"PICKING UP"
DON’T MAKE HER YOUR REASON
TO CRY YOURSELF TO SLEEP
BLAMING ALL YOUR PROBLEMS
ON THE COMPANY YOU KEEP.
SHE IS NOT THE REASON
THAT YOUR LIFE HAS COME UNDONE
FEELING YOU HAVE TO SUFFER,
MAY YOUR TRIALS ALL BE WON.
SHE WON’T BE THE EXPLANATION
YOU GO ABOUT YOUR DAYS
DOING THE THINGS YOU DO
TO GET YOUR VERY WAY.
SHE WON’T BE YOUR RATIONALE
IF YOUR LIFE GOES UNFULFILLED
YOU KNOW HOW TO GET YOUR WAY,
WITH THAT YOU’RE VERY SKILLED…
NEVER WILL SHE BE THE MOTIVATION,
YOUR TEMPER’S NOT IN CHECK.
TRY MAKING HER YOUR EXCUSE,
SHE'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE IN YOUR WRECK.
SHE WILL NEVER BE YOUR MOTIVE,
THE CHOICES WERE ALL YOURS.
WHEN YOU “PICKED” UP,
YOU THREW HER DOWN,
HEAD RIGHT OUT THE DOOR.
S.J. OWEN © 2014
Pedestal
You put her on a pedestal
like an untouchable statue;
benign of emotion.
Human
person
being
individual
creature
soul
Have you confused her with perfection?
The image in your mind has forgotten her soul.
It is cold, lonely foreboding
this position you have given her.
She is not a statuette which requires occasional dusting.
She is woman
living
animate
perky
vibrant bustling
vivacious
full of life
Is it fair to expect perfection?
Try making love to a statue.
COLD
Susan Johnston Owen ©2011
THE INTERNET
Confused by bewildering changes,
uncertainty brought chaos into a
complicated situation..
a puzzle in the world she
tried to conquer as mayhem
running through her thoughts
slowly began to erode reality.
Approaching a
mass of buttons and screens, able
to delete a person on a whim.
It was enchanting when she began
click a button, find a friend.
With time, addiction settled in.
Hastening to read the day's news,
this was a comfortable place,
to get in the way of common sense.
How much trouble could it cause
clicking the keys of a machine that
in itself is harmless until some
hapless abuse trolls in?
With the words, "it's only the internet", the
realization of its' intensity
if one allows it to be, is clear.
None the less many friendships
have gotten past the barrier of the screen
Gossip, misunderstandings, joy, laughter,
perplexed, bewildered, saddened.
Emotions never leave.
With that, she punches a few keys
The knowledge that dealing with people
is the same no matter where she settles
opens her to continue the journey.
She is who she is, just a person attempting to
find happiness in an uncertain world.
After all, if someone
chooses not to believe what she says,
speaks ill at her back,
that can't be fought.
The truth will remain the truth.
Susan J. Owen 2015 ©
Confused by bewildering changes,
uncertainty brought chaos into a
complicated situation..
a puzzle in the world she
tried to conquer as mayhem
running through her thoughts
slowly began to erode reality.
Approaching a
mass of buttons and screens, able
to delete a person on a whim.
It was enchanting when she began
click a button, find a friend.
With time, addiction settled in.
Hastening to read the day's news,
this was a comfortable place,
to get in the way of common sense.
How much trouble could it cause
clicking the keys of a machine that
in itself is harmless until some
hapless abuse trolls in?
With the words, "it's only the internet", the
realization of its' intensity
if one allows it to be, is clear.
None the less many friendships
have gotten past the barrier of the screen
Gossip, misunderstandings, joy, laughter,
perplexed, bewildered, saddened.
Emotions never leave.
With that, she punches a few keys
The knowledge that dealing with people
is the same no matter where she settles
opens her to continue the journey.
She is who she is, just a person attempting to
find happiness in an uncertain world.
After all, if someone
chooses not to believe what she says,
speaks ill at her back,
that can't be fought.
The truth will remain the truth.
Susan J. Owen 2015 ©
How Dare You
It's true she's no angel, not even close.
but you thought she was the best thing ,
you'd found on this Earth.
