Sunday, December 31, 2017

Walk Unafraid




Walk unafraid
let go of the past
and learn to get out of your own way
(I'm working on that one)
 
vow to explore one new place a month
be it a sleepy little community
or an exciting city
or that park across town
that you've been meaning to get to
 
don't be a brat, face your insecurities
you are stronger than they are
and they are not the boss of you
 
let your mind
your heart
your dreams
wander
 
Fear nothing.
except for spiders
there's just no getting around some shit.
 
 
(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 31, 2017
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia
Week 45.10 Topic:  "Walk Unafraid"
 
Bonus Prompts:
Hard (2 pts):  Mention any nickname you have been called (Bratface)
Easy (1 pt):  Include a New Year's resolution (explore / wander)
 
 
 
 
 
 


Friday, December 29, 2017

Mystic Love



~ Mystic Love ~
 
Smitten seas, lunar breeze
life becomes carefree
senses tease, lovers please
sail away with me
 
mystic ease, moments to seize
a wanderlust potpourri
private reprise, love's guarantees
never say never to me.
 
 
(c) Dahlia Ramone:  December 29, 2017
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia
Week 44.10 Topic: Never Say Never
 
Bonus Prompts:
 
Hard (2 pts):  Incorporate Bell's Brewery or one of their beers
(Smitten) (Neptune the Mystic - I only used the 'mystic' part)
 
Easy (1 pt):  Include a style of hat (private)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, December 3, 2017

The Other Side of the Moon




Windswept tears and boomerang fears
clears, but never quite disappears
seeking ways to become immune
on the other side of the moon
 
hiding here, but throwing clues there
juxtaposed desires ensnare
the heart, it retreats into a cocoon
on the other side of the moon
 
look for truth behind the danger
pay homage to love, the stranger
to hearts that land wherever strewn
on the other side of the moon
 
windswept tears and boomerang fears
on the other side of the moon.
 
(c) Dahlia Ramone:  November 3, 2017
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia
Week 41.10 Topic:  Truth Behind the Danger
 
Bonus Prompts: (I did not use any)
Hard (2 pts):  Quote Carl Jung
Easy (1 pt): Use a line from "Lysistrata"
(ancient Greek play by Aristophanes)
 
 
 
 


Sunday, November 19, 2017

Starlit Dreams




Once upon a time
on a starlit night
I dreamt of you
 
I didn't know you, of course
you were only a figment
of the moon and the stars
a gentle breeze that I could feel
but couldn't hold
 
I imagined
a mischievous smile in the twinkling lights
a loving heart as wide as the indigo sky
and a kind soul as soothing as the moon
 
I traced lines in the sky
drawing a path
through the universe
that might lead me to you
 
you may say I'm a dreamer
but I'm not the only one
for as long as the stars and the moon
inhabit the sky
romantics will trace their silhouettes
and try to connect the dots.
 
(c) Dahlia Ramone:  November 19, 2017
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia

Week 39.10 Topic:  Lines in the Sky
 
Bonus Prompts:
Hard (2 pts): Use a quote or lyric from John Lennon *
Easy (1 pt):  Incorporate the phrase "starlit night"
 
* You may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Moon to Moon

 
~ Moon to Moon ~
 
Sitting in a clearing
my heart sees the fern at the edges
intricate as lace and soft as silk
oh, my heart longs to lie in its luxury
to get lost in teal-colored dreams
and let my heart sail to a faraway land
where it is only me and him
at the beginning of our own era
 
but the dreams are a sham
and I awake in the rain
 
my brain is my prison cell
and I am lost in a maze
of my own doing
 
I react
but I do not err on the side of caution
instead, my body begins to arch
in anticipation of my impetuousness
I con myself into thinking
there is no other way
and I aim for the moon
lashing out in desperation
into the ail storm I've created
 
I intended to pit crater against crater
(the one where my heart used to reside
against the one in the sky)
 
but my battle cries ring thin
as I realize in my gut
that the moon has not forsaken me
and this was the beginning to an end
 
crater to crater
becomes moon to moon
and neither moon will die tonight
 
my pain begins to ebb
spent, I look up at the moon
and for the first time,
I listen
 
the rain turns to mist
the air turns sweet
and I see
 
I am the indigo of the night
I am the dewdrops on the fern
I am the moon in my heart
And he is now a memory
 
I apologize to the moon
said I never meant her any ill will
'keep me strong' I asked of her
as I turned to move on
 
I didn't look back
but I knew she followed me
and I heard her when she whispered
with the gentlest of breezes
"as you wish."
 
