I Wish I Was A Rampaging Queen: March 2014

Monday, March 31, 2014

These Old Boots

These old boots

Of sturdy brown leather

The stories they could tell

But won't

They'll keep their lips sealed

In any weather

They've appointed me

The storyteller

They've kept me dry

Through it all

Wind, rain and snowfall

Their loyalty

I deserve

I keep them oiled

Whenever they get

A little bit soiled

Although

I must confess
I have been
A bit feckless

They still carry the mud

From my last trek

To Camelot

The long walk

Up the narrow winding path

The bursts of rain

Boy, did they get a mud bath

These old sturdy

Brown boots

Still have a piece

Of history

Embedded in their soles

I don't have the heart

To clean them off

Because they played their role

In the adventures

They took part

They live on

In our memory

And we are not ready

To put them away

Maybe before our next holiday

Until then

The mud will stay

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

The Glass

Every day I am amazed

At the sights I see

Before me

Behind the glass

Exhibited for the world

Men, women

Boys and girls

The tragedy, reality

Displayed in all it's vulgarity

It's a tale we've all heard before

The sadness, loneliness

Desperation

Hidden in disguise

By smiling faces

Hellos, thank yous and goodbyes

What happens

When the connection is turned off?

Black screen

Features mean

Body not so lean

Dethroned queen

Network wean

Do we face an empty room?

Heart saddened as we look around

In our deserted tomb?

I prefer to think of seeing

When we're done with peering

Through the glass

Beautiful faces

Fabulous places

Walking in the rain

Humming a tune

While looking at the moon

Meeting with friends

Over dinner and wine

Wishing that the moment

Would never end

Because it feels so fine

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Sharp and Jagged

Passion's lane

Is a path less traveled

Obstructed by mountains of pain

And a bottomless fissure of doubt

Though our hearts call

We tune them out

Fear of the unknown

Down this lonely thoroughfare

That we may travel alone

And lead a life of despair

Lucky are the few

The very few

Who mount their steed

And take up the sword

Bold and daring, bidding adieu

To everything they knew

Strength and conviction in their creed

Unafraid to cross the river at the ford

I am but a child, bare of feet

On this sharp and jagged road

Unsure of when next I'll eat

On this bandit filled route

Of scoundrels and rogues

Tentative but sure

Each step painstakingly sincere

With back held rigid

Push aside all of my fears

I travel the path less traveled

I always will

I wish to feel the world

It's fires aflame and waters still

To burn with the fever

Of my love

And the artistry of my soul

My fingers fly to catch up

To reach the heights of my goal

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Shall I Continue...

Shall I continue on this steam

In this fantastical vein of thought

Of dreaming dreams I wish to dream

Smoke and mirrors exquisitely wrought

Of skipping softly from cloud to cloud

Concealed by chimera's veil

Singing love songs but not too loud

Deafened by passion's gale

My love I'll be back soon

A lifetime can not erase

Don't mind if I'm out of tune

The memory of love's embrace

Don't worry I won't be late

My hunger I need to quell

You know I'd never make you wait

I'll feast on your immortal well

I watch him with his indomitable smile

His inherent strength I revere

I know, I'll be gone for only a short while

But serpent's eyes do tend to leer

He is in all of my dreams

The taste of my lover's kiss

The dreams I dream with sugar and cream

Calls to mind what I dearly miss

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Crap That Goes Through My Head

Here I

Sit

Here do I

With my coffee

And chocolate

(Cadbury

Dairy Milk

Fruit & Nut

My preferred

Sweet

Was I

Since I was

A teenager)

Yummm...

I can't forget

I have a

Glass of water

Too

I like something

Cold

To wash it all

Down

To the ground

Upside

My frown

"Cause

She's

Brick

House"

I sit and I read

I read and I sit

The words

The poets

Have written

On G plus

And it's a must

Well

It's a given

That I start

With my faves

Then move on

To the ones

My eyes

Have never laid

I will plus

And/or

Comment

On the words

That I like

But I'm not

A huge

Engager

In G+

'Speak'

That is

An area

Where

I am

Weak

I'm not

Even sure

What it

All means

But I've

Learned

A new word

'Coxcomb'

-A pretentious fop-

I'm going

To find

A way

To add that

To my

Mish-mash

Jibber-jabber

Slop

What was I on about?

