DRYERS ARE EVIL

I had to post this poem I wrote last night in the hopes to tickle your funny bone one last time this year. My kids and I were having a conversation about dryers and when it was all said and done, I sat down and penned this. Enjoy your last couple of days of  2013!

EVA

Dryers are evil

They conspire

And get clothes lost

They force worn out sock

To early retire

 

Dryers are thieves

They watch you sweat

They watch you roll up your sleeves

I have seen whole shirts disappear

Into thin air

Indeed, dryers are thieves

If you’re a pair of pants

A skirt

A dress

Or a blouse

You should live in fear!

 

Dryers destroy

Turning nice silky panties

Into ugly granny panties

Seemingly over night

Panties that once thrilled your boy toy

Now full of holes

As if attacked by a labour of moles

Dryers are evil!

 

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

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Flavorless Salt

Too many people

Think they know too many things

Fact is they only know facts

In the end we know nothing at all

What happens when we fall?

We fall from:

Grace

Our place

A tree

We fall out of:

A window

LOVE

An Airplane

Cars

Hot air balloons

We fall into:

Arms

Beds

Chairs

Water

We fall into:

Despair

When we think things aren’t fair

Then we feel sorry for ourselves

And some one should kick us in the rear

We fall into despair

When a shit we don’t give

And we think no one cares

Then we go molly grubbing

And we stay there a while

Think it’s ok

To not one single fuck give

And let’s never again smile

What we forget is:

To give is to live

Take what’s not yours

And die a little inside

Take and not give

You become full of holes

Like an old sieve

And now life sifts right through you

You’ll have to be thrown out

Like flavorless salt.

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

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PAINT!

PAINT!

The canvas doesn’t lie

So don’t be a pesky ‘lil fly

The canvas is my friend

On it my frustrations die

 

The paints on my brush

They quiet and they hush

My ever aching soul

My ever aching heart

 

Wet paint is my balm

To smooth out all the wrinkles

To soothe and calm my soul

The paints oh how they calm!

 

My canvas can be anything I choose:

Cotton,linen,paper,rock

This is where I never lose

Rock-paper-scissors

 

The canvas is better than a lover

I can be me

I can discover

I can fly

I can swim

I can sink

I can fling paint angrily

Or I can use paint sparingly

 

The canvas is my silent partner

My accomplice

Together we conspire

It knows my long-held desire

It knows who lights my fire

It senses when conditions are dire

It directs me as when to retire

 

The canvas is my date

It never stands me up

It never arrives late

It is quite the perfect play mate

It never keeps me waiting

It never says it’ll call

And then it doesn’t

it never looks for an excuse

I’d rather paint than be out dating:

An idiot

A moron

A clown

A buffoon

Better to paint

So my heart won’t faint

 

So whether you use:

Brushes

Knives

Even your 10 fingers

Your cat’s very tail

Yeah, that’s how they got 9 lives!

 

Paint your troubles away

When you feel lonely

PAINT!

When you feel”

bad,mad,sad:

PAINT!

When you feel misunderstood:

PAINT!

When you hear,” You should…”

Don’t should on yourself:

PAINT!

When chaos is your daily bread:

PAINT!

When you feel as good as dead:

PAINT!

 

Identify your pain in the paint

Look pain in the eye

Use it to your advantage

Then lose your pain in the paint

 

Paint and grow wings

Those wings will cause your to soar

You’ll leave normal behind

You’ll not be the same for ever more

PAINT!

EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013

 

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Busy Mind #10

I came upon this great site to help stimulate my muse. I will share the poems I come up with. This is fun to do and gets my creative juices flowing. Happy hunting, poetry really IS everywhere, you just have to pay attention 🙂

Cut the bindings off  books found at a used book store. Find poems in the pages by the process of obliteration. Put pages in the mail and send them all around the world. Lather, rinse, repeat.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2uRi6r/www.logolalia.com/alteredbooks/

The Plunge

The merry group gathered

Talking with the fishermen

At the edge of the ice

To show me the fish swimming in the water

And I plunged feet first

Through the opening into the water below

I resurfaced in the same spot

Shocked but intact and howling

The doctor was summoned

And he pronounced me well.

-Eva Santiago copyright 2013

 

Altered book: ELENA by Judith Egan

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A KNOWING…

Wish I could stop by
To look in your eyes
To tell you I tried
And all time does is fly by

Wish I could stop by
To tell you
A long time ago
Without you I thought I would die

It’s a beautiful thing
When I look inside me
And I can breathe
Knowing I’m free-

Free from you
Free from our past
Free from doubt and worry
Oh how I used to think we’d always last

And now it doesn’t matter
Spent so many hours
Wringing my hands
Pacing to and fro
And now I am as fluid as water
‘cause nothing from the past matters.

-Eva Santiago copyright 2013

 

 

 

Show ‘Em the Door!

Some one thinks you’re not worth loving?
Don’t waste your tears
‘fore you’re feet hit the floor
And you ponder their poisonous daggers
Show ‘em the door, show ‘em the door

Some one treats you like dirt caked on their boots?
Don’t think about it
Don’t let their actions choke you
One, two, three, four
Show ‘em the door , show ‘em the door

Some one thinks less of you?
Than you think of yourself
Don’t think ‘bout it no more
Cuz see, they are really poor
Show ‘em the door, show ‘em the door.

We put up with way too much
We put up with things God never intended us to
We give others permission to mistreat us
So don’t stay there like before
Show ‘em the door, show ‘em the door

Belittle and it shows others YOUR little
Cut another down to size
Just like a carver with a knife whittles
Do that to a heart to suit yourself
And you’ll be the one played like a fiddle

Some one says you can be replaced?
Like a button
Like a light bulb
Like a kidney or a heart
Then one day YOU’LL be the one who’ll have to go
You’ll be the one who’s been displace.

So be careful when you say that
Forever Be forewarned:
Treating others carelessly and with contempt
Will leave you empty, displaced and poor
And you’ll only wish you could once more knock on their door.

Eva Santiago copyright 2013