(c) Dahlia Ramone:  November 5, 2017
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia

Week 27.10 Topic:  Lost in a Maze
 
Bonus Prompts:
Hard (2 pts): Include a quote from your favorite 80s movie *
Easy (1 pt): Mention something you love to cook (I didn't)
 
* "As you wish" from The Princess Bride
(last line)
 
 
 
Side note:  For this poem, I used the following link to make anagrams out of some of my friends' names (this is something that I did back in 2010(ish) on MySpace).  Feel free to use the link if you'd like to try this - it's a fun challenge :)
 
 
These are my friends' names (and their anagrams) that I used:
 
Andrea (and / era)
Brian (brain)
Carter (crater)
Charlie (arch / lie)
Christine (cries/thin)
Colleen (cell / one)
DeAnna (end / an / a)
Debbie (die / ebb)
Donna (and / on)
Fernando (fern / and / a)
Halkios (silk / oh / a)
Leslie (ill / see)
Leta (teal)
Lia (ail)
Linda (land / I)
Lisa (sail)
Maria (air / am)
Marina (rain / am)
Michael (him / lace)
Monica (con / aim)
Patti (pit / at)
Rutgers (gut / err)
Stephen (he / spent)
Thomas (sham / to)
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



Sunday, October 29, 2017

Bell, Book and Candle

 
 
Bell, book and candle
some say spell, I say scandal
on this theory, you have no handle
best left to your neighborhood vandal
 
Under cover of thunder, he'd storm inside
watching his back as he'd spin side to side
breaking and stealing things, he was quite satisfied
then he pushed over a bookcase, exposing a bride
 
She slipped into an alcove, the vandal intrigued
he didn't stop to think he was out of his league
until he followed her in and hit a wall of fatigue
 
"Why am I so tired?" he asked as he fell
the bride smirked and said "welcome to Hell
t'was not meant for you but, meh, a farewell is farewell"
and that that she reached for an intricate bell
 
He could see the bell's symbols from where he lay
and knew its evils, when summoned, would not disobey
but to death he defiantly said "not today!"
 
Giving the room a desperate look
he searched for anything to get him off the hook
his eyes spied an object over the bride, in a nook
perched precariously on a shelf, was a giant book
 
She followed his gaze and said with a laugh
"what, you want to read?  Don't be daft.
Now, what would you like written on your epitaph?"
 
Remembering the candle he stole from the hall
he sought to find a way to stall
he'd need momentum as the candle was small
but if he threw it just right, that book might fall
 
"You've such a beautiful dress," he said with a smile
the bride blushed for a moment, caught up in his guile
she gave him an inch, and he took a mile
 
He leapt to his feet and she took a step back
caught unaware, she didn't expect this attack
she lunged for the bell, but he was no hack
he heaved the candle, and it struck with a smack
 
Now he had aimed for the book, but instead struck her head
he watched as she fell, not sure if she bled
but he didn't stick around to see if she was dead
 
Bell, book and candle - the theories abound
the quest nearly put him under the ground
it was a lesson he vowed to expound:
don't seek that which should never be found.
 
(c) Dahlia Ramone:  October 29, 2017
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia
Week 36.10 Topic:  Bell, Book and Candle
 
Bonus Prompts:
 
Hard (2 pts):  Use 3 compound words, but separate the words
(i.e., if you use the word "anybody" you have to use the words "any" and "body" separately) *
Easy (1 pt): Quote Herman Munster of The Munster (I did not)
 
* thunderstorm / backspin / overexposing (second stanza)
underground (last stanza)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, October 22, 2017

Color Me / Color You



~ Color Me / Color You ~
 
Jump
then fall
color me
with the magic
of new beginnings
encompass me with blue
(a love deep as the ocean)
share with me all your shades of red
(the hues where romance and passion meet)
trust me with white, that I may cradle it
(goodness of heart, purity of the soul)
don't fear to burden me with your black
(pain and fear can be overcome)
and I will give you yellow
(days marked by happiness)
safety and wellness
(with all my greens)
jump; let me
color
you.
 
(c) Dahlia Ramone:  October 22, 2017
 
 
 
 
This was written for Blogophilia
Week 35.10 Topic:  Look at the Magical Colors
 
Bonus Prompts:
Hard (2 pts): Use a song title or lyric from Taylor Swift *
Easy (1 pt): Mention a blue object (ocean, 7th line)
 
* jump then fall (1st and 2nd lines)
* red (8th line)