Satinpod Theives survive Honesty with Veracity and Honor
Integrity Robed Probity mask cadences of Purpose
and a Wildcater'sTrust reflects on the glass
Morality, Ethical Code and Close Adherence Abound
Disassembling Deceit and Fraud, Steadfast and Sound
Monday, August 25, 2008
Profiles of the Rich, the Left, and The Jaded
A toreador can enchant even a jaded native so besides themselves in order to prosecute a gentle romance among the bookshelves
There imagined woodsmoke allow that experimental novelist to come shyly out like bulbs
a chokey, a broken reed, with your Jeeves and Wooster cockney folklore exhibit are all the symptoms of a life under a perpetual 40 kilometer cloudbase
Over the Lebanese Claret, The Academy Club beam like pussycats, and the Bacon Street authors and journalists, savage indicters of 'The Way We Live Now', sit in the tesselated courtyard
There imagined woodsmoke allow that experimental novelist to come shyly out like bulbs
a chokey, a broken reed, with your Jeeves and Wooster cockney folklore exhibit are all the symptoms of a life under a perpetual 40 kilometer cloudbase
Over the Lebanese Claret, The Academy Club beam like pussycats, and the Bacon Street authors and journalists, savage indicters of 'The Way We Live Now', sit in the tesselated courtyard
A Poem by Robert Michael Meyer age 4
Penned by me for Robert on 7-27-1992--He was approx. 4 1/2
Soda Pop can
pour on head
when door opens
and soda will fall on peoples head
So me and Peter tried it
So I went out for a walk and left the door open
so some bad guys could get soda -y
And then I came home and saw bad guys soda-y
standing out by the truck
and then it was Oscar the Grouch
and then it was Bert and Ernie
and then they went to the store and bought big, real handcuffs
they went to hunt for food
This story is for Lauren and Robbie, by Robbie The End
Soda Pop can
pour on head
when door opens
and soda will fall on peoples head
So me and Peter tried it
So I went out for a walk and left the door open
so some bad guys could get soda -y
And then I came home and saw bad guys soda-y
standing out by the truck
and then it was Oscar the Grouch
and then it was Bert and Ernie
and then they went to the store and bought big, real handcuffs
they went to hunt for food
This story is for Lauren and Robbie, by Robbie The End
The Expanse
Wild roaming left unscathed
no pigeons homing
open oathed
feel direction of desire
the pull without decision
feel the fervor from within
with winged precision
the expanse is such distance
In my mind it goes east to west
but it could go south to north
no pigeons homing
open oathed
feel direction of desire
the pull without decision
feel the fervor from within
with winged precision
the expanse is such distance
In my mind it goes east to west
but it could go south to north
Untitled Song
Did you discover Red Pansies on the side wall
Your minds interior will always catch you when you fall
Falling the distance
Like some unimagined Star
Shooting like a bullet
Neither near nor neither far
Did you discover
Catch me I am falling
Did you discover
Hear you Mother calling
Are we invincible or do you weep sometimes
Where is the inner one the star that refuses to shine
Where are you going
Is it all mysterious
Am I showing
Is that godawful serious
Hey Come on, little boy,
I want red Petals like you
Pick of embittered fruit
I'll share it
Sweetly, with my you
Your minds interior will always catch you when you fall
Falling the distance
Like some unimagined Star
Shooting like a bullet
Neither near nor neither far
Did you discover
Catch me I am falling
Did you discover
Hear you Mother calling
Are we invincible or do you weep sometimes
Where is the inner one the star that refuses to shine
Where are you going
Is it all mysterious
Am I showing
Is that godawful serious
Hey Come on, little boy,
I want red Petals like you
Pick of embittered fruit
I'll share it
Sweetly, with my you
Thicket by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell)
Elves and Dwarves Live Here
Footsteps- Light- among the deer
Gathering and collecting
Food for the New Year
The Vine quietly grew around the tree
Clenching it's tight fist
Thwarting out it's last bit of life
Leaves left for dangling
with dew mist
This is a deer trail
Look, the footprints of a quail
I will gather nuts and berries
before the wind's gale
Do not be frightened
It is not dark yet
Let's eat at this bridge
The elves ate here last
When daylight comes let us look for them beyond the ridge
Footsteps- Light- among the deer
Gathering and collecting
Food for the New Year
The Vine quietly grew around the tree
Clenching it's tight fist
Thwarting out it's last bit of life
Leaves left for dangling
with dew mist
This is a deer trail
Look, the footprints of a quail
I will gather nuts and berries
before the wind's gale
Do not be frightened
It is not dark yet
Let's eat at this bridge
The elves ate here last
When daylight comes let us look for them beyond the ridge
Ali Rehan quick study
Circaaaa, hmm, 1991, had to be...
Eyes the colour of rich eroded forest earth
Hair drawn with black ink
Shadows surround eyes like grace
lips full
Stubble grew upon his face
Him wanting to hear my own story
willing to share his own
the sun was lowering its own glory
the streetlights hadn't yet shown
Forgotten attraction, mind fulfilled at once
Alter plans with friends
Dance in the street, kiss my hand
Stopping to hear a doorway street band
Two people from the same, different land
Me and this man from Pakistan
Eyes the colour of rich eroded forest earth
Hair drawn with black ink
Shadows surround eyes like grace
lips full
Stubble grew upon his face
Him wanting to hear my own story
willing to share his own
the sun was lowering its own glory
the streetlights hadn't yet shown
Forgotten attraction, mind fulfilled at once
Alter plans with friends
Dance in the street, kiss my hand
Stopping to hear a doorway street band
Two people from the same, different land
Me and this man from Pakistan
El Camino Real
I stayed in Half Moon Bay Ca. in hotel for a time. Circa 1992-93
It seems this place is full of writers
So I thought I'd write too
Homes for the University Students
A hotel with Bedrooms
Kids of the Maids Running Around
No Couch, just a bed in fron of the TV
No yard, who cares...the World's a playground
Just take this ol Life easy...
Cozy on the El Camino Real
It seems this place is full of writers
So I thought I'd write too
Homes for the University Students
A hotel with Bedrooms
Kids of the Maids Running Around
No Couch, just a bed in fron of the TV
No yard, who cares...the World's a playground
Just take this ol Life easy...
Cozy on the El Camino Real
The Arduous Struggle
What did the Fowl Remark as it pathed thru the Sticks of the wintry tree?
'If it weren't for Ohh wormy sticks, how would I speaktatter?
If I had no woodrot to carve
what home would be?
I peck, do peck and flutter within.'
Escaping with little breath he'd mustered
Yet if the struggle had been so the less
He's have not the strength to live, sayeth the bird who has beauty to give.
'We too am as a bird.
We transform and break from our cell.'
Sayeth the butterfly whoeth doth raise and all colours swell.
'If it weren't for Ohh wormy sticks, how would I speaktatter?
If I had no woodrot to carve
what home would be?
I peck, do peck and flutter within.'
Escaping with little breath he'd mustered
Yet if the struggle had been so the less
He's have not the strength to live, sayeth the bird who has beauty to give.
'We too am as a bird.
We transform and break from our cell.'
Sayeth the butterfly whoeth doth raise and all colours swell.
Prelude to Coming Home
This was inspired by Polly Klaas, and Amber---the lost girls who had been stolen, circa 1992. Yeah man, working on this project really bit the big one. We tried miscellaneous ideas to develop an awareness, hopefully culminating in the ultimate victory.... A message...a mere message, which if the child were able to hear on the media, or in school an idea, they could perhaps respond in a way that would help themselves. It was a hopeless project, almost. What came out of it was education and some small victories. The hopeful identity of a picturesque world was never achieved. I missed the ball on this one. I have the music, but I think I was still overcome with greif inciting from the project. Uhmmm, eventually we settled on songs to teach to children PRIOR to finding themselves in that sort of dastardly mess...I personally kept writing fugues. I mean we were in contact with the greiving parents, regularly, at this time...the project that I worked on lasted maybe 6 mos. Our goal was to produce a musical album, which many were actually created, how many recorded is probably a good question. I think we eventually landed on 'country' styles of music, which is what we chose. Regionally, I think that was dominant musical style at the time, and probably still is, besides Rap. Our area was Palo Alto, to Sacramento....we recorded in Fairfield, CA. I worked with another vocalist named Denise Settle, from Vallejo, as well as a man named Scotty, who I also later worked with in 'The Real Imposters' later; he was our drummer. As a sidenote, he was also in 'The Scratching Dogs', a band out of Benicia Ca. who featued Mikey Shoemaker, a No. Ca. favorite and direct link to Michael 'Willie' Dixon, a great musician out of Virginia City NV, as well as Benicia CA, he played a large role in my musical life for a time....he stays now in one of my personal fav towns- fav because of him. It was HE, Michael 'Willie' Dixon who introduced me to, and who I got to sing with on numerous occasions, Alicia and Danny Daniels, of 'Pure Honey'. Danny Daniels is one of the GREAT Chicago Daniels, from the Daniels family of Musicians, most noted for their family's contribution to piano workings. Here goes nothing. I will eventually notate this out, there are many songs that I wrote for this project. Here it is...a prelude....a greif stricken prelude. In reading it now, the words are reminiscent of 'Abraham Martin and John'...but the music is not. It is quite simple.
Where are all the missing children
Please tell me where they are
Where are all the missing children
Please tell me where they are
Where are all the missing children
Who knows where they have gone
How long before the questions are answered
To find out we will fight hard and long
Mommy loves and Daddy does too
We don't know why someone would hurt someone special as you
We will find you if it is the last thing we will do
Where are all the missing children
Please tell me where they are
Where are all the missing children
Please tell me where they are
Where are all the missing children
Who knows where they have gone
How long before the questions are answered
To find out we will fight hard and long
Mommy loves and Daddy does too
We don't know why someone would hurt someone special as you
We will find you if it is the last thing we will do
For the Sky says....
The lovely lace flower petal drops quietly in the pond.
The frog listens and then continues to drink the cool clean watery dew on his bright green lily pad.
The bees buzz by and another petal drops from the lovely passing flower.
The frog turns his head, listens, blinks his eye, CROAKS, 'I'm outta here!', and hops off to another pomd.
Meanwhile the sparrow laughs quietly, at the quiet pond, and the wind whispers. So do we.
For the Sky says, 'Do not disturb.'
The frog listens and then continues to drink the cool clean watery dew on his bright green lily pad.
The bees buzz by and another petal drops from the lovely passing flower.
The frog turns his head, listens, blinks his eye, CROAKS, 'I'm outta here!', and hops off to another pomd.
Meanwhile the sparrow laughs quietly, at the quiet pond, and the wind whispers. So do we.
For the Sky says, 'Do not disturb.'
Where NORM went by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell)
I wrote this poem in 1993. To date, I have had much of my poetry stolen, but I found an old copy with alot of notes scribbled allover it, and this must NOT be the final edit. So bare with me as I attempt to unscramble this piece on Domestic Violence. It was written in Benicia CA, when I lived ot 510 E. 'L' Street #14, Benicia, Ca 94510 , as a wife and Mother....across from Gordon's Bar....where I used to sing Karoake, and get knocked off the barstool in public, by my husband, when I went past my alotted hour, yet was only on my second beer. You see, I would put up my .75 cents for a tap beer---get on the list to sing---and then often, after I was finished, a few people would line to buy me a beer, as I was quite talented and young, and once when Gordon the owner bought me a beer, my husband came storming in and knocked me down, off my stool, to the ground. I had not been talking to anyone and certainly not flirting...maybe just joking around with old Gordon and his old lady, Linda. I write a bit about them later, when I find that work. That night, I was not doing anyone any harm....but I was late. We eventually divorced. I committed to writing a series of poems on domestic violence. Here is one of them---not entirely in order, as I have suggested, a few times, remember I have been ripped off---my target, my books of poems.... jealous bastards. Oh, also, as a side note, I remember re-editing this poem and adding the connotated * parts. So if you see this * that means I added that part up from 1 1/2 years later to maybe even 4 or more years later, if not more. I had a good copy of the old styled one recently, but it got stolen...again....did I say 'jealous bastard'? No, I am not being paranoid, nor losing my mind, read on...
...where Norm went.
Where did he go?
I saw him vanish, curiously so....
It was as if he escaped the back way
I thought he'd reappear the very next day.
In as streetwise as he'd gone out
I knew he hear my side, if only I'd shout
so I shouted
till my chords coarse
in defense
and I shouted
till my voice hoarse
with dramatic suspense
'Norm always'd conceded to that.'
He'd drop his head
He'd take off his hat.
*He'd see where he'd been wrong, and
*in the same muttled gray room,
*we'd tap our 2 feet to very different drummers
*of a very different song.
Where was The Norm?
I no longer cared to say,
for he stopped returning the very same day.
The norm that I longed for was completely gone,
the leaving inspired a doubtful blue song.
*strum
"There is no merry facade.
Brick by brick. Even. Odd."
The magician within Built a topple ready wall.
Posing fiercely, yet ready to fall.
*The drummer I heard thumped a slow and steadily timed pace.
*She'd muster a frantic rythym, when Norm would show his shadowed face.
*At first the drummer was exhilerated, Norm was a powerful symbol.
*Clashing Clash Clashing
Each leaving in the past, less crueler than the last
Until I could no longer remember a less violent past.
Where was the norm?
This time it slammed the door.
Whore.
What norm ever was I had forgotten.
'Who does this Norm think he is anyways?'
I'd growl as if to say, "I've my less doubtful blue song and you can't touch.'
Oh, that time, 'It didn't hurt too much.'
*My timing ticking cleaner
*Her, how precise.
*'I'm as strong as you, though just a wife.'
My wall?
I had added support; I built it higher,
stronger, and with ricochet report.