Oh yeah

Chocolates!

Are finger

Lickin' good!

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Crazy As A Loon

***Warning explicit language to this piece. Not for children under 18 years of age.***

I once knew a woman

Crazy as a loon

I haven't seen her

In a year and a day

But if I saw her today

It would be too soon

Not only did she act

Like a demented baboon

But she was also

An attention whore

Constantly opening her doors

Above and below

To any man that wanted a go

And crying wolf

To anyone that would listen

"Oh woe is me

He hath used me

I was a virgin

Don't you know."

I've heard her story many times before

There was the bloke she had

A week ago or was it four

And again a different guy

She met at a club

She did him in his tub

She thought she was mighty fine

With her coloured contacts

Of purple, gray and...lime?

And the hair pieces she used to wear

When she took them off

She barely had any hair

I say I knew her once

And once was enough

When she turned

Her mismatched eyes

My way

I thought I'd better stay away

She looked like trouble

I didn't need

And you better believe

My advice

I did heed.

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Shall I Write A Love Poem?

Shall I write

A love poem

Of a love

So true?

Of how with one look

My soul blazed into life

That I trembled anew?

The flames devouring my strife?

Shall I write

That I've gazed

Into his eyes

And found fire and ice

And everything nice?

Of how I recognized

A kindred spirit

In those depths

Accepting of me

And all or any vice?

That he's pledged

His life to me?

And gave it willingly?

Because he's found what

He'd been searching for?

A lifetime of looking in

The wrong door

That in return

I promised

A fierce

And passionate love

For all of time

And that he

Will always and forever

Be mine

If I wrote this poem

Would you think it true?

Or would you think it fantasy?

Written by a woman

Wishing it her reality

Longing for love

Passion and thunder

Lightening in

The eye of the storm

And love in

It's fiery haze

Dancing through life

In a watery daze

Tell me, would you think it true?

Repellent

In this exotic

Tropical clime

And the sneaky

Vampire slime

I was in denial

For so long

Oh but those

Creatures are vile

And I was

So very wrong

They would sneak

Into my room

In multiple pairs

And catch me

Completely unawares

Their hungry eyes

Would light

Upon my thighs

And take a nibble

Here and there

Next thing I know

I have bumps

Everywhere

Oh and they would itch

And I would scratch

And scratch

Until I ended up

With a big angry patch

Repellent

Is now my

Savior

I've had to change

My behavior

Who cares

If I smell medicinal

All day long

And that my new scent

Is Eau de Repellent

And I'm singing their song

I have now

Seen the light

You know

That I'm right

That repellent

Is my best friend

All day

And all night

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Friday, March 21, 2014

Mist and Gold

I'm dreaming of lifetimes of mist and gold

Barefoot on cool misty greens

Sparkling crystals floating

With stories waiting to be told

Of crinkles and laughter

And koi taking a peek

Of birds zipping by

For the seeds that they seek

Of papers and pens

Of long afternoons

Of strolls on the beach

Fingers entwined

It can never begin too soon

Here I am

At the place of my birth

Dreaming of the day

When I'll have my piece of

Heaven on earth

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

My Reflection

I looked

Into her eyes

And saw the pain

I smiled

As I wiped my brow

And said

No gain

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Childhood Fears

Childhood fears

Of things

That go bump

In the night

C-R-E-E-E-A-K!

What was that?

My heart thumps

The empty blackness

Gives me quite a fright

That clown there

Separate from the rest

With the painted on smile

That's not genuine laughter

Coming from those lips
Though he tries to beguile

Look closer

Into his hate-filled eyes

That expression

Has been there awhile

That sad lonely howl

Coming from somewhere outside

Is it a dog? Wolf?

