Okay, so R.G. is dawg sick today…and I’m posting for her. Something you may not know about our sweet wunderkind is that before she started writing novels she was a talented poet and published lyricist–some are funny as hell and some will make you cry, she’s so good. I hijacked a poem she had on her blog a while back to showcase her mad skills.

DIRTY POLLYANNA

I will be your blanket
But I will not be the rug you trod.
That rug you never thank it,
And you ground in dirt the way you clod-about
In thoughtless, heavy steps,
But I don’t begrudge you warmth at all
You may not ever push me down-
But I will never let you fall
I would put you out were you on fire, even burn for you
But I won’t be a target for your ire, though I have its true
Been foolish in the past with choices that my heart made when naïve.
I wouldn’t change those choices now, not for the world,
You can’t conceive
That kindness doesn’t equal weakness,
I have armor made of light
I hug your inner child till they submit and give up trying to fight.
It’s not the meek who shall inherit
But the kindest of the pack
Ahimsa is our battle cry,
Harming none our only tack
I can be gritty,
Fluffy,
Raunchy,
Angry,
Wallowing in vice.
Just a dirty Pollyanna,
Naughty if you’re lucky,
But not ashamed of nice.

And her bad ass song.

WATERFALLS

You are the mountain,
Larger than life.
Strong and unchanging,
Though icy winds freeze you and cut like a knife

You keep your secrets,
Hidden so well
Cool and unyielding
Though inside you burn fires hotter than Hell.
And in all the history of history
You never fell.

I am the river
Flowing and free.
I’m going somewhere,
Though I’m not sure just where somewhere might be.

If I stop for too long
It’ll kill me I’m sure.
Movement is my life,
Change me and I’ll be a river no more.
But changing the course of a river,
Is what a mountain is for.

Chorus:
And the only time,
That water falls.
Is when it reaches the top of the mountain,
And hears the call.
Sayin’ go on and give it a try…
You’ll never get another chance to fly.
Though you dont know whats on the other side,
There’s no choice at all.
When faced with a mountain….water falls.

You keep me close to you,
Take all I can give.
I give you new life,
You give me shelter and reason to live.

Though I keep searching,
you’re holdin on fast.
But our world is changing,
and neither one knows how long its gonna last.
I long for the future,
and you can’t let go of the past.

Chorus:
And the only time,
That waterfalls
Is when it reaches the top of the mountain,
And hears the call.
Sayin’ go on and give it a try,
You’ll never get another chance to fly
Though you dont know whats on the other side,
there’s no choice at all.
When faced with a mountain…waterfalls.

2 Responses to “Poetry Hour!”

1. Jennifer McKenzie Says:
   August 21st, 2007 at 10:02 am

   I love her poetry. I remember the “Dirty Pollyanna” one. Love it.
   Hope RG starts feeling better soon.

2. Crystal Jordan Says:
   August 21st, 2007 at 10:28 am

   Me, too! She was so sick when I talked to her yesterday