Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Having Said Nothing

It is called the silent treatment
When nothing is said
But it is clearly known
That anger is being fed
Anger that walked in the door
Unexplained, exploded
No reason why
The world imploded
There is nothing to say
So silence prevails
Until the storm ends
And the ship sails
Yet the storm rages on
Within the silent mess
Because of the silence
So much added stress
Slamming doors
Thrown things
Childish anger
Silence brings


© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Watching, Waiting, Hoping, Wanting

Watching TV, some nonsensicle show
About nothing of importance
Nothing I didn't know
Waiting for intelligence
To somehow appear
Within the context of stupidity
Like that commercial for beer
Hoping I don't find
What it is I seek
Because stupidity breeding brilliance
Means our intelligence has peaked
Wanting nothing more than sleep
After my mind has turned to mush
I didn't think about the caffiene
Still keeping me up
Waiting, watching, hoping, wanting
Trying, but not that hard
For something new to happen
Someone new and smart


© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Monday, August 26, 2013

Feeling Old

I stopped keeping up with the Jones'
Because they weren't interesting anymore
Then I stopped paying attention to the Smiths
Because they weren't hard core
Now I am looking around
Boy how the world has changed
Not liking what I am looking at
Everything seems so strange
There aren't any family values
No sense of dinner at 5
Everyone trying to out do another
To prove they are alive
It makes no sense to me
And now I feel my age
I want to put my blinders on
And wait for another way to gauge
The years I have lived
The knowledge I have gained
The morals I share
With the friends I have made

© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Going About It All Wrong

I said, you heard
You hear, I didn't say
Or so I thought
Until today
Apparently, I got it wrong
Trying to hold my tongue
I am trying to remember
But my thoughts jumble together
You say things I said
I don't know whether
I did or not
Was it only a random thought?
Sometimes, I can't get them out
But I think I do
We can't communicate
When neither of us has a clue
I am mad at myself
That you don't see
That I try, but I just don't
When I think I did
I don't say, you don't hear
That is painfully clear
But what I think I say
You don't hear
I'm just going about it all wrong.

© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
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http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks

Friday, August 16, 2013

Watching Water Boil

Watching pots to keep them cold
Never works when flames are bold
Burning hot through solid ice
Flames so high as to entice
Gather you in; burn your skin
Roiling boil never to cool
To tame the heat, such as fool
Watching pots to keep them cold
Never works when flames are bold


© 2013 Deanna Repose Oaks
All Rights Reserved
http://www.amazon.com/author/deannaoaks