Or some kind of beast?

Ready to tear me apart?

My body its feast?

Is there something

Underneath my bed?

With gray withered skin

Eyes a dead void

That stare out

From a hollow soul within?

Will it slither out

When I've lain my head

Ready for my night's sleep

To tug at my fingers

Or the toe's of my feet?

My childhood fears

I've long since outgrown

But every once in a while

They've popped up

Through the people I've known

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

I Don't Pretend

I don't pretend

To know the world

To assume

Easily done

Not undone

I look around

My eyes

In wonder

The world

Is strange

But then

So am I

I don't pretend

To know the world

But I know this

I fit in

In all my glory

My weirdness

Matches my story

Stories we all have

To tell

Or not to tell

That is the question

I don't pretend

To know the world

But I know this

The world is strange

But then

So am I

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Friday, March 14, 2014

Catch Me

My love

Oh how my passion

Does linger so

It sizzles

Just beneath

Can you hear it?

It's made my skin aglow

My eyes

Darken with your whispers

Your slightest touch

Relentlessly fevered

Throw me in the wildest rivers

For I am aflame

Caught in your game

Gripped in the frenzy

Of your love

I am no

Retiring dove

Shall I

Lick

Your

Wounds

You are welcome

To lick mine

I've taken a shine

To your lips

My, aren't they fine

Bring those hands

Over here

Touch me there

Don't be shy

I won't bite

Come near

It's my turn

To whisper in your ear

Hey you naughty man

Catch me

If you can

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Let's Go For A Ride

I want to take you for a ride

On silk brocade seats

A hundred places to hide

Between the soft sheets

See that woman over there

With her eyes dipped low

And her short golden hair

What's her story?

I'd like to know

What about that man

With his fedora tipped just right

I saw as he ran

He barely made it

Out of breath

Boy, it was tight

And that couple in the corner

Whispering in heat

They aren't aware

I can hear every word

Things I can't repeat

I lean back in my seat

Take a sweet languid sip of my wine

I feel the rhythmic beat

Of the wheels beneath my feet

Oh, how it rolls just fine

My eyes shutter close

As I take in the scene

I can imagine

The murder, the mystery

I've fulfilled a life long dream

From Paris to Turkey

And everything in between

Hercule Poirot

Where are you now?

Are your little gray cells ticking?

I've enjoyed your stories

Come on take a bow

Do you know where I am?

Have you taken a guess?

I'm on the famous

Orient Express

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

I have been out of my head in silence
Obsessing over facts and figures
That mean nothing and everything
To me

How long can I go on
In the dead of the night
I am typing, computing, nodding
Over things
That mean nothing and everything
To me

How will my love find me
When he calls to tell me how much he cares
Will I be obsessing over facts and figures?
Typing, computing and nodding?
Over things
That mean nothing and everything
To me?

Or will I be fast asleep
As he wished
Exhausted and beat
Because the things
That mean nothing and everything
To me
Can't compete
With the me
That is nothing
Without the people
That is everything
To me

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Sunday, March 9, 2014

A Short Story - A Prickly Sensation One Normal Morning

One normal morning on a normal ordinary day I made my way down the stairs to eat breakfast. Three quarters of the way down the stairs I saw a man with black hair wearing a light blue button down long sleeve shirt and khaki colored pants standing in the dining room. His back was turned to me. I didn't recognize him so I thought he must be one of my father's friends here for a visit. I thought it odd that he was visiting so early in the morning. It was half past six a.m. As I reached the bottom step he stepped out through the open glass door into our backyard, turned to the right and walked towards the gate that leads to the house next door. Out of curiosity I walked into the dining room and headed to the sliding glass door. It was shut. I didn't recall seeing the man close it. I looked out back, towards the gate, it was padlocked. That's strange, I thought.

