great thing... especially early in the morning, at noon and right before bed. ;-)

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  7. Your last two lines, especially and your image...perfect pairing! Nicely done. :)

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    1. That image screams yarn and rage, doesn't it?

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  8. I love Sling Blade , not as much as I love Billy Bob.....xoxoDebi

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    1. Sling Blade is one of my favorite movies. I would go as far as to say that it was one of the works/characters that inspired me to go into the field of Social Psychology and Mental Health.

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  9. This is great and I know a few people in my offline life I could/should say this too; oh and I love me some Slingblade :)

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    1. Maybe you can send it as a card? *cough*
      Sling Blade rocks!

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  10. Last two lines are an amazing telling of your sentiment. Bold and strong, this one.

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  11. I was once a cheese pizza with extra pepperoni. Trust story!

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    1. Peppers, olives, pineapple and bacon.

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  12. I love this and the title is brilliant <3

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    1. Thank you, my dearest Winter Moon!

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  13. How wonderful is your poem! And I love the site! If I only had more time I would love to participate at that site! Hope all is well during this magic month!

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    1. They have wonderful prompts. I enjoy them all, especially Fireblossom's. She always shares something that inspires me. I can't participate all the time, but every now and again I can't help myself.

      Thanks sooo much for the good wishes!

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  14. Holy hell, this was my day! Well, one argument with my grandmother that ended up coloring the rest of the day, actually, but I like the hyperbole version better, lol. She's old enough and decrepit enough (with just enough dementia thrown in) to think she can get away with acting like she owns everybody around her, like she's got the right to tell us all what's right and wrong, etc... putting words in God's mouth, as it were. Except in her religious case, it's pretty literal.

    I took exception. Imagine that. Lol. I needed this today. I just wish I'd been able to laugh, but some people are too good at pushing my buttons... oh well. No use crying over spilt milk. Live and let die...

    <3 Fox

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    1. Oh the dear holy grands... what would we do without them? Probably have a healthier heart. But hey, like a friend of mine says, "Live and let dies..." quickly for the latter. *cough*

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  15. Wonderful! I love your title, poem and image too!!!! Made me smile, well smirk really. Thank you. Hugs, Rasz

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    1. Smirking is often good for the soul, I've heard. *hehehe*

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  16. I love the raw honesty so eloquently spoken here Magaly!

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    1. Raw is very good at writing itself. ;-)

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  17. Love the "taking no shit" of this poem!

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  18. crispy ..strong......... and the image is such a complementary part............

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    1. I love that little girl. The moment I saw her, I thought, Wow, I wonder if the artist was thinking about an unwritten poem...

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  19. BS makes the best fertilizer for a Garden of Blooming Lies.

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    1. Indeed. And sometimes the stench can drive someone to scream and prune!

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  20. Did you see that story about 800 or so little babies bodies found in a mass grave, a septic tank at an old unwed mothers home in Ireland... 'Buried in your garden of blooming lies'.... F-ing amazing word magic as always Ms Wicked x

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    1. I did not! My dear gods of mercy. I will look for it.

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  21. I, too, love the voice. Also the way you got the yarn in there! :)

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    1. The yard weaves as the yard weaves.

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  22. Blooming lies! Excellent! Kick ass! Love this Magaly o)

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    1. I just love the thought of the sound of your voice saying, "Kick ass!"

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