Sans Shackle

Random poetry 2 Comments »

Hiya ūüôā

From Textfixer (RandomWordGenerator wasn’t playing today!)

After my poem about Tony Robbins yesterday, I had a bit of a deeper thought about the whole looking at women for inspiration thing.

This lead me to Diana Nyad’s TED talks.¬†

I watched the one that she did AFTER her epic swimming achievement, first.  She looked younger than in one she did before it!!

I can’t actually fathom (pun left…) wanting to swim in the ocean for over 50 hours now¬†–¬†and when I get to be over¬†60 years old I¬†doubt that will change!!¬†

Nyad is truly inspirational.

 

Shackle  Cathedral  Committee  Pick  Despicable  End  Cortex  Drive  Auxiliary

 

Do not shackle me by age

I do not worship at the altar

Of popular opinion;

Or bend my knees

In the cathedral of your views.

 

I need no committee

To render me worthy

Of fulfilling my dreams.

Pick a side, if you must,

But don’t stand in my way.

 

It seems despicable to me

To end my days

Regretting decisions

Plucked from others’ cerebral cortex.

 

I have a huge drive to succeed –

Your auxiliary caution

Is sweet, but weighs me down.

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Heading For Change

Mental Health, Random poetry 2 Comments »

Hey ūüôā

 

Well, the poem kind of speaks for itself today: I’m on a Tony Robbins kick this week!

I am determined not to just hibernate this winter…

 

Successful  Notice  Offer  Change  Touch  Grab  Smelly  Uppity  Branch

 

What does it mean to be successful?

He stands there on stage,

And I notice that smile

He has in every video:

He’s enjoying himself.

 

The audience is rapt

And, while I stand here ironing school clothes,

He’s going to offer me up

Everything I need to change.

 

He’s going to invite me

To get in touch with my emotions,

Really notice how

I’m holding myself back.

 

He’s going to tell me to grab the moment,

That I’m not getting any younger;

These smelly old thoughts

Weighing me down

Need aired (and cleansed).

 

And it’s hard to get uppity

With someone speaking sense.

(Anyway, he can’t hear me!)

 

I could spiel that: “he’s not a mum

Or even a woman!‚ÄĚ

That: “my days

Look very different to his!‚ÄĚ

But, still, I need to branch out.

 

I turn over shirt sleeves

And think about leaves…

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

 

 

 

He Calls Me…

Mental Health, Other Poetry, Random poetry, Relationships No Comments »

Hi!

Today‚Äôs words (from Textfixer) unleashed a fed up and feisty female speaker.¬† Woe betide ‚Äėhim‚Äô if he messes with her much longer ūüėČ

 

Egocentric  Compulsive  Fragment  Decoder  Think  Parasite  Gunrunner  Teen  Village

 

He calls me egocentric and compulsive,

When in truth I repetitively do things

Because others need me to.

 

He says I analyse each fragment of his conversation

Looking to trap him;

Become a random decoder

Reading things he never meant

Into his words…

 

But who taught me to think that way?!

Who showed me

That what is declared

Sheds little light

On what occurred?

 

I’m not some parasite:

Sucking his life-force,

Plotting his downfall,

Stockpiling ammo

In my gunrunner’s lair!

 

No.

 

I am not huffing like some teen

Grounded for ten misdemeanours

On his way home from school…!

 

I participate in my village,

I can be relied upon to contribute;

I don’t scurry out of sight

When my curtain is pulled back…

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Phoebe

Childhood, Parenting, Random poetry No Comments »

Hello!

A roll of the Jimpix generator broke my wee run of unhappy poetry, and gave me a young character I‚Äôd like to meet in real life ūüôā

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Phoebe  Coronet  Manners  Haxwell  Gillcambon  Fish  Thompson  Tawny  Stragglers

 

Phoebe thinks of herself

As worthy of a coronet.

She’s all about manners

And even expects Haxwell

To give her a polite paw.

 

We rambled through Gillcambon Beck

Looking for fish

In our Thompson way;

Hooking our tawny hair

Behind Thompson ears.

