Why So Wordi-less???

Because… kitty!

Murrr???

After losing Mysty several years ago, I didn’t think I’d have another pet but a chance posting caught my eye and I couldn’t stop thinking about this pretty girl’s story. She’s moved in, getting more comfortable everyday and has me talking “baby talk” pretty much 24-7. It’s eccentrically adorable but not conducive at all to poetry writing!

So, all of the things – family, home, Mr. Man and work are pretty much the same. If y’all are writing, grand and if you too are finding more to do on the 3D side of your screen, grander! If you’ve emailed, I never check it; you can reach me via comments or my real email. Take care All!

~ kei
11 March 2017

This is my baby’s story. I’m so happy she found me!

Everyone deserves a chance ❤

How to Be a Ladyperson at the Holidays: 10 Important Tips

How to Be a Ladyperson at the Holidays: 10 Important Tips

Still plenty of time to get it right Ladies!

I Miss You When I Blink

Straight from the ad pages of your favorite magazines, here’s your guide to being a girl in December. Take notes.

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1. Stay cozy. Wear a baby.

wear a baby If you play your cards right, your sensitive, goateed dad/boyfriend/professor will reward you with a pair of socks made out of his extra sweater sleeves.

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2. Flaunt your complexity.

Embrace all your many dimensions. Think: "I'm an heiress and an Italian professor at this upscale tropical funeral." Show off all your many dimensions at once. When planning outfits for your holiday soirées, think: “I’m an heiress and an Italian professor at this upscale tropical funeral.”

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3. Represent feminine softness in a hard masculine world.

coach All around you are skyscrapers made of bricks and iron and glass and ouchy things. They’re all pointy and hard. But not you. You’re a soft pink flower in a gentle haze of light. Everything around you is blooming, because you breathed springtime into winter. You’re a superfresh candypants sugarblossom.

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4. If you’re truly hot, you…

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Alone

Winds of change… Cleanse this space.
A reblog of a piece from my first month on WP and a link ~ https://theeclecticpoet.com/2012/05/23/alone/ ~ to the original.

The Eclectic Poet

I saw the path of my future

In the lines of your face

A route that seemed clear

In your palm I could trace

I have lost my compass

In the sands of time

Lost amid the shifting

In a life no longer mine

I’ll let myself be rocked

In the arms of the tornado

To feel something, anything

Until it too, shall let me go

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Poetry From The Vault

For a year or two before I joined WordPress I wrote privately and on a couple Facebook poetry pages. One page – The Eclectic Poet – is still there, suffering the same neglect that WordPress does but once in a blue… the algorithms that be will cast up a “Your Memories On Facebook” post that isn’t just a photo but one of those long ago snapshots in words.

This piece is titled “Blue” and is one of my stream-of-thought or two-AM-thoughts style pieces. It was written on 17 October 2011 and never shared publicly. I rather like it.

Cut and paste from Facebook, this is “Blue”.

Blue

17 October 2011 at 13:03

 

Everybody wants a piece but only on their terms

I feel so… stretched

Pulled thin and transparent

I have enough for everyone if they aren’t greedy

My heart needs…  replenishing

Pumped out and labouring

Brown eyes like amber

Tell me all your heart’s secrets

Such treasures preserved

Mahogany, amber, teak, chocolate

Leather, chamois, silk, velvet

blood, wine, cigarettes, coffee

Beautiful…

I can’t get you out of my head. Not normally a bad thing. Very, very frustrating today.

When I close my eyes I can see you. Worse. Sometimes I can feel you.

I can hardly stand to be in my own skin. It’s like I have a fever. On fire, shaking.

I want you here… You are what I need to replenish… Fill me up with you.

Such a tangled web we’ve woven

Your benign indifference leaves me frozen

Snap you fingers, demand my fire

This bed feels like a funeral pyre

If you don’t love me, leave me be

You can’t pick & choose the parts of me

 

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~ kei
17 October 2016

Come Clean

tDot on my mind… Still.

The Eclectic Poet

You’re sounding so bitter
Learned how to manoeuver

Seems like the Big Smoke
Has got in your eyes, is making you choke

Come as you are, Baby can’t you see
You can drop your defenses,  it’s just me

There’s no need for disguises
Don’t need deals or compromises

You say you don’t want misperceptions
Follow your heart in my direction

We don’t play that way here
You know there’s nothing to fear

I just want you to come as you are
Don’t need to be a bright lights, big city superstar

Come on back home, try me on for size
I’m not so different, maybe a little more wise

There’s only one way to make a new start
You gotta wash Toronto outta your heart

~ kei
12 January 2014

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Every Picture Picture Tells A Story I

One of the short stories I published here in 2012, my first year on WordPress.

The Eclectic Poet

He slammed out of the trailer, letting the door bang closed behind him. She had heard him angry before but never at her. She was surprised by the heat of his emotion and a little scared. It wasn’t his way.
She ran out the door after him, into the full force of the hot summer storm that had kept time with the increasing intensity of their conversation. Catching up to him just as he reached the dock, she grabbed for his arm saying, “Eric, wait!”  He shook her hand off growling, “Don’t! I don’t know what you want from me!” and stalked away, out to the end of the dock.

She watched a moment, his drenched silhouette a picture of misery in the lightning flash. He put his hands to his head, bending over in slow motion as if someone had kicked him in the gut. Her heart broke a…

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