I'd cower on the other side, subconciously,
one might say, nonetheless,
I silently plead, 'Norm, you can't treat me this way.'
Softly and Seriously I spoke. I no longer yelled.
*Until her drummer within would lie her sticks down
*Chanting Chant Chanting
*'It's raining Its Pouring, Kill him While He's Snoring
*Laughing Laugh Laughing
...where Norm went.
Where did he go?
I saw him vanish, curiously so....
It was as if he escaped the back way
I thought he'd reappear the very next day.
In as streetwise as he'd gone out
I knew he hear my side, if only I'd shout
so I shouted
till my chords coarse
in defense
and I shouted
till my voice hoarse
with dramatic suspense
'Norm always'd conceded to that.'
He'd drop his head
He'd take off his hat.
*He'd see where he'd been wrong, and
*in the same muttled gray room,
*we'd tap our 2 feet to very different drummers
*of a very different song.
Where was The Norm?
I no longer cared to say,
for he stopped returning the very same day.
The norm that I longed for was completely gone,
the leaving inspired a doubtful blue song.
*strum
"There is no merry facade.
Brick by brick. Even. Odd."
The magician within Built a topple ready wall.
Posing fiercely, yet ready to fall.
*The drummer I heard thumped a slow and steadily timed pace.
*She'd muster a frantic rythym, when Norm would show his shadowed face.
*At first the drummer was exhilerated, Norm was a powerful symbol.
*Clashing Clash Clashing
Each leaving in the past, less crueler than the last
Until I could no longer remember a less violent past.
Where was the norm?
This time it slammed the door.
Whore.
What norm ever was I had forgotten.
'Who does this Norm think he is anyways?'
I'd growl as if to say, "I've my less doubtful blue song and you can't touch.'
Oh, that time, 'It didn't hurt too much.'
*My timing ticking cleaner
*Her, how precise.
*'I'm as strong as you, though just a wife.'
My wall?
I had added support; I built it higher,
stronger, and with ricochet report.
I'd cower on the other side, subconciously,
one might say, nonetheless,
I silently plead, 'Norm, you can't treat me this way.'
Softly and Seriously I spoke. I no longer yelled.
*Until her drummer within would lie her sticks down
*Chanting Chant Chanting
*'It's raining Its Pouring, Kill him While He's Snoring
*Laughing Laugh Laughing
Poverty Weed
displaced, lonely, soulessly vagrant
crying wretching lament
sprouting, spreading, growing, looming
full blosson blooming
povert weed
where to next?
poverty weed
where to next?
will you be travelling alone?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
mispalced, homely, recklessly stagnant
cryout you unjust lament
sprouting, spreading, growing, looming
full blossom blooming
poverty weed
where to next?
will you be travelling alone?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
crying wretching lament
sprouting, spreading, growing, looming
full blosson blooming
povert weed
where to next?
poverty weed
where to next?
will you be travelling alone?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
mispalced, homely, recklessly stagnant
cryout you unjust lament
sprouting, spreading, growing, looming
full blossom blooming
poverty weed
where to next?
will you be travelling alone?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
do you want some company?
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Sunday, January 06, 2008 fun to write in ’92 Category: Writing and Poetry Sierra Nevada's Rte. 80 back in 1991 by Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
Thirsty mountain sandstonewild resevoirfiery mountain distancegreat travel by carSnow cresting like Louisiana cotton growing far from hereIt is so good to see you mountain and I am so glad I am near.11:01 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
The Way you Will-Circa ’92 written by Barbara E. Meyer-SpidellCategory: Writing and Poetry
I know your fervor.I know your temper.I know your passion and what you desire.I see your vision quite clearly now.I see my own and they're different somehow.I know the thrills that you seek.I know the havoc that you can wreak.Your life made sense up to this time.I see this pattern that you want to be mine.But me, I want me own identity.I must do with my life what I must.I have things that I must do.And you.You.You can go the way you will.The way you will.It is your dream that you must fulfill.I knooowwwwww.10:56 AM - 1 Comments - 1 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Wednesday, December 12, 2007The Rosebush and the Grapevine The Rosebush and The Grapevine-to Nicholas John Glasnovich May 1991 on his 1st Communion from Barbara Ellen Meyer
Like the Rosebush Full of ThornsOne May Encounter Many StormsBecause Such Beauty Will DeceiveBe Certain of What you Think or PerceiveThe Grapevine, on the other hand, Has Roots Quite Deep,That Your Storm, Though Most Passing,is Kin to a WeepYour Faith is the Yeild of Fruit You Bare,and Quite a Fruit it is! Beyond Compare!Like these Plants, You Too Will Grow.Your Roots Down Deep, Under Sod and Snow.Whatever the Weather, Chilled or Warm,a Faith that Has Died You Will Never Have to Mourn.10:05 AM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
A Tribute to Baby Blankets circa 1991-2 poemsSnot Riddled and Tear Eyed Sore by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991(hey I have alot to write up-some are better than others, BUT YOU WILL SEE a large body of work upon completion.)
Oh but Nothing goes Thru so Much Agony as the Wee BlanketExcept the WeeOh but nothing goes thru so much Trying as the Shared Wee blanketThanks so much for the TryingSnot Riddled and Tera Eyed Sore Thru One Babe Son and then One More (Jon and Kate Eklund)For Nothing lasts as long as the Wee BlanketTriple Tear Eyed Sore for The 'God son' now (Robert Meyer)and Then Once Again More (Lauren Meyer)
Baby Blanket Poem 2See Thru Raggedby Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991
See thru Ragged wasn't Ragged BeforeAllLay Upon a New BabeBright ColorsHand madeSee Thru Ragged wasn't RaggedFour Little Hands LearningPeek a BooDearSister Patricia, I accept this Blanket fromYou'See Thru Ragged' Raises two moreLovely patched Blanket your Total is Four'See Thru Ragged' washed againWe loved your display of colors and will remember them'See Thru Ragged It Is!' afterallWe Bring you to your Resting Place, This Place Upon Our Wall9:47 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Poetry is : Barbara Ellen Meyer circa 1992
Poetry is as an equation of which it's diallect or creative or colorfully descriptive word determines it's value. It could even be codelike terminology, it appears, to the casual listener or thoughtless reader. However, to understand the mastery of poetry you must figure the equation. You first begin by asking yourself the question: What do the words say at face value? Some writers choose to write subliminall, if so, then as the reader, you must find the underlying message or tone. This underlying tone may be sarcasm or ironic, even scofflike or just plain simple secondary message. Sometimes the writer might use colorful phrasing to enhance something picturesque, and help produce incredible imagery.Some times one can graph the poetic cadence, even on a computer.Afterall, poetry is basically and simply a simple medium.9:37 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Depict Me, by Barbara Ellen Meyer circa ’92 in California
I am faulted for inciting riotsUseless as they may beI'm thoughlessly pre-occupied with what truly bothers meThe human condition faltersinspires philosophiesAestheticllay that's how they are made out to beArt pieces depict human frailtyColor combining texture mimic what others seeDepict meAre not my faults exposed?Or do you see smooth lines and grace?Do you depict those?Ooooh depict me as I amOoooh depict me as I amSee me as I am meant to be seenDo not look at my colors but what I leave behind9:29 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
A Tribute to Popeye ’92 by Barbara Ellen Meyer
When I was a child I welcomed my Father home from work with a simple greeting, ' Hello Popeye!'.I greet my children as 'Pilgrims', my predecessors 'Who knows?'They may flee the country at some timeThe culture I am coming from has welcomed your culture.Welcome me into your culture, however they may say it9:25 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
old poems collective ’92you what? What do you mean, you don't understand?by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992
All of it, every aspect of itCelebration of itMusic.Music is a complete celebration of The God's for you and Ibut then again, so is natureSee it trulyHave the visionBe able to smell it from your mindor when you hold it, have itWelcome it to your heartAnd LiteratureShare itIt is a prt of my lifethe lifeblood withinSieging from my veinsMy very veinsas you do yours,dont kill the treeWhat do mean you don't understand?9:16 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Poems from ’92 or thereabouts- I in California Tennyson by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992
Barbarous PeopleBlind to the magic,deaf to the melodyIt stems like a flower and cascade forthlanguid colour upon the shoreDown the rocksMy body poursGod's great works upon the shoreMy sound speaks in a 'tricklewhisper'with violence my voice does roarI give the gift to the richI give the gift to the poorClear and Palitable forever moreThe woodbine spices are musk of the rose in a rivulet fallCold as February Except twice foldAll dampness put to a holdNo such movement to be so boldCold as AprilLong for the dayLetting the dampness trickle it's wayIt's direction is to the MayCold as JuneThe warm mornings spentHoping for rain as it came and wentGive to the memories or just be lentCold as AugustJulius Ceasar is goneHeat pours forth praying for winds'songThe directions changing going down the roadCold as August Where it goes no one knows9:09 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
A Poem for You Video Romeo by Barbara Meyer-Spidell-- lost in 2005
as long as people, like you,are blaming people, like me,for interferring or coming between people who you are trying to connect with then people,like you,do not see the reason for people, like me, and the way we act or react and for what reasonSo you blame instead of understandingMaybe people, like you, who do this, have every intention of malice, like those who caused me to be the way that I amAnd you feel cheated that you were robbed of your own possible attempts brought down by people you blame, like meYet, though I know not what you are blaming me for specifically, I understand that you were trying to be like the reason for people like me acting the way that I doThis is very scarey to people like menot for the power which you feel so deemed threatenedbut by the very nature and act that you try to concealwith blameyou surface
Sunday, January 06, 2008 fun to write in ’92 Category: Writing and Poetry Sierra Nevada's Rte. 80 back in 1991 by Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
Thirsty mountain sandstonewild resevoirfiery mountain distancegreat travel by carSnow cresting like Louisiana cotton growing far from hereIt is so good to see you mountain and I am so glad I am near.11:01 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
The Way you Will-Circa ’92 written by Barbara E. Meyer-SpidellCategory: Writing and Poetry
I know your fervor.I know your temper.I know your passion and what you desire.I see your vision quite clearly now.I see my own and they're different somehow.I know the thrills that you seek.I know the havoc that you can wreak.Your life made sense up to this time.I see this pattern that you want to be mine.But me, I want me own identity.I must do with my life what I must.I have things that I must do.And you.You.You can go the way you will.The way you will.It is your dream that you must fulfill.I knooowwwwww.10:56 AM - 1 Comments - 1 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Wednesday, December 12, 2007The Rosebush and the Grapevine The Rosebush and The Grapevine-to Nicholas John Glasnovich May 1991 on his 1st Communion from Barbara Ellen Meyer
Like the Rosebush Full of ThornsOne May Encounter Many StormsBecause Such Beauty Will DeceiveBe Certain of What you Think or PerceiveThe Grapevine, on the other hand, Has Roots Quite Deep,That Your Storm, Though Most Passing,is Kin to a WeepYour Faith is the Yeild of Fruit You Bare,and Quite a Fruit it is! Beyond Compare!Like these Plants, You Too Will Grow.Your Roots Down Deep, Under Sod and Snow.Whatever the Weather, Chilled or Warm,a Faith that Has Died You Will Never Have to Mourn.10:05 AM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
A Tribute to Baby Blankets circa 1991-2 poemsSnot Riddled and Tear Eyed Sore by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991(hey I have alot to write up-some are better than others, BUT YOU WILL SEE a large body of work upon completion.)