You knew she wasn't free but that was a blur.
You had some nerve chasing her,
using your lovely boyish charm to hide
the truth you did not want her to see.
You did not want her you wanted a prize,
unattainable, so it seemed in your eyes.
How dare you act like a wounded pawn,
you played the game like a pro all along.
She kept saying no, you kept saying alright,
yet kept waiting for her night after night.
You had a good time you know that it's right,
yet suspicious she'd never be true.
How dare you act like a small pained child,
you pursued HER, you weren't meek or mild.
How dare you put it all on her?
Wishing her well but continue your slur.
She's guilty, she's shouted, I know it's true.
Yet the things of which she's accused
aren't accurate nor close to true.
Ever think twice of what she could lose?
Not just her heart; her family and child.
How dare you keep at her she knows she did wrong,
this break was rough she's no longer strong.
She'd never known one like you, yet she tried
You wanted perfection, she had to tell the facts,
you had no right to ask for that, your character lacked.
You will not speak, you won't talk this thing through,
yet your assumptions will never be true.
She admits it, she hurt your tender pride,
it's time to dismiss it she's paid for her crime.
Friends listened daily, they heard how she cried.
She knows that you're trying to prove her a fake.
The truth of the matter she kept telling you,
was she needed time and assurance,
so this wouldn't blow up in her face.
Why do you need to leave her in disgrace ?
You were a liar, yet dump it all on her.
All she wants now is to just let it be.
You really loved her, she really loved you.
Why can't they save a piece of the good?
In the wee hours, when looking back,
you sang to her heart; it will never forget.
sjo/jazz© 2008
Replaceable?
The vase fell
shattering to bits.
Strangely the incident
didn't trouble,
can be replaced
Objects aren't important,
unlike hearts; no double.
Staring at the pieces
easily dumped in trash,
knowing they're expendable
not worth thinking
of the crash,
they only gave memories,
some pleasure.
Worldly goods may make
one feel fortunate,
this deception often
causes us to forget,
true riches may get lost
in this coordinate,
when acceptance of self
is denied, not met.
Valuing belongings
understandable;
not worth strife,
why don't we value
each other more,
it's just, "life"?
sjo/jazz©
Tired
Would you mind
if I cried?
I’m so tired
of the games,
competition,
gross ambition,
let me write
without the fray.
Read a book,
let down my hair.
Senseless banter
not to address.
Ignore this machine,
write in my journal.
Sit on the deck
breathe fresh air,
not meet my deadline,
not care.
This assault
to make me perform
isn’t my style,
I’m getting worn.
Words will come,
I guarantee.
Today’s for me,
I’m taking it back.
sjo/jazz
5/29/2009 ©
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Pedestal
You put her on a pedestal
like an untouchable statue;
benign of emotion.
Human
person
being
individual
creature
soul
Have you confused her with perfection?
The image in your mind has forgotten her soul.
It is cold, lonely foreboding
this position you have given her.
She is not a statuette which requires occasional dusting.
She is woman
living
animate
perky
vibrant bustling
vivacious
full of life
Is it fair to expect perfection?
Try making love to a statue.
COLD
Susan Johnston Owen ©2011
THE INTERNET
Confused by bewildering changes,
uncertainty brought chaos into a
complicated situation..
a puzzle in the world she
tried to conquer as mayhem
running through her thoughts
slowly began to erode reality.
Approaching a
mass of buttons and screens, able
to delete a person on a whim.
It was enchanting when she began
click a button, find a friend.
With time, addiction settled in.
Hastening to read the day's news,
this was a comfortable place,
to get in the way of common sense.
How much trouble could it cause
clicking the keys of a machine that
in itself is harmless until some
hapless abuse trolls in?
With the words, "it's only the internet", the
realization of its' intensity
if one allows it to be, is clear.
None the less many friendships
have gotten past the barrier of the screen
Gossip, misunderstandings, joy, laughter,
perplexed, bewildered, saddened.
Emotions never leave.
With that, she punches a few keys
The knowledge that dealing with people
is the same no matter where she settles
opens her to continue the journey.