My parents walked in and we sat down to breakfast and I forgot all about the incident. It wasn't until after we had eaten and my parents were sitting in the living room watching television that I remembered. I asked my dad who our visitor was this morning. He looked up at me confused and answered, 'No one.' 'Wasn't a man here earlier?' I asked and proceeded to describe him. My father glanced at my mother confusion written on his face and responded firmly, 'No. No one has been here today.' A prickly sensation went up my spine as I headed back to my bedroom.

*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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Friday, March 7, 2014

My Permission

I have wandered
Through a world
Of mist
Seeing through eyes
Of a small girl

With giants in the midst
Of a wasteland
I barely had the fortitude
To stand
On my own two feet

Hellhounds
At my back
Ready to attack

They wanted to
Beat me
Into submission
But I wouldn't give
My permission

So they shall stay
At arms length
As long as
I have the strength
To keep them at bay

In this mist covered world
That I see
Through the eyes
Of a small girl

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2014

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Spa Day

It's been a while

Since I've spent an

At home

Spa Day

I woke up this morning

After eight hours

Of snoring

That today

Is the day

Of my

Do-It-Yourself

Spa Day

I have everything I need

All of my ingredients

To do the deed

Salt

To scrub up nice

Smooths my skin

To entice

(naughty)

A bit of acid

For my face

Cause it's looking

A mite insipid

And a special light

For my teeth

To keep them

Sparkling white

And of course

A manicure

For my digits

And a pedicure

For my toes

Some tea bags

I've saved

For my eyes

So I can kiss

All my baggages

Goodbye

A leave-in

Conditioning treatment

For my hair

To keep my waves soft

My long strands

Require a lot of care

Yes, today is

Spa Day

Not Spa Hour

Or Spa Minute

Because it takes

All day

Of hard work

To preserve

These looks

I'm sounding

A bit vain

I know

But I intend

To fight to the end

The aging

That descends

On us all

Grow old gracefully?

Oh hell no!

That's my motto!

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Can I Tell You A Secret?

Can I tell you a secret?

I bet you didn't know

I am happiest in my room

It's where my fingers flow

Did you know there are dragons?

Oh yes they do exist

In my room is where they visit

They're so cute, I can't resist

And fairies!

Did you know I helped them build

A village of mushroom houses?

They were so impressed

They all think

I am quite skilled

And there was a damsel in distress

I met her in my room

As a matter of fact

We haven't spoken for some time

The last I saw her was

I think a few months back

She'd been rescued

And taken away

By a big strong man

I heard a rumor

They were on horseback

Through rough and rocky land

So now you know my secret

My room is where I go

To meet with characters

That I dearly love to know

And I've met a man you see

Who loves his quiet and solitude

Just like me

So together we will sit

In OUR room someday

With our characters and our pens

They will come alive

And together we will play

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Sunday, March 2, 2014

Viridian Shoes

A creature has crept inside

In the night

With its sheer emerald hues

There is naught to do but write

About its dark and vicious tale

And its viridian shoes

It silently creeps in

On its tip tip tippy toe

Pirouettes down the halls

It puts on quite a show

Gracefully sly

With its deceptive smile

Don't bother asking me why

'Cause the answer might be a while

This creature likes to play games

Games of which I want no part

Leave me out just the same

For I fear they may break hearts

Chaos is its claim to fame

Anger uncontrolled its alter ego

To pierce your delicate brain

Is its aim

And then my dear

May the cacophony crescendo

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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Saturday, March 1, 2014

I Am An Addict

I am addicted

My heart pounds

Thump, thump, thump

I hunger

Feed me

Nails rake my flesh

If I don't get my fix

I am addicted

Mind is matter

Mad as a hatter

Can't breathe

Sole thoughts

My drug

Need to score

I must have my fix

I am addicted

To the feeling

Of euphoria

I want more

Can't you see

You must know what for

It clouds my senses

Troubles away

I need my fix

I am an addict

Talons have me

In a vice like grip

Feed me

Feed my addiction

To you

*Allene Angelica*

=^_^=

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