Oh but Nothing goes Thru so Much Agony as the Wee BlanketExcept the WeeOh but nothing goes thru so much Trying as the Shared Wee blanketThanks so much for the TryingSnot Riddled and Tera Eyed Sore Thru One Babe Son and then One More (Jon and Kate Eklund)For Nothing lasts as long as the Wee BlanketTriple Tear Eyed Sore for The 'God son' now (Robert Meyer)and Then Once Again More (Lauren Meyer)
Baby Blanket Poem 2See Thru Raggedby Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991
See thru Ragged wasn't Ragged BeforeAllLay Upon a New BabeBright ColorsHand madeSee Thru Ragged wasn't RaggedFour Little Hands LearningPeek a BooDearSister Patricia, I accept this Blanket fromYou'See Thru Ragged' Raises two moreLovely patched Blanket your Total is Four'See Thru Ragged' washed againWe loved your display of colors and will remember them'See Thru Ragged It Is!' afterallWe Bring you to your Resting Place, This Place Upon Our Wall9:47 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Poetry is : Barbara Ellen Meyer circa 1992
Poetry is as an equation of which it's diallect or creative or colorfully descriptive word determines it's value. It could even be codelike terminology, it appears, to the casual listener or thoughtless reader. However, to understand the mastery of poetry you must figure the equation. You first begin by asking yourself the question: What do the words say at face value? Some writers choose to write subliminall, if so, then as the reader, you must find the underlying message or tone. This underlying tone may be sarcasm or ironic, even scofflike or just plain simple secondary message. Sometimes the writer might use colorful phrasing to enhance something picturesque, and help produce incredible imagery.Some times one can graph the poetic cadence, even on a computer.Afterall, poetry is basically and simply a simple medium.9:37 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Depict Me, by Barbara Ellen Meyer circa ’92 in California
I am faulted for inciting riotsUseless as they may beI'm thoughlessly pre-occupied with what truly bothers meThe human condition faltersinspires philosophiesAestheticllay that's how they are made out to beArt pieces depict human frailtyColor combining texture mimic what others seeDepict meAre not my faults exposed?Or do you see smooth lines and grace?Do you depict those?Ooooh depict me as I amOoooh depict me as I amSee me as I am meant to be seenDo not look at my colors but what I leave behind9:29 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
A Tribute to Popeye ’92 by Barbara Ellen Meyer
When I was a child I welcomed my Father home from work with a simple greeting, ' Hello Popeye!'.I greet my children as 'Pilgrims', my predecessors 'Who knows?'They may flee the country at some timeThe culture I am coming from has welcomed your culture.Welcome me into your culture, however they may say it9:25 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
old poems collective ’92you what? What do you mean, you don't understand?by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992
All of it, every aspect of itCelebration of itMusic.Music is a complete celebration of The God's for you and Ibut then again, so is natureSee it trulyHave the visionBe able to smell it from your mindor when you hold it, have itWelcome it to your heartAnd LiteratureShare itIt is a prt of my lifethe lifeblood withinSieging from my veinsMy very veinsas you do yours,dont kill the treeWhat do mean you don't understand?9:16 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
Poems from ’92 or thereabouts- I in California Tennyson by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992
Barbarous PeopleBlind to the magic,deaf to the melodyIt stems like a flower and cascade forthlanguid colour upon the shoreDown the rocksMy body poursGod's great works upon the shoreMy sound speaks in a 'tricklewhisper'with violence my voice does roarI give the gift to the richI give the gift to the poorClear and Palitable forever moreThe woodbine spices are musk of the rose in a rivulet fallCold as February Except twice foldAll dampness put to a holdNo such movement to be so boldCold as AprilLong for the dayLetting the dampness trickle it's wayIt's direction is to the MayCold as JuneThe warm mornings spentHoping for rain as it came and wentGive to the memories or just be lentCold as AugustJulius Ceasar is goneHeat pours forth praying for winds'songThe directions changing going down the roadCold as August Where it goes no one knows9:09 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
A Poem for You Video Romeo by Barbara Meyer-Spidell-- lost in 2005
as long as people, like you,are blaming people, like me,for interferring or coming between people who you are trying to connect with then people,like you,do not see the reason for people, like me, and the way we act or react and for what reasonSo you blame instead of understandingMaybe people, like you, who do this, have every intention of malice, like those who caused me to be the way that I amAnd you feel cheated that you were robbed of your own possible attempts brought down by people you blame, like meYet, though I know not what you are blaming me for specifically, I understand that you were trying to be like the reason for people like me acting the way that I doThis is very scarey to people like menot for the power which you feel so deemed threatenedbut by the very nature and act that you try to concealwith blameyou surface
Make Change
I must have wrtitten this in 1992, as Barbara Ellen Meyer
Alone completely powerless are you, yet with a desire to make CHANGE
This is something of a backward exchange
The desire is all you need my friend and with it comes power
Do it Now- CHANGE
Change within the Hour
Time makes all the difference
Before Time half spent and Gone
So Change NOW, is all you do
Before I write this song
Oh, but if you've no desire
Then stay on your trodden path
Stay with those other creatures
Stay with the mass
Together you will eventually make change
So swift and so dramatic
The cycle's will turn so swiftly
And you too will be an Addict
To Change
Alone completely powerless are you, yet with a desire to make CHANGE
This is something of a backward exchange
The desire is all you need my friend and with it comes power
Do it Now- CHANGE
Change within the Hour
Time makes all the difference
Before Time half spent and Gone
So Change NOW, is all you do
Before I write this song
Oh, but if you've no desire
Then stay on your trodden path
Stay with those other creatures
Stay with the mass
Together you will eventually make change
So swift and so dramatic
The cycle's will turn so swiftly
And you too will be an Addict
To Change
The News Is Out
I wrote this circa 1992--It appears to be a study on the homeless
The News Is Out, the words have been sold and sowed
I cease to wonder what has been told
As the print, I have done fold
All that is left is a paper
My blanket in the cold
Blowin wind tearing down one street
No one gathers by my feet
I hold my own, over the oilish trash burning heat
I know tonight's a night without any meat
And I do not care
I do not dare
I've furlough in the dragons lair
He is a friend of mine and lends me his chair
I might help him with some odd repair and I don't mind
and he don't care if I oft rest my head quietly there
In the morn I might wake
and find I've made yet another mistake
It's a chance I am forced to take
There is not much here at stake
The News Is Out, the words have been sold and sowed
I cease to wonder what has been told
As the print, I have done fold
All that is left is a paper
My blanket in the cold
Blowin wind tearing down one street
No one gathers by my feet
I hold my own, over the oilish trash burning heat
I know tonight's a night without any meat
And I do not care
I do not dare
I've furlough in the dragons lair
He is a friend of mine and lends me his chair
I might help him with some odd repair and I don't mind
and he don't care if I oft rest my head quietly there
In the morn I might wake
and find I've made yet another mistake
It's a chance I am forced to take
There is not much here at stake
Old Benicia Library Experience
And so I began my chase almost spilling to the street
Out the library doors into the heat
I grabbed the little one's shirt by the collar
Turned her around not before I could holler
My eyes rested upon a suitcase in the moments flurry
I raised my sight now calm from the hurry
There was a man, quite old and of course, looked wise
This gentle species was caught by surprise
He said he never had children of his own, with his wife to share
But knew all about them and had his fair share
He said he'd spent his time gathering fortunes and still had his health
And when his time was to come he wanted to share his wealth
Naturally my ears perked at the thought
He said he was in the World War but not the one which the Germans were fought
He'd spent some time in school studying medicine
and asked me if I knew of Thomas Edison
All these subjects came and went
and by then I had, in my mind all his money spent
Out the library doors into the heat
I grabbed the little one's shirt by the collar
Turned her around not before I could holler
My eyes rested upon a suitcase in the moments flurry
I raised my sight now calm from the hurry
There was a man, quite old and of course, looked wise
This gentle species was caught by surprise
He said he never had children of his own, with his wife to share
But knew all about them and had his fair share
He said he'd spent his time gathering fortunes and still had his health
And when his time was to come he wanted to share his wealth
Naturally my ears perked at the thought
He said he was in the World War but not the one which the Germans were fought
He'd spent some time in school studying medicine
and asked me if I knew of Thomas Edison
All these subjects came and went
and by then I had, in my mind all his money spent
Thursday, August 14, 2008
One Man Writes and Then I Respond In Kind
One Man Writes:
I have held my breath for three minutes and 20 seconds – twice. I attended Woodstock '94 and even had a VIP pass. I graduated high school with a 1.5 GPA. I nearly doubled my GPA when I graduated from college. I have visited all 50 states. I once faked being sick from school for two weeks. I took piano lessons for seven years. I hate rap. My favorite color is green. I'm a Libra. I can stop a moving fan with my tongue. I do one-armed push-ups when I'm drunk. The fastest I've driven a car is 123 MPH. I've had a gun pulled on me. I own one share of the Green Bay Packers. When I was a kid, I used to attend professional wrestling matches. I've attended a taping of Jay Leno's Tonight Show. I've been to the Charles Manson murder sights. I've had the same Email address since 1995. I despise coffee. I love buffets. I can talk backwards. I can sing the Flintstones theme backwards. I'm a published author. I once hit a deer. I came very close to running over a moose. I've seen grizzly bears in the wild. I've touched a live shark. I've swam with dolphins. I saw the very last Brewers game played in County Stadium . I saw the very first Brewers game played in Miller Park. I've seen Bill Clinton give a speech. I hate spiders and snakes. I've snacked on sliced pickles dipped in peanut butter. I don't eat vegetables. (I wish I did though) My longest phone call lasted over 10 hours. I was a juvenile delinquent. My 8th grade English teacher said he wanted to beat the shit out of me. My 7th grade reading teacher choked me. My middle school principal used to drink alcohol while yelling at me. I was 2.5 months shy of age 17 before I got drunk for the first time. I lost my virginity when I was 14. I have jumped off and onto a moving train. (Slow moving) I am very shy. Although I'm very shy, I enjoy public speaking. My favorite movie is Star Wars. I have over 3000 movies in my collection. I've been known to eat an entire Tombstone pizza in one sitting. My nickname is "The Walrus." My nickname comes from the Beatles song "I Am The Walrus." I have been known to karaoke. I once went skydiving. I've thrown up at school. I don't know anything about cars. I own a machete. I have a 60-pound tin foil ball. I spent two years working as a repo man in Milwaukee 's inner city. I appeared as an extra in an episode of "Martial Law." I've twice seen Paul McCartney in concert. My great, great, great grandpa was a friend of Abraham Lincoln. I've never eaten Spam. As a kid, I once started my garage on fire. I fell 15 feet out of a tree and got a concussion. I've never been in a fight. I can't stand smoking. I got kicked out of two Sunday school classes in 4th grade. I was once going 65 MPH, on an exit ramp, when my brakes gave out. I love hot baths. I once attended a Florida Marlins game, as a guest of the owner. People tell me I look younger than I am. I've had the same cell phone number since 1998. I have crawled on the grave of William Howard Taft. I've seen a Red Sox game in Fenway Park . I once videotaped a friend of a friend throwing up. I once turned down a date with a stripper. (She was dumb as a box of rocks). I once slammed three fingers in a car door. The door shut all the way. I've ridden an elephant. I have a crush on Natalie Portman. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I have always voted Democrat. I've had sex in 41 states. I once got chased by a crazy man in a bloody butcher's smock. I'm presently learning to play the guitar. My grandpa was a commander in the Navy during WWII. I've snorkeled in the Pacific Ocean , and have seen an eel an octopus and turtles. I've had a bullet blow up in my face. Years of video games has given me great hand/eye coordination. In the first grade, I broke my left foot in a merry-go-round accident. I've ridden on the hood of a car. I once tried on panty hose. I didn't feel sexy. I once blew the door off a microwave by blowing up an egg inside of it. I was once a radio DJ. I still have my radio license. I'm not a big fan of cream cheese. I've dipped my fingers in the Great Salt Lake . It smells! I've seen wild buffalo on Antelope Island . I don't dance. I can only do slow dances at weddings. I want to set foot on all seven continents before I die. I've been to Graceland . I saw Robin Yount get his 3000th career hit. I'm a really nice guy. I'm an avid listener of Howard Stern's radio show. I can change my clothes while driving. I made my first Chia Pet in 2008. I plan to buy a hot tub and a swimming pool. I can slightly wiggle my ears. I have a couple of blogs. According to the Chinese calendar, I am a metal pig. I'm a very good listener. I haven't been without a pet cat or dog since I was two-years-old. I have never played golf. Chinese food and ham used to disgust me. Now I like both. I'm strangely amused by the word "penis." In restaurants I drink Mountain Dew. At home I drink Diet Coke. My longest-lasting friendship is going on 25 years. I have a deed to the Earth. I have walked within two feet of live, flowing lava. Unlike most of my gender, I know almost nothing about cars or tools. Reese's Pieces is my favorite candy. I have done volunteer work. I have touched the Alaskan pipeline. I've swam nude at a nude beach. I'm a firm believer in cheap sunglasses. I've received a second concussion when a flashlight fell on my head. I've had stitches over each eye. My IQ has been tested at 137. I have a theory on "wet rain" and "dry rain." My only tattoo is of a walrus on my upper left arm. I've been on a railroad bridge with my head inches below a moving train. The first time I inhaled a cigarette was the last time I inhaled a cigarette. I wrote for my college newspaper. I hate beer. I own a full-sized standup arcade game. I opened my first bottle of wine in May, 2008. I am teaching myself how to cook.
What is your age, height and weight please?
I am over 35, 5'11" and 133lbs
I like what you wrote.
I will say this:
My name is not a secret.
I play percussives, sometimes off beat.
I can hit notes above a High C.
I am a Leo
I used to swallow tons of Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum
I used to pitch softball
I won the 50 yard dash every year growing up
I was a first rate hurdler until I injured my neck
I LOVE volleyball
I can write like a bat out of hell
I drowned once in CO
I can spin fire, I have poi
I have swam at a nude beach in New Jersey
I sell Radio and it is not going well.
I am going to return to bartending to supplement my income.
I have been considered an industry expert in Real Estate.
I cannot wait to write a book.
I have been married.
I have divorced.
I hung with Sean Lennon for 2.5 hours chatting at The Safe House.
I regret not grabbing his crotch.
The same week I was backstage for The Stooges.
My best friend died on my Birthday.
Best friends usually supplement as Body guards, and watch my back.
I can fill a room with ex-boyfriends who admire my musical talents and looks and mind.
That amuses me, and I thank the Lord for those blessings.
I puked in Aspen once and burned my finger on the car lighter, as a child
I do not enjoy thug-like bikers
I hate heavy metal screamers
I could sing a note for almost two minutes or more in vocal class circa 1993
I love fairy food candy
I love malted milk balls
I abhor Cocaine users
I have driven 115 mph
I wish the world was more perfect
I like Popeye far more than Brutus
My last boyfriend chose Brutus - I dumped him for that among other reasons-as well he sort of reminded me of my ex husband
I admire elegant chantueses, and cannot wait to fill that role permanently.
I am accused of vacillating.
I have been abused by men.
I, I, I, I.
I was a stagehand at Northern Light Theater.
A woman screaming from a Balustrade is a Bukowski line.
I want to tour all the continents
I played pingpong on the back of my limo
I have my passport
I have been fired once for unknown reasons
I was a skip out artist in high school
I was a forger in high school
Friends would give me their cars in high school, though I had no license
I cannot sleep when I have dirty teeth
I like taking photgraphs
I can scat in strange sounds
I love flossing my teeth
I actually enjoy going to mass
My Grandfather accidently shot and killed his Mother cleaning his gun
My Grandfather dated Great Aunt Jenny prior to marrying Grandma Astrid
I used to play house daily, and had a Rub a Dub Dolly named Julie
I have friends who have been on Lettermen.
I consider myself to be 'world religion'.
I created the term 'Opportunity Jazz' (you've heard of Free Jazz?)
I saw the Father of Free Jazz, Ornette Coleman, pass out at Bonarroo Music Fest in 07
I also created the term 'Enviromental Art', and Manuel Neri (UC Berkeley Prof.) embraced it
I have a piece of Environmental Art hanging at Manuel Neri's house
I have met Jay Leno.