 

(Phoebe dislikes being tickled,

So has a surfeit of clips

In her neat little pockets:

Spends a silly amount of time

Smoothing stragglers and tangles)

 

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Abstract

Random poetry, Relationships No Comments »

Hey There ūüėČ

I have gone for a RandomWordGenerator selection again today, as I messed up and used RandomLists twice, earlier in the week! Fair’s fair…

I seem to have been channelling unhappy characters in the past few posts. Tonight’s lady appears to be experiencing some legal trouble:

 

 

 

 

 

Abstract  Spontaneous  Advisor  Surgeon  Wife  Veteran  Extort  Video  Disgrace

 

They were always abstract,

His spontaneous splurges of art;

He called me in to be his advisor

But it felt like I became

Some incompetent heart surgeon

When I tried to offer my thoughts:

 

Each unfavourable word

Piercing…

Spilling lifeblood in cascades.

 

So, as his wife,

I learned

To keep his vital organs

From staining up his sleeves:

Applied salve and sustenance

When needed,

Became a veteran enabler

Who did nothing to extort gain.

 

I saw no money from each YouTube video

Despite long hours

Spent fixing lighting

(And temperament)

 

When his health failed,

And I’d sold the paintings

To pay for his care:

His posthumous lawyers

Coloured me in disgrace.

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Not Functional

Childhood, Random poetry 2 Comments »

Hello!

 

It would appear that my speaker from yesterday still wants to unburden his or her soul to us. 

I also had The P!nk song Family Portrait start up in my head when I read ‚Äėphotograph‚Äô followed by ‚Äėdiplomat‚Äô.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Willpower  Point  Functional  Photograph  Block  Muscle  Cream  Diplomat  Embarrassment

 

It took great willpower

Not to point out

That, although we looked

A functional unit

In our forced-smile photograph,

We were each an island ‚Äď

A lonely block of land

Battered by the seas of change.

 

And never sheltered

By our father’s arms:

He used his muscle to intimidate,

Not protect.

 

He told us we could never rise

To be the cream of any industry,

Or excel at anything we did.

He let us know

Where we belonged ‚Äď

That ‚Äėfolks like us‚Äô

Were born to fail.

 

And our mother,

Ever the scurrying diplomat,

Escorted us out of rooms;

Proffering ice packs

(And make-up)

To eschew embarrassment.

 

I am so thankful that this is not my truth.  My heart aches for those who have this in their lives and/or history.

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

A Ray Of Danger

Childhood, Random poetry, Relationships No Comments »

Hi ūüôā

Some straightforward offerings from Textfixer today.  The poem was kinda destined to be dark after reading the last two words, however…

 

Patient  Danger  Plantation  Rage  Divine  Ray  Amuse  Bloodsucker  Hunchback

 

He was never patient.

I always felt in danger,

Like his slave:

Forced to bend,

The world his vast plantation,

His rage knowing no bounds.

 

He had divine right over me –

His x-ray vision

Penetrating my very thoughts.

The way his hand-marks

Rose upon my face

Seemed only to amuse him.

 

This monster hid in plain sight,

Squatting over our lives,

And no one tried to vanquish him.

 

Sometimes evil is no Hollywood bloodsucker

And has no hunchback henchman:

Sometimes it just nods to you

At your little village shop…

 

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

The Greenhouse Effect

Childhood, Parenting, Random poetry No Comments »

Howdy!

I went onto the internet as usual to generate my Jimpix words, and recoiled in horror: there was an error message informing me that the page may have been moved…or deleted!

The numerous times I had groaned and grumbled about the words it had given me, glared anxiously at the page and fumbled for connecting dots, while wondering why I do this to myself…it all flashed before my mournful inner eye…Jimpix was to be no more??!  Had I cursed it too much?  Did the generator not know I loved it the best (don’t tell Textfixer, Randomlists and RandomWordGenerator I said that though.  I don’t want all my buds leaving me!)??

I wrote a little wail to Jimpix on the contact page, then tapped around the site in desperation, hoping one of the other generators there might help me out a bit.¬† Thankfully one did, so I still got a selection to keep me on my toes a bit, but oooh.¬† I am very sad that the era of my proper Jimpix wranglings may be over!! ūüôĀ

 

I‚Äôve read that Virgos are supposed to like conventional things, knew roughly who Galileo was (and tried not to sing that excerpt from Queen‚Äôs Bohemian Rhapsody‚Ķ) but I hadn‚Äôt to my knowledge heard of a Ptarmigan before.¬† When I found out that it was a bird that could be found in mountainous regions, I smiled – because I then knew just how to tie it in with ‚Äėsledge‚Äô‚Ķ

 

 

 

Striped   Sledge   Virgo   Greenhouse   Abrasive   Galilean  Ptarmigan  Matter   Aspiring

 

Our striped sledge

Hurtled from the shed,

Propelled by wild abandon;

Sent to rock my Virgo soul.