She is who she is, just a person attempting to
find happiness in an uncertain world.
After all, if someone
chooses not to believe what she says,
speaks ill at her back,
that can't be fought.
The truth will remain the truth.
Susan J. Owen 2015 ©
Confused by bewildering changes,
uncertainty brought chaos into a
complicated situation..
a puzzle in the world she
tried to conquer as mayhem
running through her thoughts
slowly began to erode reality.
Approaching a
mass of buttons and screens, able
to delete a person on a whim.
It was enchanting when she began
click a button, find a friend.
With time, addiction settled in.
Hastening to read the day's news,
this was a comfortable place,
to get in the way of common sense.
How much trouble could it cause
clicking the keys of a machine that
in itself is harmless until some
hapless abuse trolls in?
With the words, "it's only the internet", the
realization of its' intensity
if one allows it to be, is clear.
None the less many friendships
have gotten past the barrier of the screen
Gossip, misunderstandings, joy, laughter,
perplexed, bewildered, saddened.
Emotions never leave.
With that, she punches a few keys
The knowledge that dealing with people
is the same no matter where she settles
opens her to continue the journey.
She is who she is, just a person attempting to
find happiness in an uncertain world.
After all, if someone
chooses not to believe what she says,
speaks ill at her back,
that can't be fought.
The truth will remain the truth.
Susan J. Owen 2015 ©
How Dare You
It's true she's no angel, not even close.
but you thought she was the best thing ,
you'd found on this Earth.
You knew she wasn't free but that was a blur.
You had some nerve chasing her,
using your lovely boyish charm to hide
the truth you did not want her to see.
You did not want her you wanted a prize,
unattainable, so it seemed in your eyes.
How dare you act like a wounded pawn,
you played the game like a pro all along.
She kept saying no, you kept saying alright,
yet kept waiting for her night after night.
You had a good time you know that it's right,
yet suspicious she'd never be true.
How dare you act like a small pained child,
you pursued HER, you weren't meek or mild.
How dare you put it all on her?
Wishing her well but continue your slur.
She's guilty, she's shouted, I know it's true.
Yet the things of which she's accused
aren't accurate nor close to true.
Ever think twice of what she could lose?
Not just her heart; her family and child.
How dare you keep at her she knows she did wrong,
this break was rough she's no longer strong.
She'd never known one like you, yet she tried
You wanted perfection, she had to tell the facts,
you had no right to ask for that, your character lacked.
You will not speak, you won't talk this thing through,
yet your assumptions will never be true.
She admits it, she hurt your tender pride,
it's time to dismiss it she's paid for her crime.
Friends listened daily, they heard how she cried.
She knows that you're trying to prove her a fake.
The truth of the matter she kept telling you,
was she needed time and assurance,
so this wouldn't blow up in her face.
Why do you need to leave her in disgrace ?
You were a liar, yet dump it all on her.
All she wants now is to just let it be.
You really loved her, she really loved you.
Why can't they save a piece of the good?
In the wee hours, when looking back,
you sang to her heart; it will never forget.
sjo/jazz© 2008
Replaceable?
The vase fell
shattering to bits.
Strangely the incident
didn't trouble,
can be replaced
Objects aren't important,
unlike hearts; no double.
Staring at the pieces
easily dumped in trash,
knowing they're expendable
not worth thinking
of the crash,
they only gave memories,
some pleasure.
Worldly goods may make
one feel fortunate,
this deception often
causes us to forget,
true riches may get lost
in this coordinate,
when acceptance of self
is denied, not met.
Valuing belongings
understandable;
not worth strife,
why don't we value
each other more,
it's just, "life"?
sjo/jazz©
Tired
Would you mind
if I cried?
I’m so tired
of the games,
competition,
gross ambition,
let me write
without the fray.
Read a book,
let down my hair.
Senseless banter
not to address.
Ignore this machine,
write in my journal.
Sit on the deck
breathe fresh air,
not meet my deadline,
not care.
This assault
to make me perform
isn’t my style,
I’m getting worn.
Words will come,
I guarantee.
Today’s for me,
I’m taking it back.
sjo/jazz
5/29/2009 ©