I quit driving UPS, hated it.
Julio Eglesias' wife cried on my shoulder.
I am a super mind.
I am a wordsmith.
I am a thinktank.
I have good self esteem.
I believe that I worked in the battlefield and my duty was to pull our soldiers, who had fallen, back to the good side.
I once made a mistake and pulled one off the field in camoflage.
It broke my wing.
He drank from the toilet while drunk.
I finally asked for a transfer.
Evidently I get to write about it soon.My children are in College.
My son is 6'8".
I had my kids early.
I am constantly told that I look younger than I am.
When people say that they are pathetic, usually
I think that a golf course is a good place for women to pick up a date-in theory-have not tried it myself
I am told by my friends that I should be a model because I am 'statuesque'
My friends are either genius or much older than I, or both.
I have 5 sisters
I once threw a dart at a balloon and hit my Dad in the leg.
Twice.
I organized the CYO buddies in my class to steal the church leaders wine, Joe scaled the building and tossed it down we all ran
We drank it in my sisters car
I introduced my best girlfriend to her best boyfriend and he later killed himself, she no longer speaks to me, but lives in KY
My first boyfriend was molested by a school teacher and then a neighbor
or vice versa
My second boyfriend was molested by his Father's lover
My best friends boyfriend was molested by a doctor and we walked in on it
My other best friend was molested by the same doctor first
My third boyfriend is dead
My fourth boyfriend is a drunk
I once had a boyfriend sit on me for two hours, insisting that we get engaged
He was drunk too, and I didn't do it
I found a 1/2 pound of pot in a field and gave it to Rocky Doider for 20 bucks
Rocky died young
I used to brag that I love marijuana, until my business partner got furious about that
My business partner has used two of his three strikes in No. Ca., and is over 60 now, and fears going to jail.
I used to create myspace pages in my spare time for people I admire.
I admire Richard vonMagnus.
I admire the work of Peter Jay Huiras.
I am too nice.
I am a cobra.
I am
I get literal and figurative.
I live in a Miller mansion.
I have owned earth and sky.
I no longer own my own earth and sky, except for the view and what I borrow when I walk.
My favorite movie is Fiddler on the Roof and then West Side Story
My favorite color remains a toss up between all the colors
I like Art Bell
I think I should have named my son Frank instead of Robert
There is a famous song that has my name in it- Barbara Ellen
I am too strong.
I am too weak.
I am a paradox.
I stopped being altruistic.
I do not want to ever demand reciprocity ever again.
I have a book collection
I love Nina Simone
I lived outside of the Bay area
I have met alot of celebrities
I consider myself to be a celebrity
I will have a small part shown nationally in a full length feature film next year
I am almost appraoaching the new 30
I have a WARDROBE
I bought a limo as a practical joke
I really bought it as a prop
That money was foolishly spent
I bought it because I was in love.
I am long and white just like my limo was
I drink my mocha tall and single just like me.
I love to make funnies.
I was once traveling South on 124th street approaching a light on Cleveland and My brakes went out.
I have been in 3 accidents with a semi
I went to get my CDLA lic. to ensure further prosperity, but then let my temps run out.
I bailed out on a bartending job one Halloween, actually did a 'no show no call'
I rarely fart.
I am the highest soprano in the state
I have a key to the city
I grow my hair because I think that is a good quality for a vocalist.
I feel alienated by women because I have 5 sisters.
I have two different colored eyes.
I have a man-made Theremin.
I went to Burning Man.
I love children more than adults.
I oppose war.
I want to turn Steinbeck's 'Johhny Bear' into a puppetshow and will
I will kill you if you let the cultural cat out of the bag
I make idle threats over lifeswork, but really will kill you if it gets produced before I do it
I raised my children by myself
I asked Duke Robillard if he had any pot in Monterey
I can be taken anywhere except into a slummy smokey bar
I will throw a shit fit if I am held up to the same standards as a piece of crap
I want people who know me to have high standards
I am a holy person
I am an opinionated person
I am not judgemental
okay, I am, but I do not mean to be
My kids adore me but feel I am a hypocrite sometimes
I need to get away from the madness
I am hurt by society
I want to travel more
I want to give more
I told a lie over and over again, I'm sure, probably b/c it was funny
I am not cynical
I try to hurt no one
I used to model for a Medici, she had 3 popes in her family and Nostradamus
I think Sir Thomas Aquina writes in puzzles
Mr. Pettit once gave me a $100 tip
I got a NET AID artist pass
Chris Robinson had an infatuation with me for a time, I think
I went to NYC and met Jimmy Page
I once held Genglers head as he puked on the golf course
When Grandma Rosemary passed away, I drank 6 martinis in her honor and was carried home and placed in front of the toilet by my nice boyfriend.
My flute player buddy performed with both Janis and Jimmi
I need my fillings covered by white stuff that they use now
I am doing well considering that I rarely have had health insurance
I used to work full-time and still qualified for welfare
I have been to the food bank a few times
My parents are alive and well
My Father is mellow
My Mother is complicated yet simplistic
I am multifaceted
My roommate wants to make music but I am writing
I have icecream in the freezer
I used to smoke cigarerettes, but HATE them now
I was obsessed with honesty in raising my children
My children to not smoke and rarely drink
I hate the prevalent alcoholism in WI
My last boyfriend was illiterate but looked completely normal
His dyslexia may have been retardation by the way he acted once the veil was removed
It hurt us both
I am in shock still
I have never been arrested, not really.
I climbed out a window and sat on a ledge without fear and completely out of my mind
I beleieve that I have matured since then and have put much more in perpective
I am an intellectual giant at times.
Othertimes I am not.
I really thought that I was being a stunt woman.
I CAN read minds
It is difficult to be so sensitive to the energy of others to the point where I can almost read anyone at anytime like an open book
I am very good at what I do, and that sets the bar very high for myself and those around me
I ran stages at S um / merfes t (they transcribe to any use of the name on the internet---it comes to them on a ticker tape of fax- so I must alter it)
I was told that I am the only woman to have done that, but I have not verified that
I enjoy Napa
I believe that since Napa does not support grapes naturally, the region should commence the manufacturing of wines, and halt planting grapes
I think France should stop burning the grape fields
I need to lecture women on abuse
I should go back to College and get a bigger and better degree, and want to
I hate smokers
I hate alcoholics and drug abusers
My heavy sisters think I am skinny because of illicit behavior and I feel that abusive thought
I can write for hours and not blink an eye
What else do you want to know about me
I was kicked in the face by my husband with steel tipped boots on, approx 15 years ago.
I was on the floor making Easter baskets
I desire reconnecting with past dear friends
I suffered post traumatic stress disorder as a result, many many years ago
I like Gore Vidal
I read ALL of Atlas Shrugged
Ayn Rand was related to The Kennedy's
I suggest that you get some sun
I suggest that you use suncreen
I will always be a Mother, Matter. Madre
Weak men feel very comforted by my strengths
I saw Spike and Ikes animated Sick and Twisted Film Fest at The Palace of Fine Arts in San Fran circa 1993
I stayed at Mrs. Buffets condo in Twin Peaks once when travelling with a violin-maker.
I have asked millionaires to lend me money, but they said nope but wanted marriage instead and they tried to force trick and coerce me
Weak men are my weakness, but I am changing, pity isnt pretty
I need to stay among men so strong that they love and adore my strengths
Those men are few and far between
My dog Goose was a big loss and leaves a sadness within me
I have been tortured by life and will rise above this again and again
I shall overcome
You shall overcome
We shall overcome
She has the whole world in her hands
I need icecream right now to accompany that popcorn I just ate
I treat myself really really well
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
I am an actress by nature
I am sincere
My first true love was Paul Simon
I think that Actress Natalie Portman is short
I think that a tall woman is superior to a short woman, usually but not always, still mostly
God save the Queen
I like big noses
I have a bigger nose than say...uh Natalie Portman
I was born in the late sixties
I am not absorped with dating anyone younger than myself, generally speaking
I refuse to count the stanzas
I need a warmer winter
I can dance better than you would believe
I have met Bill Haley and the Comets
I studied Journalism in college
My English teacher cried for me and it killed me to see him raging in tears over my bruised face
I met Arun Gandhi, and he spoke about alternatives to violence
My son asked that he say 'hello' to his Grandpa for us, and then excitedly said 'oh that is right, he dies at the end of the movie'.
My daughter did not speak for almost her first two years of life, and then she said 'I'm a hungry bungry ice cream lungry'.
Her first real word was 'Grammafornia'
I have famous friends, and wonder why I am sooo lucky
I pray daily and sometimes for many hours
I like Dr. Pepper
I am affectionate
I furrow my brow in thought
My eyes need glasses
My throat is chronically sore and has a small growth in the scar tissue where my tonsils used to be
My first dog was an Irish Setter
I have moved approx 20 times
I collect hats and wear then no matter how awful
I will send this now so it goes before yahoo runs out
Thank you for the excercise...you can hit me back, if you want...
The world needs friends, and at the very least we have shared a few moments sharing.
Ja/God/Whathave you Bless you
Barbara
I have held my breath for three minutes and 20 seconds – twice. I attended Woodstock '94 and even had a VIP pass. I graduated high school with a 1.5 GPA. I nearly doubled my GPA when I graduated from college. I have visited all 50 states. I once faked being sick from school for two weeks. I took piano lessons for seven years. I hate rap. My favorite color is green. I'm a Libra. I can stop a moving fan with my tongue. I do one-armed push-ups when I'm drunk. The fastest I've driven a car is 123 MPH. I've had a gun pulled on me. I own one share of the Green Bay Packers. When I was a kid, I used to attend professional wrestling matches. I've attended a taping of Jay Leno's Tonight Show. I've been to the Charles Manson murder sights. I've had the same Email address since 1995. I despise coffee. I love buffets. I can talk backwards. I can sing the Flintstones theme backwards. I'm a published author. I once hit a deer. I came very close to running over a moose. I've seen grizzly bears in the wild. I've touched a live shark. I've swam with dolphins. I saw the very last Brewers game played in County Stadium . I saw the very first Brewers game played in Miller Park. I've seen Bill Clinton give a speech. I hate spiders and snakes. I've snacked on sliced pickles dipped in peanut butter. I don't eat vegetables. (I wish I did though) My longest phone call lasted over 10 hours. I was a juvenile delinquent. My 8th grade English teacher said he wanted to beat the shit out of me. My 7th grade reading teacher choked me. My middle school principal used to drink alcohol while yelling at me. I was 2.5 months shy of age 17 before I got drunk for the first time. I lost my virginity when I was 14. I have jumped off and onto a moving train. (Slow moving) I am very shy. Although I'm very shy, I enjoy public speaking. My favorite movie is Star Wars. I have over 3000 movies in my collection. I've been known to eat an entire Tombstone pizza in one sitting. My nickname is "The Walrus." My nickname comes from the Beatles song "I Am The Walrus." I have been known to karaoke. I once went skydiving. I've thrown up at school. I don't know anything about cars. I own a machete. I have a 60-pound tin foil ball. I spent two years working as a repo man in Milwaukee 's inner city. I appeared as an extra in an episode of "Martial Law." I've twice seen Paul McCartney in concert. My great, great, great grandpa was a friend of Abraham Lincoln. I've never eaten Spam. As a kid, I once started my garage on fire. I fell 15 feet out of a tree and got a concussion. I've never been in a fight. I can't stand smoking. I got kicked out of two Sunday school classes in 4th grade. I was once going 65 MPH, on an exit ramp, when my brakes gave out. I love hot baths. I once attended a Florida Marlins game, as a guest of the owner. People tell me I look younger than I am. I've had the same cell phone number since 1998. I have crawled on the grave of William Howard Taft. I've seen a Red Sox game in Fenway Park . I once videotaped a friend of a friend throwing up. I once turned down a date with a stripper. (She was dumb as a box of rocks). I once slammed three fingers in a car door. The door shut all the way. I've ridden an elephant. I have a crush on Natalie Portman. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I have always voted Democrat. I've had sex in 41 states. I once got chased by a crazy man in a bloody butcher's smock. I'm presently learning to play the guitar. My grandpa was a commander in the Navy during WWII. I've snorkeled in the Pacific Ocean , and have seen an eel an octopus and turtles. I've had a bullet blow up in my face. Years of video games has given me great hand/eye coordination. In the first grade, I broke my left foot in a merry-go-round accident. I've ridden on the hood of a car. I once tried on panty hose. I didn't feel sexy. I once blew the door off a microwave by blowing up an egg inside of it. I was once a radio DJ. I still have my radio license. I'm not a big fan of cream cheese. I've dipped my fingers in the Great Salt Lake . It smells! I've seen wild buffalo on Antelope Island . I don't dance. I can only do slow dances at weddings. I want to set foot on all seven continents before I die. I've been to Graceland . I saw Robin Yount get his 3000th career hit. I'm a really nice guy. I'm an avid listener of Howard Stern's radio show. I can change my clothes while driving. I made my first Chia Pet in 2008. I plan to buy a hot tub and a swimming pool. I can slightly wiggle my ears. I have a couple of blogs. According to the Chinese calendar, I am a metal pig. I'm a very good listener. I haven't been without a pet cat or dog since I was two-years-old. I have never played golf. Chinese food and ham used to disgust me. Now I like both. I'm strangely amused by the word "penis." In restaurants I drink Mountain Dew. At home I drink Diet Coke. My longest-lasting friendship is going on 25 years. I have a deed to the Earth. I have walked within two feet of live, flowing lava. Unlike most of my gender, I know almost nothing about cars or tools. Reese's Pieces is my favorite candy. I have done volunteer work. I have touched the Alaskan pipeline. I've swam nude at a nude beach. I'm a firm believer in cheap sunglasses. I've received a second concussion when a flashlight fell on my head. I've had stitches over each eye. My IQ has been tested at 137. I have a theory on "wet rain" and "dry rain." My only tattoo is of a walrus on my upper left arm. I've been on a railroad bridge with my head inches below a moving train. The first time I inhaled a cigarette was the last time I inhaled a cigarette. I wrote for my college newspaper. I hate beer. I own a full-sized standup arcade game. I opened my first bottle of wine in May, 2008. I am teaching myself how to cook.