The crazed descent

Was thwarted by our greenhouse,

Poor little cheeks marred

By our abrasive planter, there.

 

With his Galilean interests sated,

Jordan straightened and declared

The snow ‚Äúmuch faster than last year‚Äôs‚ÄĚ;

While (seeming part-Ptarmigan)

Waddling towards me.

 

Poor little Marcus

Was still nursing his face,

‚ÄúA plaster!!‚ÄĚ the only matter

He was aspiring to address.

 

I didn‚Äôt consciously link another meaning of ‚ÄėGalilean‚Äô to calling the older boy Jordan when writing the poem but, upon typing it out, I suddenly realised the connection!! ūüėÄ

 

**UPDATE!!**

I was emailed back!¬† The Jimpix website owner apologised for deleting his generator, and told me he had reinstated it!¬† I am so happy (while also feeling a leeeetle bit like a bully…) go and check out his ecards and generators, there are poetry¬†cards to choose from as well as funny ones. He is obviously one of the good guys and deserves your custom ūüėČ

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

X-Ray

Mental Health, Random poetry No Comments »

Hello!

From Randomlists (yes, I messed up, and used it twice in a row! Ooops!)

I was sitting in front of the tablet, again with a fledgling crochet project in hand, and I happened upon a Brendon Burchard YouTube video I had never seen before.¬† I actually watched it twice, and checked the date on it, because it was really voicing something I have been mulling over since about Thursday!¬† It is an old video of his (December 2012) so I think it was just synchronicity at work ūüėČ

He posits that limiting beliefs are not what are holding you back, it‚Äôs you choosing to FOCUS on them that‚Äôs doing the damage.¬† It‚Äôs worth a watch, and rings so true for me after 5 days flying solo (three of them were school days) and having repeatedly got where I needed to be, kept the house tidy, the blog up to date, tummies full etc etc etc.¬† I am pretty awesome when I choose to believe it ūüėÄ

 

X-ray  Quickest  Phone  Wacky  Stream  Lewd  Boorish  Ocean  Ahead

 

Brendon had spoken,

Reached through the screen

With his shrewd x-ray

And picked the quickest way

To spear me to the spot.

(He used my phone)

 

Usually a little wacky,

He seemed a lot more serious this time:

Fired up, yes – but a little angry, too?

His usual: focussed, stream-of-consciousness style

Hammering home his points

Telling me I was better than this.

 

I don’t have to listen to

Every lewd (!) or boorish thing my thoughts say

(In fact, in polite society, I don’t repeat them;

So why can’t I censor what I tell myself?!)

Why drown in an ocean of negativity

When the way ahead could be JOYOUS?!

 

Ok, so I fudged the truth a little in the poem, but the tablet is just like a big phone, isn‚Äôt it‚Ķ? ūüėõ

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!

Spy?

Parenting, Random poetry, Relationships No Comments »

Hiya ūüôā

 

 

 

Unbiased  Suspect  Unruly  Number  Spy  Peaceful  Year  Concern  Wrench

 

No-one can be completely unbiased,

And I suspect her motives

Every time she smiles

At my unruly kids.

 

(I fret she has my mother’s number

On speed-dial:

Was sent as some spy

Into my supposed adulthood)

 

But it has been a peaceful year

Since the big volcano,

So I’ll try to quell my concern

And feign I think she’s not pretending

That this whole situation

Is a huge, undeniable, wrench.

 

I can see a woman in her twenties, with two lively boys in a library.  There are books strewn around them, and she had been trying to quietly wrestle a title from the younger boy when her aunt approached.  There was an immediate change in the atmosphere Рthe boys sensed it and both ran away to another part of the kids’ section, giggling.  The conversation is then stilted between the adults, the younger woman really wanting to go and calm down her sons, but not wanting to appear rude; the older woman very happy to see the family, but not knowing what to say.

I get the impression that there were threats of Children’s Services being involved in the younger woman’s care of the kids.  More than that, I am unsure…

What do you think the background to the poem is?

 

 

Come visit the Facebook page and follow @ComfyRestless on Twitter

Copyright © 2017  Montaffera All Rights Reserved
Please do not use any of my content (posts, pictures, poetry etc) without my permission, but feel free to link back to my blog if something catches your eye. Thank you!