What is your age, height and weight please?
I am over 35, 5'11" and 133lbs
I like what you wrote.
I will say this:
My name is not a secret.
I play percussives, sometimes off beat.
I can hit notes above a High C.
I am a Leo
I used to swallow tons of Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum
I used to pitch softball
I won the 50 yard dash every year growing up
I was a first rate hurdler until I injured my neck
I LOVE volleyball
I can write like a bat out of hell
I drowned once in CO
I can spin fire, I have poi
I have swam at a nude beach in New Jersey
I sell Radio and it is not going well.
I am going to return to bartending to supplement my income.
I have been considered an industry expert in Real Estate.
I cannot wait to write a book.
I have been married.
I have divorced.
I hung with Sean Lennon for 2.5 hours chatting at The Safe House.
I regret not grabbing his crotch.
The same week I was backstage for The Stooges.
My best friend died on my Birthday.
Best friends usually supplement as Body guards, and watch my back.
I can fill a room with ex-boyfriends who admire my musical talents and looks and mind.
That amuses me, and I thank the Lord for those blessings.
I puked in Aspen once and burned my finger on the car lighter, as a child
I do not enjoy thug-like bikers
I hate heavy metal screamers
I could sing a note for almost two minutes or more in vocal class circa 1993
I love fairy food candy
I love malted milk balls
I abhor Cocaine users
I have driven 115 mph
I wish the world was more perfect
I like Popeye far more than Brutus
My last boyfriend chose Brutus - I dumped him for that among other reasons-as well he sort of reminded me of my ex husband
I admire elegant chantueses, and cannot wait to fill that role permanently.
I am accused of vacillating.
I have been abused by men.
I, I, I, I.
I was a stagehand at Northern Light Theater.
A woman screaming from a Balustrade is a Bukowski line.
I want to tour all the continents
I played pingpong on the back of my limo
I have my passport
I have been fired once for unknown reasons
I was a skip out artist in high school
I was a forger in high school
Friends would give me their cars in high school, though I had no license
I cannot sleep when I have dirty teeth
I like taking photgraphs
I can scat in strange sounds
I love flossing my teeth
I actually enjoy going to mass
My Grandfather accidently shot and killed his Mother cleaning his gun
My Grandfather dated Great Aunt Jenny prior to marrying Grandma Astrid
I used to play house daily, and had a Rub a Dub Dolly named Julie
I have friends who have been on Lettermen.
I consider myself to be 'world religion'.
I created the term 'Opportunity Jazz' (you've heard of Free Jazz?)
I saw the Father of Free Jazz, Ornette Coleman, pass out at Bonarroo Music Fest in 07
I also created the term 'Enviromental Art', and Manuel Neri (UC Berkeley Prof.) embraced it
I have a piece of Environmental Art hanging at Manuel Neri's house
I have met Jay Leno.
I quit driving UPS, hated it.
Julio Eglesias' wife cried on my shoulder.
I am a super mind.
I am a wordsmith.
I am a thinktank.
I have good self esteem.
I believe that I worked in the battlefield and my duty was to pull our soldiers, who had fallen, back to the good side.
I once made a mistake and pulled one off the field in camoflage.
It broke my wing.
He drank from the toilet while drunk.
I finally asked for a transfer.
Evidently I get to write about it soon.My children are in College.
My son is 6'8".
I had my kids early.
I am constantly told that I look younger than I am.
When people say that they are pathetic, usually
I think that a golf course is a good place for women to pick up a date-in theory-have not tried it myself
I am told by my friends that I should be a model because I am 'statuesque'
My friends are either genius or much older than I, or both.
I have 5 sisters
I once threw a dart at a balloon and hit my Dad in the leg.
Twice.
I organized the CYO buddies in my class to steal the church leaders wine, Joe scaled the building and tossed it down we all ran
We drank it in my sisters car
I introduced my best girlfriend to her best boyfriend and he later killed himself, she no longer speaks to me, but lives in KY
My first boyfriend was molested by a school teacher and then a neighbor
or vice versa
My second boyfriend was molested by his Father's lover
My best friends boyfriend was molested by a doctor and we walked in on it
My other best friend was molested by the same doctor first
My third boyfriend is dead
My fourth boyfriend is a drunk
I once had a boyfriend sit on me for two hours, insisting that we get engaged
He was drunk too, and I didn't do it
I found a 1/2 pound of pot in a field and gave it to Rocky Doider for 20 bucks
Rocky died young
I used to brag that I love marijuana, until my business partner got furious about that
My business partner has used two of his three strikes in No. Ca., and is over 60 now, and fears going to jail.
I used to create myspace pages in my spare time for people I admire.
I admire Richard vonMagnus.
I admire the work of Peter Jay Huiras.
I am too nice.
I am a cobra.
I am
I get literal and figurative.
I live in a Miller mansion.
I have owned earth and sky.
I no longer own my own earth and sky, except for the view and what I borrow when I walk.
My favorite movie is Fiddler on the Roof and then West Side Story
My favorite color remains a toss up between all the colors
I like Art Bell
I think I should have named my son Frank instead of Robert
There is a famous song that has my name in it- Barbara Ellen
I am too strong.
I am too weak.
I am a paradox.
I stopped being altruistic.
I do not want to ever demand reciprocity ever again.
I have a book collection
I love Nina Simone
I lived outside of the Bay area
I have met alot of celebrities
I consider myself to be a celebrity
I will have a small part shown nationally in a full length feature film next year
I am almost appraoaching the new 30
I have a WARDROBE
I bought a limo as a practical joke
I really bought it as a prop
That money was foolishly spent
I bought it because I was in love.
I am long and white just like my limo was
I drink my mocha tall and single just like me.
I love to make funnies.
I was once traveling South on 124th street approaching a light on Cleveland and My brakes went out.
I have been in 3 accidents with a semi
I went to get my CDLA lic. to ensure further prosperity, but then let my temps run out.
I bailed out on a bartending job one Halloween, actually did a 'no show no call'
I rarely fart.
I am the highest soprano in the state
I have a key to the city
I grow my hair because I think that is a good quality for a vocalist.
I feel alienated by women because I have 5 sisters.
I have two different colored eyes.
I have a man-made Theremin.
I went to Burning Man.
I love children more than adults.
I oppose war.
I want to turn Steinbeck's 'Johhny Bear' into a puppetshow and will
I will kill you if you let the cultural cat out of the bag
I make idle threats over lifeswork, but really will kill you if it gets produced before I do it
I raised my children by myself
I asked Duke Robillard if he had any pot in Monterey
I can be taken anywhere except into a slummy smokey bar
I will throw a shit fit if I am held up to the same standards as a piece of crap
I want people who know me to have high standards
I am a holy person
I am an opinionated person
I am not judgemental
okay, I am, but I do not mean to be
My kids adore me but feel I am a hypocrite sometimes
I need to get away from the madness
I am hurt by society
I want to travel more
I want to give more
I told a lie over and over again, I'm sure, probably b/c it was funny
I am not cynical
I try to hurt no one
I used to model for a Medici, she had 3 popes in her family and Nostradamus
I think Sir Thomas Aquina writes in puzzles
Mr. Pettit once gave me a $100 tip
I got a NET AID artist pass
Chris Robinson had an infatuation with me for a time, I think
I went to NYC and met Jimmy Page
I once held Genglers head as he puked on the golf course
When Grandma Rosemary passed away, I drank 6 martinis in her honor and was carried home and placed in front of the toilet by my nice boyfriend.
My flute player buddy performed with both Janis and Jimmi
I need my fillings covered by white stuff that they use now
I am doing well considering that I rarely have had health insurance
I used to work full-time and still qualified for welfare
I have been to the food bank a few times
My parents are alive and well
My Father is mellow
My Mother is complicated yet simplistic
I am multifaceted
My roommate wants to make music but I am writing
I have icecream in the freezer
I used to smoke cigarerettes, but HATE them now
I was obsessed with honesty in raising my children
My children to not smoke and rarely drink
I hate the prevalent alcoholism in WI
My last boyfriend was illiterate but looked completely normal
His dyslexia may have been retardation by the way he acted once the veil was removed
It hurt us both
I am in shock still
I have never been arrested, not really.
I climbed out a window and sat on a ledge without fear and completely out of my mind
I beleieve that I have matured since then and have put much more in perpective
I am an intellectual giant at times.
Othertimes I am not.
I really thought that I was being a stunt woman.
I CAN read minds
It is difficult to be so sensitive to the energy of others to the point where I can almost read anyone at anytime like an open book
I am very good at what I do, and that sets the bar very high for myself and those around me
I ran stages at S um / merfes t (they transcribe to any use of the name on the internet---it comes to them on a ticker tape of fax- so I must alter it)
I was told that I am the only woman to have done that, but I have not verified that
I enjoy Napa
I believe that since Napa does not support grapes naturally, the region should commence the manufacturing of wines, and halt planting grapes
I think France should stop burning the grape fields
I need to lecture women on abuse
I should go back to College and get a bigger and better degree, and want to
I hate smokers
I hate alcoholics and drug abusers
My heavy sisters think I am skinny because of illicit behavior and I feel that abusive thought
I can write for hours and not blink an eye
What else do you want to know about me
I was kicked in the face by my husband with steel tipped boots on, approx 15 years ago.
I was on the floor making Easter baskets
I desire reconnecting with past dear friends
I suffered post traumatic stress disorder as a result, many many years ago
I like Gore Vidal
I read ALL of Atlas Shrugged
Ayn Rand was related to The Kennedy's
I suggest that you get some sun
I suggest that you use suncreen
I will always be a Mother, Matter. Madre
Weak men feel very comforted by my strengths
I saw Spike and Ikes animated Sick and Twisted Film Fest at The Palace of Fine Arts in San Fran circa 1993
I stayed at Mrs. Buffets condo in Twin Peaks once when travelling with a violin-maker.
I have asked millionaires to lend me money, but they said nope but wanted marriage instead and they tried to force trick and coerce me
Weak men are my weakness, but I am changing, pity isnt pretty
I need to stay among men so strong that they love and adore my strengths
Those men are few and far between
My dog Goose was a big loss and leaves a sadness within me
I have been tortured by life and will rise above this again and again
I shall overcome
You shall overcome
We shall overcome
She has the whole world in her hands
I need icecream right now to accompany that popcorn I just ate
I treat myself really really well
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
I am an actress by nature
I am sincere
My first true love was Paul Simon
I think that Actress Natalie Portman is short
I think that a tall woman is superior to a short woman, usually but not always, still mostly
God save the Queen
I like big noses
I have a bigger nose than say...uh Natalie Portman
I was born in the late sixties
I am not absorped with dating anyone younger than myself, generally speaking
I refuse to count the stanzas
I need a warmer winter
I can dance better than you would believe
I have met Bill Haley and the Comets
I studied Journalism in college
My English teacher cried for me and it killed me to see him raging in tears over my bruised face
I met Arun Gandhi, and he spoke about alternatives to violence
My son asked that he say 'hello' to his Grandpa for us, and then excitedly said 'oh that is right, he dies at the end of the movie'.
My daughter did not speak for almost her first two years of life, and then she said 'I'm a hungry bungry ice cream lungry'.
Her first real word was 'Grammafornia'
I have famous friends, and wonder why I am sooo lucky
I pray daily and sometimes for many hours
I like Dr. Pepper
I am affectionate
I furrow my brow in thought
My eyes need glasses
My throat is chronically sore and has a small growth in the scar tissue where my tonsils used to be
My first dog was an Irish Setter
I have moved approx 20 times
I collect hats and wear then no matter how awful
I will send this now so it goes before yahoo runs out
Thank you for the excercise...you can hit me back, if you want...
The world needs friends, and at the very least we have shared a few moments sharing.
Ja/God/Whathave you Bless you
Barbara
Ode to King Richard - for Richard vonMagnus
To Richard vonMagnus From Barbara Meyer-Spidell 1996
Ode to King Richard
- written by Barbara Meyer-Spidell
Whilst unripened and vintage peasant boast they internalize the eternal awe
King Richard's glittering fantasia guitar strums call
Boldly lyrical of a succinct natural stepping—so concise
The unadulterated verse leave "The Wishbone" dangling loosely from the blunt buttery knife
King Richard then harvesting the ripening shores quickening yet breathless rise and fall
Casting the quanine colors on eagerly posing canvas spread so lustily on his wall
Streamlining BlackMojo penne-pulse with the flowering tenuous thrust
Within the fistprism of the King's tallion of his jilt-jaded King of Heart's brush
Shadowlight's vibrant screaming hues beckon casually and land
Voodoo Imagery from brilliant tethered scholarman
A million morsels
A million morsels
A million morsels from his hand
A million morsels bellow and glisten
A million faces will have heard and will listen
A millionth of their energy captured and succumbed
A millionth of his ideas aught and turning
Release your bread what has been done has been done
Set free King Richard for all is yearning
Conspire your world and knock it down freely
Let their mindseyes and arms do their own revealing
Let those peasants drool, point, and desire
Let them awaken from the deep slumberous wild adventure while he, The King sets the world
On fire!
Ode to King Richard
- written by Barbara Meyer-Spidell
Whilst unripened and vintage peasant boast they internalize the eternal awe
King Richard's glittering fantasia guitar strums call
Boldly lyrical of a succinct natural stepping—so concise
The unadulterated verse leave "The Wishbone" dangling loosely from the blunt buttery knife
King Richard then harvesting the ripening shores quickening yet breathless rise and fall
Casting the quanine colors on eagerly posing canvas spread so lustily on his wall
Streamlining BlackMojo penne-pulse with the flowering tenuous thrust
Within the fistprism of the King's tallion of his jilt-jaded King of Heart's brush
Shadowlight's vibrant screaming hues beckon casually and land
Voodoo Imagery from brilliant tethered scholarman
A million morsels
A million morsels
A million morsels from his hand
A million morsels bellow and glisten
A million faces will have heard and will listen
A millionth of their energy captured and succumbed
A millionth of his ideas aught and turning
Release your bread what has been done has been done
Set free King Richard for all is yearning
Conspire your world and knock it down freely
Let their mindseyes and arms do their own revealing
Let those peasants drool, point, and desire
Let them awaken from the deep slumberous wild adventure while he, The King sets the world
On fire!
OK a Challenge to Write A New Poem- Here is what I came up with
sorry- not a thing
I tricked you, didn't I?
Well you should have maybe
not gave a damn about a challenge
What about competing with yourself next time
And about you going back to school- I think that you should do it
oh by the way
I have been meaning to mention
that I really like your smile and especially the way that
your eyes light up
is that a mirror in your pants?
Because Jack says that he can see himself in them...
Let me leave it at that...h a h a
I tricked you, didn't I?
Well you should have maybe
not gave a damn about a challenge
What about competing with yourself next time
And about you going back to school- I think that you should do it
oh by the way
I have been meaning to mention
that I really like your smile and especially the way that
your eyes light up
is that a mirror in your pants?
Because Jack says that he can see himself in them...
Let me leave it at that...h a h a
Moon Dream
MoonDream Circa 1992 Current mood: betrayed
By Barbara E. Meyer 1992
aka: Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
MoonDream
The Moon Rose like a flower blossoming, like an infant walking, like the new day starting.
The Moon Rose like a Mother yelling, a dream dispelling, a story’s retelling, the old fable starting, and the moonlike rose unfolding.
The Moon rose like the people inhabiting, the old folks hobbling, the wagon wheel wobbling, the children sqabbling, and still the moon rose.
The dream lived like the rapid rain quenching a tall forest and drenching the leaves with the dew filling shadows.
The dream lived like a man calling into the forest, on a water laden evening from the wooden porch, both leaking and seeping.
The dream lived like an inkeeper sweeping, a lost child weeping, the bullfrogs leaping, the sheepshearers sleeping, withered brown hands weaving, teenagers deceiving, wives disbelieving, and still the fat old moon still rose.
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By Barbara E. Meyer 1992
aka: Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
MoonDream
The Moon Rose like a flower blossoming, like an infant walking, like the new day starting.
The Moon Rose like a Mother yelling, a dream dispelling, a story’s retelling, the old fable starting, and the moonlike rose unfolding.
The Moon rose like the people inhabiting, the old folks hobbling, the wagon wheel wobbling, the children sqabbling, and still the moon rose.
The dream lived like the rapid rain quenching a tall forest and drenching the leaves with the dew filling shadows.
The dream lived like a man calling into the forest, on a water laden evening from the wooden porch, both leaking and seeping.
The dream lived like an inkeeper sweeping, a lost child weeping, the bullfrogs leaping, the sheepshearers sleeping, withered brown hands weaving, teenagers deceiving, wives disbelieving, and still the fat old moon still rose.
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I am Glad that I still Have those Old boots
I AM GLAD THAT I STILL HAVE THOSE OLD BOOTS
by Barbara E. Meyer circa 1992, Benicia CA.
While you had been gathering clumps of expertise off the ground like they were Easter Eggs
I had been sitting around in a forlorn time zone
While you lovingly plucked ripely from the root
I ahd given myself the boot
I was bare
Had given up my fair share
Luckily I had saved those old boots to pull myself up by
Down from my high am I
To know my own root was so readily obtainable is a sty
...and retrainable, lifts me high
Goodbye
by Barbara E. Meyer circa 1992, Benicia CA.
While you had been gathering clumps of expertise off the ground like they were Easter Eggs
I had been sitting around in a forlorn time zone
While you lovingly plucked ripely from the root
I ahd given myself the boot
I was bare
Had given up my fair share
Luckily I had saved those old boots to pull myself up by
Down from my high am I
To know my own root was so readily obtainable is a sty
...and retrainable, lifts me high
Goodbye
Run from the Disillusionary Take 2
Run from the Disillusionary Take 2 by Barbara E. Spidell circa 1983 Category: Writing and Poetry
RUN FROM THE DISILLUSIONARY TAKE 2
By Barbara Ellen Spidell
He sat at the table
talking on the phone
apparently angered
definitely alone
He demanded his money, said he didn't work for free, said he felt taken advantage of, and didn't want to be.
He slammed the phone down on the reciever, and then he checked for change, it a cigarette and started to write. I knew he was estranged.
People around stood, grabbed their kids and stared, made for the door quickly, and I knew they had to be scared.
Refrain: People run so often, they know not what to do. What you are running away from is a part of me and you.
He crumpled up his work, and scooped up the burnt butts, then proceeded towards the door, with his coffee cup.
I picked up his empty cigarette box, and his writings too and looked closely at his scribbles, what I found would shock you.
It was a military strategy, some sort of plan.
X's marked those he'd shot,
each X was a man.
There wer code words too:
brown, town, mouse.
The words ryhmed, sounding most poetic.
city, green, house.
Maybe I interpret too well, or my own mind is overworked, but I tell you- I know it was, and it is not just some strange quirk.
What I neglected to tell you, was that I worked at Burger King.
Keeping up the dining room, and I was just fourteen and:
The phone he talked upon wasn't even real.
He wasn't aware he was there.
That fact he could not conceal.
Refrain: Oh people run so often.....
RUN FROM THE DISILLUSIONARY TAKE 2
By Barbara Ellen Spidell
He sat at the table
talking on the phone
apparently angered
definitely alone
He demanded his money, said he didn't work for free, said he felt taken advantage of, and didn't want to be.
He slammed the phone down on the reciever, and then he checked for change, it a cigarette and started to write. I knew he was estranged.
People around stood, grabbed their kids and stared, made for the door quickly, and I knew they had to be scared.
Refrain: People run so often, they know not what to do. What you are running away from is a part of me and you.
He crumpled up his work, and scooped up the burnt butts, then proceeded towards the door, with his coffee cup.
I picked up his empty cigarette box, and his writings too and looked closely at his scribbles, what I found would shock you.
It was a military strategy, some sort of plan.
X's marked those he'd shot,
each X was a man.
There wer code words too:
brown, town, mouse.
The words ryhmed, sounding most poetic.
city, green, house.
Maybe I interpret too well, or my own mind is overworked, but I tell you- I know it was, and it is not just some strange quirk.
What I neglected to tell you, was that I worked at Burger King.
Keeping up the dining room, and I was just fourteen and:
The phone he talked upon wasn't even real.
He wasn't aware he was there.
That fact he could not conceal.
Refrain: Oh people run so often.....
Splash
Splash
by Barbara E. Meyer 1992, Benicia CA
I like to do things in a big way, luckily for me, I have a rapport with God.
Large things can't be put into cubicles
The inconclusiveness tosses the rest in a heap
Intricate cannot be classsified
Complex cannot be stereotyped
I like to 'Barrel On In', as it were, making a BIG SPLASH
I have a good time just being alive
I like to have plain ol' fun
It wouldn't hurt to make some cash
'I am coming through!' Am I getting through to you?
Are you 'coming through' to me?
by Barbara E. Meyer 1992, Benicia CA
I like to do things in a big way, luckily for me, I have a rapport with God.
Large things can't be put into cubicles
The inconclusiveness tosses the rest in a heap
Intricate cannot be classsified
Complex cannot be stereotyped
I like to 'Barrel On In', as it were, making a BIG SPLASH
I have a good time just being alive
I like to have plain ol' fun
It wouldn't hurt to make some cash
'I am coming through!' Am I getting through to you?
Are you 'coming through' to me?
Do You Want to Know?
Do You Want to Know? circa 1992 by Barbara E. Meyer
Does the night really fall?
Perhaps in motion slow.
Does a city sit upon a waterway?...and evening Grow?
Do things really do these?
Or is all for show?
Do you want to know?
Do you want to know?
Is the idea of overlooming perhaps an obtuse thought?
Does a weaver sit and weave above a woven cloth?
These things seem a bit uncanny but consider circumstance: These are as much of history as a time old dance.
Do you feel a bit uncertain?
Afraid to take a chance?
Are you?
Will you take a chance?
Time is odd and things are strange and comfort far away.
Yet examine yourself carefully, and look- you are okay.
You are here
and You are right, that you do belong..
Many walked the length before you,and now you too will grow strong.
I want to know. I want to know.
Be strong, my friend, trust those around you and: You will know, You will know.
Some will go, some will stay
Some others will come back, others you may never walk with-on or off the track
Many you will speak with or sing a common verse.
You must begin upon your journey now, and without any rehearse.
I want to know-say it-
I will know-louder-
I truly will know-sing it
I do know!
Yes.
Does the night really fall?
Perhaps in motion slow.
Does a city sit upon a waterway?...and evening Grow?
Do things really do these?
Or is all for show?
Do you want to know?
Do you want to know?
Is the idea of overlooming perhaps an obtuse thought?
Does a weaver sit and weave above a woven cloth?
These things seem a bit uncanny but consider circumstance: These are as much of history as a time old dance.
Do you feel a bit uncertain?
Afraid to take a chance?
Are you?
Will you take a chance?
Time is odd and things are strange and comfort far away.
Yet examine yourself carefully, and look- you are okay.
You are here
and You are right, that you do belong..
Many walked the length before you,and now you too will grow strong.
I want to know. I want to know.
Be strong, my friend, trust those around you and: You will know, You will know.
Some will go, some will stay
Some others will come back, others you may never walk with-on or off the track
Many you will speak with or sing a common verse.
You must begin upon your journey now, and without any rehearse.
I want to know-say it-
I will know-louder-
I truly will know-sing it
I do know!
Yes.
Rancid Distaste for the Racist
Rancid Distaste for the Racist-Poem circa 1992 by Barbara E. Meyer
Rancid Distaste for the Racist
by Barbara E. Meyer 1992
Cardio Vascular Palpitations
pitter pat pat patter
Love one another.
Enjoy.....
...Life's Differences....
....With your Brother....
....In One Another....
Walk with your Brother
and Have a Good Time
Walk with your Brother
He is a Good friend of Mine.
Rancid Distaste for the Racist
by Barbara E. Meyer 1992
Cardio Vascular Palpitations
pitter pat pat patter
Love one another.
Enjoy.....
...Life's Differences....
....With your Brother....
....In One Another....
Walk with your Brother
and Have a Good Time
Walk with your Brother
He is a Good friend of Mine.
Run from the Disillusionary Take 1
RUN FROM THE DISILLUSIONARY Take 1
by Barbara E. Spidell
Run from the Disillusionary
He sat at the table talking on the imaginary phone- I guess it was a 'pay'.
I had to use my imagination. It looked like pantomime.
...a welcome break in my day, something to watch
He demanded money, as I went unnoticed, but then he walked away.
by Barbara E. Spidell
Run from the Disillusionary
He sat at the table talking on the imaginary phone- I guess it was a 'pay'.
I had to use my imagination. It looked like pantomime.
...a welcome break in my day, something to watch
He demanded money, as I went unnoticed, but then he walked away.
A pocketful of shards, lies, and the letter ' r '
A pocketful of shards, lies, and the letter 'r' as written by Barbara Meyer-Spidell on 12-10-2007
Jimmy Bee's
I thought I was the only psychic in a roomful of liars.
I stood up, my black wooled draping coat covered in small beige retreiver shorthairs, and then layed my head down on the burgundy red barstool, like a small r.
Bending over like a small r, I was wishing someone would sit right on my head...wanting to laugh at the site of it then and now.
Maybe I should get stoned instead, afterall, I hated drunkards, and faced being forced into one.
I imagine The Three Stooges. I guess, maybe my life is a 14 bit routine, '...not wanting to give them only two-bits...', I said out loud.
Determined to make no tears and hostiley fighting with myself to act like an ordinary monkey, I touch my abdomen, pretending that I am shifting my cock while pretending to shift my eggholders in my womb, and stood up I order:
'May I please have a weak Korbel and seltzer? Thank you.'
My preferable routine is no routine. Keep them rocking, pitched forth and back, as you keep swinging your arms like the spaghetti that they are, makes life fairer somehow, if you are looking for fairness.
I just need originality. I prefer life that way, but the lack of 'constants' will drive a better woman nuts.
My theory is that it sure beats being let down by a roomful of liars while you think you are being a psychic.
Only a poet in a roomful of liars sees the transparency of the lying fat assed drunks.
I hate being forced into a routine of bars. My head turns into r's.
A life in Milwaukee can be better than this...if I only had the innards of a man, would I be willing to settle for the lies, the drinks, and then I would wish to be a psychic that my inner psychic knows so clearly that one cannot distinguish between the two.
The dividing lines that only a woman sees are erased. The fragments and laughing shards are melded.
A poet in a roomful of liars is a shameworthy thing if one wanted to tackle the meaning of the word. I'd settle for truths.
Jimmy Bee's
I thought I was the only psychic in a roomful of liars.
I stood up, my black wooled draping coat covered in small beige retreiver shorthairs, and then layed my head down on the burgundy red barstool, like a small r.
Bending over like a small r, I was wishing someone would sit right on my head...wanting to laugh at the site of it then and now.
Maybe I should get stoned instead, afterall, I hated drunkards, and faced being forced into one.
I imagine The Three Stooges. I guess, maybe my life is a 14 bit routine, '...not wanting to give them only two-bits...', I said out loud.
Determined to make no tears and hostiley fighting with myself to act like an ordinary monkey, I touch my abdomen, pretending that I am shifting my cock while pretending to shift my eggholders in my womb, and stood up I order:
'May I please have a weak Korbel and seltzer? Thank you.'
My preferable routine is no routine. Keep them rocking, pitched forth and back, as you keep swinging your arms like the spaghetti that they are, makes life fairer somehow, if you are looking for fairness.
I just need originality. I prefer life that way, but the lack of 'constants' will drive a better woman nuts.
My theory is that it sure beats being let down by a roomful of liars while you think you are being a psychic.
Only a poet in a roomful of liars sees the transparency of the lying fat assed drunks.
I hate being forced into a routine of bars. My head turns into r's.
A life in Milwaukee can be better than this...if I only had the innards of a man, would I be willing to settle for the lies, the drinks, and then I would wish to be a psychic that my inner psychic knows so clearly that one cannot distinguish between the two.
The dividing lines that only a woman sees are erased. The fragments and laughing shards are melded.
A poet in a roomful of liars is a shameworthy thing if one wanted to tackle the meaning of the word. I'd settle for truths.
The Living Gadget
Poem-The Living Gadget-by Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
The Living Gadget
Works like Magic
Complete without instructions
It actually fuctions
and is so humane.
I said that The Living Gadget
Functions like Magic
and To My most Surprise
That Gadget Had a Habit!
A Habit?
One exclaims
Not inherent Motions?
Do Explain!
A Habit Gadget without Watchful Incorporations
Is Less than tuned
It relies on Function Less tuned than even the Moon
You See, The Gadget Magic and Inherent Motion Complete Without Instructions...
...oh there goes my intermediary theory of Gadget Magic and that Living Gadget function!
The living gagdet was written By Barbara Meyer-Spidell then known as Barbara E. Meyer wife of Maurice Lee Meyer ...and still is and will always remain so the reigning Mother of Robert Michael Meyer and Lauren Marie Meyer -this poem circa 1991 in Benicia California
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The Living Gadget
Works like Magic
Complete without instructions
It actually fuctions
and is so humane.
I said that The Living Gadget
Functions like Magic
and To My most Surprise
That Gadget Had a Habit!
A Habit?
One exclaims
Not inherent Motions?
Do Explain!
A Habit Gadget without Watchful Incorporations
Is Less than tuned
It relies on Function Less tuned than even the Moon
You See, The Gadget Magic and Inherent Motion Complete Without Instructions...
...oh there goes my intermediary theory of Gadget Magic and that Living Gadget function!
The living gagdet was written By Barbara Meyer-Spidell then known as Barbara E. Meyer wife of Maurice Lee Meyer ...and still is and will always remain so the reigning Mother of Robert Michael Meyer and Lauren Marie Meyer -this poem circa 1991 in Benicia California
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A Poem for Kristine's Project
Sunday, January 06, 2008
new poem off the cuff for Kristine's project
Once There was a field that owned a Little Fantasia Boy
The Field Wept as The Boy Slept
The Boy Grew and The Feild shimmered Golden
The Boy Marched as The Field Grew the Trees
The Words that crossed the winds of sadness ran and whipped when he went away
The Wars on The Fields bring the Many Boys together to shed Blood on her Grass
The Fields believe that They are Here for another Reason
The man lay buried and the Grass grows
The Field allows her many dwellers to Thrive on her bossom
The Boy onced lived off the land to which he now Grows into
new poem off the cuff for Kristine's project
Once There was a field that owned a Little Fantasia Boy
The Field Wept as The Boy Slept
The Boy Grew and The Feild shimmered Golden
The Boy Marched as The Field Grew the Trees
The Words that crossed the winds of sadness ran and whipped when he went away
The Wars on The Fields bring the Many Boys together to shed Blood on her Grass
The Fields believe that They are Here for another Reason
The man lay buried and the Grass grows
The Field allows her many dwellers to Thrive on her bossom
The Boy onced lived off the land to which he now Grows into
Poems from my Myspace Blog
Sunday, January 06, 2008 fun to write in ’92 Category: Writing and Poetry Sierra Nevada's Rte. 80 back in 1991 by Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
Thirsty mountain sandstone
wild resevoir
fiery mountain distance
great travel by car
Snow cresting like Louisiana cotton growing far from here
It is so good to see you mountain and I am so glad I am near.
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The Way you Will-
Circa ’92 written by Barbara E. Meyer-Spidell
Category: Writing and Poetry
I know your fervor.
I know your temper.
I know your passion and what you desire.
I see your vision quite clearly now.
I see my own and they're different somehow.
I know the thrills that you seek.
I know the havoc that you can wreak.
Your life made sense up to this time.
I see this pattern that you want to be mine.
But me, I want me own identity.
I must do with my life what I must.
I have things that I must do.
And you.
You.
You can go the way you will.
The way you will.
It is your dream that you must fulfill.
I knooowwwwww.
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Wednesday, December 12, 2007
The Rosebush and the Grapevine The Rosebush and The Grapevine-
to Nicholas John Glasnovich May 1991 on his 1st Communion from Barbara Ellen Meyer
Like the Rosebush Full of Thorns
One May Encounter Many Storms
Because Such Beauty Will Deceive
Be Certain of What you Think or Perceive
The Grapevine, on the other hand, Has Roots Quite Deep,
That Your Storm, Though Most Passing,
is Kin to a Weep
Your Faith is the Yeild of Fruit You Bare,
and Quite a Fruit it is! Beyond Compare!
Like these Plants, You Too Will Grow.
Your Roots Down Deep, Under Sod and Snow.
Whatever the Weather, Chilled or Warm,
a Faith that Has Died You Will Never Have to Mourn.
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A Tribute to Baby Blankets circa 1991-2 poems
Snot Riddled and Tear Eyed Sore by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991
(hey I have alot to write up-some are better than others, BUT YOU WILL SEE a large body of work upon completion.)
Oh but Nothing goes Thru so Much Agony as the Wee Blanket
Except the Wee
Oh but nothing goes thru so much Trying as the Shared Wee blanket
Thanks so much for the Trying
Snot Riddled and Tera Eyed Sore Thru One Babe Son and then One More (Jon and Kate Eklund)For Nothing lasts as long as the Wee Blanket
Triple Tear Eyed Sore for The 'God son' now (Robert Meyer)and Then Once Again More (Lauren Meyer)
Baby Blanket Poem 2
See Thru Ragged
by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1991
See thru Ragged wasn't Ragged Before
AllLay Upon a New Babe
Bright ColorsHand made
See Thru Ragged wasn't Ragged
Four Little Hands LearningPeek a BooDear
Sister Patricia, I accept this Blanket from
You'See Thru Ragged' Raises two more
Lovely patched Blanket your Total is Four'
See Thru Ragged' washed again
We loved your display of colors and will remember them
'See Thru Ragged It Is!' afterall
We Bring you to your Resting Place, This Place Upon Our Wall
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Poetry is : Barbara Ellen Meyer circa 1992
Poetry is as an equation of which it's diallect or creative or colorfully descriptive word determines it's value. It could even be codelike terminology, it appears, to the casual listener or thoughtless reader. However, to understand the mastery of poetry you must figure the equation. You first begin by asking yourself the question: What do the words say at face value? Some writers choose to write subliminall, if so, then as the reader, you must find the underlying message or tone. This underlying tone may be sarcasm or ironic, even scofflike or just plain simple secondary message. Sometimes the writer might use colorful phrasing to enhance something picturesque, and help produce incredible imagery.Some times one can graph the poetic cadence, even on a computer.Afterall, poetry is basically and simply a medium.
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Depict Me, by Barbara Ellen Meyer circa ’92 in California
I am faulted for inciting riots
Useless as they may be
I'm thoughlessly pre-occupied with what truly bothers me
The human condition falters
inspires philosophies
Aestheticllay that's how they are made out to be
Art pieces depict human frailty
Color combining texture mimic what others see
Depict me
Are not my faults exposed?
Or do you see smooth lines and grace?D
o you depict those?
Ooooh depict me as I am
Ooooh depict me as I am
See me as I am meant to be seen
Do not look at my colors but what I leave behind
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A Tribute to Popeye ’92 by Barbara Ellen Meyer
When I was a child I welcomed my Father home from work with a simple greeting, ' Hello Popeye!'.
I greet my children as 'Pilgrims', my predecessors 'Who knows?'
They may flee the country at some time
The culture I am coming from has welcomed your culture.
Welcome me into your culture, however they may say it
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old poems collective ’92
you what? What do you mean, you don't understand?
by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992
All of it, every aspect of it
Celebration of itMusic.
Music is a complete celebration of The God's for you and I
but then again, so is nature
See it truly
Have the vision
Be able to smell it from your mind
or when you hold it, have it
Welcome it to your heart
And LiteratureShare it
It is a prt of my life
the lifeblood within
Sieging from my veins
My very veins
as you do yours,
dont kill the tree
What do mean you don't understand?
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Poems from ’92 or thereabouts- I in California Tennyson by Barbara Ellen Meyer 1992
Barbarous People
Blind to the magic,
deaf to the melody
It stems like a flower and cascade forth
languid colour upon the shore
Down the rocks
My body pours
God's great works upon the shore
My sound speaks in a 'tricklewhisper'with violence my voice does roar
I give the gift to the rich
I give the gift to the poor
Clear and Palitable forever more
The woodbine spices are musk of the rose in a rivulet fall
Cold as February Except twice fold
All dampness put to a hold
No such movement to be so bold
Cold as April
Long for the day
Letting the dampness trickle it's way
It's direction is to the May
Cold as June
The warm mornings spent
Hoping for rain as it came and went
Give to the memories or just be lent
Cold as AugustJulius Ceasar is gone
Heat pours forth praying for winds'song
The directions changing going down the road
Cold as August Where it goes no one knows
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A Poem for You Video Romeo by Barbara Meyer-Spidell-- lost in 2005
as long as people, like you,
are blaming people, like me,
for interferring or coming between people who you are trying to connect with then people,
like you,
do not see the reason for people, like me, and the way we act or react and for what reason
So you blame instead of understanding
Maybe people, like you, who do this, have every intention of malice, like those who caused me to be the way that I am
And you feel cheated that you were robbed of your own possible attempts brought down by people you blame, like me
Yet, though I know not what you are blaming me for specifically, I understand that you were trying to be like the reason for people like me acting the way that I do
This is very scarey to people like me
not for the power which you feel so deemed threatened
but by the very nature and act that you try to conceal
with blameyou surface
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A Poem about Robert Michael Meyer to Family after move from WI to CA
By Barbara Meyer (Meyer-Spidell)
Poem about Robert
Hang a picture upon the door
The boy is Four
Figures: stick
Look divine
artist mine
Sandy tussled carefree hair
long limbs
Shadow grace us-everywhere
Helpful brother
not so benign
Sister forgives
boy mine
happy Mother
Father works
Superhero
childhood quirks
imitable
funny gesture
could be a dancer
could be a clown
may be a policeman
seldom frown
curious
intelligent
imagination vivid
his bite leaves Mom livid
nightly prayers
sister too
Misses grandparents
cousins
and you
come visit us soon
Poem about Robert
Hang a picture upon the door
The boy is Four
Figures: stick
Look divine
artist mine
Sandy tussled carefree hair
long limbs
Shadow grace us-everywhere
Helpful brother
not so benign
Sister forgives
boy mine
happy Mother
Father works
Superhero
childhood quirks
imitable
funny gesture
could be a dancer
could be a clown
may be a policeman
seldom frown
curious
intelligent
imagination vivid
his bite leaves Mom livid
nightly prayers
sister too
Misses grandparents
cousins
and you
come visit us soon
Idea by Barbara Meyer-Spidell
Idea by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) 1992
Keep your limits to yourself
dont impose them upon me
I am the idea and I enumerate
I will cross all boundary
I must find a home
For if I dont flourish I will be all alone
I am not impentrable
I hold no prior conviction
I will keep my own reservations
if any, intact
Give me no restrictions
I am the idea
Don't lie upon me
Extol me
I am all that you have
I am truly your own
As you will come to see
There is no other like me
Come to see
Come to see
Some call me 'creative'
Others call me light
Some say 'its Lord" speaking
I often come at night
You are alone
Sometimes in a crowd
I can creep so quietly
Sometimes I am loud
Though you are isolated
I mustn't go unsung
I may flourish with others
for you to pick among
Come to see me
Hear my words
I am the idea
Many among herds
Geesse fly overhead
Fins in a schools
Algae on the globe of life
I havent but one rule
Numbers in all realm
You neednt scrutiny
Pull me out blindfolded
any leaf upon a tree
I am in abundance
Take and run like a thief
Be careful of my twin
It is 'psuedo' idea
one who will never win
Don't get leary now
Have a little faith
I know that you are good
You need your own space
We are much alike
Interdependent one might say
I am going to leave abruptly now
Good bye Have a nice day
Keep your limits to yourself
dont impose them upon me
I am the idea and I enumerate
I will cross all boundary
I must find a home
For if I dont flourish I will be all alone
I am not impentrable
I hold no prior conviction
I will keep my own reservations
if any, intact
Give me no restrictions
I am the idea
Don't lie upon me
Extol me
I am all that you have
I am truly your own
As you will come to see
There is no other like me
Come to see
Come to see
Some call me 'creative'
Others call me light
Some say 'its Lord" speaking
I often come at night
You are alone
Sometimes in a crowd
I can creep so quietly
Sometimes I am loud
Though you are isolated
I mustn't go unsung
I may flourish with others
for you to pick among
Come to see me
Hear my words
I am the idea
Many among herds
Geesse fly overhead
Fins in a schools
Algae on the globe of life
I havent but one rule
Numbers in all realm
You neednt scrutiny
Pull me out blindfolded
any leaf upon a tree
I am in abundance
Take and run like a thief
Be careful of my twin
It is 'psuedo' idea
one who will never win
Don't get leary now
Have a little faith
I know that you are good
You need your own space
We are much alike
Interdependent one might say
I am going to leave abruptly now
Good bye Have a nice day
Sage Brush
Sage Brush by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) 1992
Sage Brush
Wind Gusts
Premediataions
House Shutters
Wind Blows
Issues Arise
Dusty Rose
Unkempt Walkway
Water Droplets
Commence
all accounted for
and then
again
it will happen once more
vined fruit
tormented
nailed to the fence
overwrought release
to the rich soil
dewey lush
always full thickness
ever the more
succulent or paltry?
meager?
resevoir?
moist or dry?
sky
ever deny
a pasing storm?
Sage Brush
Wind Gusts
Premediataions
House Shutters
Wind Blows
Issues Arise
Dusty Rose
Unkempt Walkway
Water Droplets
Commence
all accounted for
and then
again
it will happen once more
vined fruit
tormented
nailed to the fence
overwrought release
to the rich soil
dewey lush
always full thickness
ever the more
succulent or paltry?
meager?
resevoir?
moist or dry?
sky
ever deny
a pasing storm?
Lauren Marie Meyer
written March 1992, by Barbara Meyer
Lauren
combing your fine baby hair, tho its shoulder length
natural curl, barely there
lovely angels face
Lauren
combing your
fine baby hair
tho
it's shoulder length
natural
curl barely there
lovely
angels
face
I hear your cry
your baby
fell upon the floor
pick her up
soothe her
as I you
once more
Your Brother is four
ride
your bike
with plastic wheels
coast....the slope
don't scuff your heels
green ribbons
braided
length
imaginary friends
and you
have my strength
Lauren
combing your fine baby hair, tho its shoulder length
natural curl, barely there
lovely angels face
Lauren
combing your
fine baby hair
tho
it's shoulder length
natural
curl barely there
lovely
angels
face
I hear your cry
your baby
fell upon the floor
pick her up
soothe her
as I you
once more
Your Brother is four
ride
your bike
with plastic wheels
coast....the slope
don't scuff your heels
green ribbons
braided
length
imaginary friends
and you
have my strength
The Worry Pursued Me
This was more than likely inspired by Robert and Barbara playing word games in 1992, based on the notebooks...making up scenarios and funny instances combining ideas with a simple story...weave it, contort it, stretch it, as an idea and see what happens in trying to tie it together. It is rather Suessstyle in my opinion, in rhyming and wackiness.
The worry pursued me like a stalking cat
I worried for this
I worried for that
Then I sent 'off' my mind
and put atop my head, a hat
and said 'that takes care of that'.
Off my way on a sunny yet windy day my hat flew
and I still knew
I was being followed
as I was feeling like two
When earlier that day I'd gotten on the bus
I was shocked and scared and felt such a fuss
The worry pursued me like a fish in a school
So I crossed my legs and sat on a stool
The stool wasnt there and I didnt care
and I took care of that worry right then and there.
Besides, it never paid it's bus fair....
The worry pursued me like a stalking cat
I worried for this
I worried for that
Then I sent 'off' my mind
and put atop my head, a hat
and said 'that takes care of that'.
Off my way on a sunny yet windy day my hat flew
and I still knew
I was being followed
as I was feeling like two
When earlier that day I'd gotten on the bus
I was shocked and scared and felt such a fuss
The worry pursued me like a fish in a school
So I crossed my legs and sat on a stool
The stool wasnt there and I didnt care
and I took care of that worry right then and there.
Besides, it never paid it's bus fair....
Notes on the Wind on a Certain Day
California wind musings by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) circa 1991
a dryer wind than what I am used to
less cleaner for the rainwashings
almost plastering with salt essence
i am a freshwater person
my roots are of the Lake, Michigan that is...
I have lived in Chicago and Milwaukee all my life, until right now
a dryer wind than what I am used to
less cleaner for the rainwashings
almost plastering with salt essence
i am a freshwater person
my roots are of the Lake, Michigan that is...
I have lived in Chicago and Milwaukee all my life, until right now
The Moon Lies Tipped Upon It's Back
Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) circa 1992
This is the poem that made Barbara famous. Actually, it was her first poem to be published. It was published in a volume entitled, The Moon in the Night Sky.
The Moon Lies Tipped Upon It's Back
The Moon lies tipped upon it's back
With that curve on its face arched up with a crack
The laser like light projecting from afar
Expose it's grin, slightly ajar
So far, So far, you seem to be near
The light-giver, I muse, comforting fear
With you the star orchards nuture carnival clouds
While eve staves constant changes before the crowd
The crowds, whether aware or not
lie, perch, crouch, grow, and rot
recognize your talents and throw a catcall
though the velvet curtain with sun and soundrise does fall
and the moon takes it's bow in this virtuous hall
This is the poem that made Barbara famous. Actually, it was her first poem to be published. It was published in a volume entitled, The Moon in the Night Sky.
The Moon Lies Tipped Upon It's Back
The Moon lies tipped upon it's back
With that curve on its face arched up with a crack
The laser like light projecting from afar
Expose it's grin, slightly ajar
So far, So far, you seem to be near
The light-giver, I muse, comforting fear
With you the star orchards nuture carnival clouds
While eve staves constant changes before the crowd
The crowds, whether aware or not
lie, perch, crouch, grow, and rot
recognize your talents and throw a catcall
though the velvet curtain with sun and soundrise does fall
and the moon takes it's bow in this virtuous hall
My Baby Daughter 'Lauren'
Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) wrote this for daughter, Lauren Marie Meyer, born in Elgin Il, Sherman Hospital, on July 23rd, 1989.
Circa 1990-91.
She lifts her chin and her delicate head spills her hair back the color of butter
I kiss her bruised lip from her fall from before
and I watch her jump across the floor
her features lovely and right
skin soft
and eyes blue
light
agile
swift
daring and kind
This all describes the girl of mine
Circa 1990-91.
She lifts her chin and her delicate head spills her hair back the color of butter
I kiss her bruised lip from her fall from before
and I watch her jump across the floor
her features lovely and right
skin soft
and eyes blue
light
agile
swift
daring and kind
This all describes the girl of mine
Chicago, on a day
Chicago, on a day by Barbara Ellen Meyer (Meyer-Spidell) circa 1989
Chicago
Where it is cold in the winter
Wet in the summer
and windy all year round
Water droplets swell with exhaust and sound
Where the shacks are made with aluminum and tires
and the men forget their names
when you ask them for it again it never remains the same
Children run shoeless and
men are armed with guns
Where many minds are dulled
and it is hung and so is the sun
Chicago
Where it is cold in the winter
Wet in the summer
and windy all year round
Water droplets swell with exhaust and sound
Where the shacks are made with aluminum and tires
and the men forget their names
when you ask them for it again it never remains the same
Children run shoeless and
men are armed with guns
Where many minds are dulled
and it is hung and so is the sun
Poem for Robert Michael Meyer, born in Elgin, Illinois
I wrote this in 92 or so, for my son, Robert Michael Meyer, born October 9th, 1987. He is, and always will be, the first greatest joy in my life.
Have Fun Stick to Your Guns- circa 1992
by Barbara Meyer-Spidell for Robert Michael Meyer
Have fun
Stick to your guns
on those blue maze days
with soft sun rays
the sun shines
don't forget, you -mine, are fine
Don't ever hide, because the sun will always find
Be good
You should
and not misunderstood
Firm stance in taking chance
There is no circumstance
If you 'do' how you feel
If what you feel is real
Don't stand to the side and
let your future ride
While your shadows hide
For even if you stand with grace
The sun will change it's face
and the sun will always find
Have Fun Stick to Your Guns- circa 1992
by Barbara Meyer-Spidell for Robert Michael Meyer
Have fun
Stick to your guns
on those blue maze days
with soft sun rays
the sun shines
don't forget, you -mine, are fine
Don't ever hide, because the sun will always find
Be good
You should
and not misunderstood
Firm stance in taking chance
There is no circumstance
If you 'do' how you feel
If what you feel is real
Don't stand to the side and
let your future ride
While your shadows hide
For even if you stand with grace
The sun will change it's face
and the sun will always find
Untitled Song- I was listening to alot of Queen, Supertramp etc.at the time.I believed myself to Be A Rockopera Diva/Writer at the time.Same as today.
An untitled theatrical song written by Barbara Meyer-Spidell, in 1991 or so. Barbara relates,
'Oh yes, this has got to be a cartoon character or should I say, Scar, from the Lion King, it reminds me. Again, a character is defined through this song. I wrote this tune story, again circa, 1991. I was so young to have so many ideas down...many are character conversations, so that the listener identifies the nature easily. The age that I was writing for could vary, pending on the musical complexities, obviously it is meant to be light hearted.'
I only long for notoriety
I hunger and thirst for shame
My cheiftain desire is to prolong this lust
Such grandeur associated with my name
I desire not lights, but fights
and glitter does not me want
But my face and reward for capture
and Bone chilling tales of horror and haunt
I want to shock all
mock all
I want to rock the cradle
I want to scare you
terror you
and lay my wrath at any table
smell like a stable
if I am able
send out the cable
be written in a fable
I want it all I call
Notoreity just bought out fame
I'll never fall
I'll step up
and call it a new game
I'll be feared, cheered
Things will never be the same
They call me insane
When they saaaay my naaaaame
'Oh yes, this has got to be a cartoon character or should I say, Scar, from the Lion King, it reminds me. Again, a character is defined through this song. I wrote this tune story, again circa, 1991. I was so young to have so many ideas down...many are character conversations, so that the listener identifies the nature easily. The age that I was writing for could vary, pending on the musical complexities, obviously it is meant to be light hearted.'
I only long for notoriety
I hunger and thirst for shame
My cheiftain desire is to prolong this lust
Such grandeur associated with my name
I desire not lights, but fights
and glitter does not me want
But my face and reward for capture
and Bone chilling tales of horror and haunt
I want to shock all
mock all
I want to rock the cradle
I want to scare you
terror you
and lay my wrath at any table
smell like a stable
if I am able
send out the cable
be written in a fable
I want it all I call
Notoreity just bought out fame
I'll never fall
I'll step up
and call it a new game
I'll be feared, cheered
Things will never be the same
They call me insane
When they saaaay my naaaaame
Rubies, Rubles and Disjointed Matter
Barbara Meyer-Spidell discusses with herself, some of her written work.
The way I see it, is the character is a man, he is telling a story, trying to lay groundwork in his position....to the listener, it is a song of sorts, as in a showtune...That is my interpretation of what I wrote back in 1991...I think I was trying to have a man tell a story, in a sing song way. It really is Untitled.
When I had wrote this, I had already been writing, consistently, since 7 yrs old. At that time, I was developing alot of ideas, in the early 90's, this was probably inspired by something or other...some desire to get something down. I really cannot tell you alot about it. I see what appears to be a bit of vanity as I mention, the number 28, and I mention rubies---so I must have been referring to myself as well, and then, began to switch gender, as I began to produce, in my own mind, the words coming from a man. My birthday is July 28th. July is the Ruby Stone month.
Maybe I should call it 'Disjointed Matter' as I wrote above. By the way, I do give it a C grade or less. When I wrote it, if it was finished, which I know it is not, I still would have given it a C or less, as far as grading goes for lyrical verse. But it is out there anyways---I should call it 'Girl with Pen'. Overt minimalism.
Not the rubies of the Tuesday but of the 28th
Not the cradle of the cat but the one without the haste
Not the giant of Sequoia but the One that Jack had fought
We ALL have differing identities oft more oft than oft naught
Differentiate what we identify
Specify the certain matter
Mostly but not by certain
Detail the inclandestine chatter
Ohhh but not by certain
Clearly place the matter,
certain, place upon a platter
Hold it with just precision
and 'careful' with that matter
I never wanted Notoriety
I only wanted Fame
The Credit should go for spontaneity
Not leaving me words and shame
I begrudge this - This insult
My intentions - they were well
I swear it was my heart
Not my Head that began to swell
The way I see it, is the character is a man, he is telling a story, trying to lay groundwork in his position....to the listener, it is a song of sorts, as in a showtune...That is my interpretation of what I wrote back in 1991...I think I was trying to have a man tell a story, in a sing song way. It really is Untitled.
When I had wrote this, I had already been writing, consistently, since 7 yrs old. At that time, I was developing alot of ideas, in the early 90's, this was probably inspired by something or other...some desire to get something down. I really cannot tell you alot about it. I see what appears to be a bit of vanity as I mention, the number 28, and I mention rubies---so I must have been referring to myself as well, and then, began to switch gender, as I began to produce, in my own mind, the words coming from a man. My birthday is July 28th. July is the Ruby Stone month.
Maybe I should call it 'Disjointed Matter' as I wrote above. By the way, I do give it a C grade or less. When I wrote it, if it was finished, which I know it is not, I still would have given it a C or less, as far as grading goes for lyrical verse. But it is out there anyways---I should call it 'Girl with Pen'. Overt minimalism.
Not the rubies of the Tuesday but of the 28th
Not the cradle of the cat but the one without the haste
Not the giant of Sequoia but the One that Jack had fought
We ALL have differing identities oft more oft than oft naught
Differentiate what we identify
Specify the certain matter
Mostly but not by certain
Detail the inclandestine chatter
Ohhh but not by certain
Clearly place the matter,
certain, place upon a platter
Hold it with just precision
and 'careful' with that matter
I never wanted Notoriety
I only wanted Fame
The Credit should go for spontaneity
Not leaving me words and shame
I begrudge this - This insult
My intentions - they were well
I swear it was my heart
Not my Head that began to swell
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