poetry

Hi there. Some know me as Honeybuds but my real name is Diane. I have been writing poetry since I was about 12 years old. When my Mother committed suicide in 1990 (when I was 13), poetry became a silent friend with no prejudices and a clean slate upon which I could console my utterly despaired self. Having had a life seemingly endeared to tragedy, I am proud to say I have survived with some poetry that documents a journey filled with Hope. By sharing my poetry, I am hoping to not only help myself, but others who have ever felt alone or anyone who enjoys good poetry. Not all my poetry is as depressing as a lot of people think. It is honest...So please if you would, travel along my BUMPIEST of ROADs with the FLATTEST of TIRES Poetry & Prose Page Untitled

Mother and child deer
munching the day away
Crackling leaves underhoof
blue sky beckoning gray
While the sun gently dips
behind mountain
Fall begins......

MaCHEESYmo

White little prejudiced man
behind a supersquare desk
And his itty - bitty anus
twitches and itches
With menial superiority.

Untitled Forever seeking All encompassing D R O W N I N G too long in sorrow Hahbah Mah

At the Boston "hahbah" Mom,
I thought about how much you'd love it.
Fish shops out the wazoo
with water, birds........& peace.
The smell of water but in
the air,
Yachts swaying to & fro against
the fall gusted sky...

You were with me,
in all these things.
Shrug

Oh good morning
I bid you goodbye on these
DIRTY DIRTY
streets.
The trees wave their understanding
away to me
As leaves flip by my face.
People run briskly past,
aware of a passing human spirit,
Ignoring it and crossing the street,
Breathing relief at escape.

I will not curse them,
I wave good-bye
good-bye morning...

Epiphany

Infinite life sometimes has a very ugly face but
this face,
It is like clay.
Though sometimes hardened to the core,
its life evolving trick is
To become soft again--
Perhaps to allow chance to cast a soft eye unto us all.

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All this talk about the end of the world
weighs heavy on me entirely.
I want to teach children poetry first!--
no, not first.....
but ALWAYS!

Oh Sun, I cry for you and I imagine
you are already in tears knowing
That one beautiful day, you will have
to eat all of us up--
Even if we haven't showered yet.....

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Floating over the world one night,
I felt stabs of restlessness all over my body.
And then the poem ended.

A Gem of a Lady Always will I remember the essence and scent of her embrace, her slow motion smile on a fall day. I miss her but now she is a dream floating on windowsills, singing with the breeze. I windexed my Mother's picture TODAY.

Life Cycle
Life is but a snowstorm.
Frozen fragments of life falling upon the ground
make the blanket of snow complete.
Sometimes the wind whips the fragments of life
into a frenzy that will not be stopped
until the wind dies down
and life is but a mere blanket melting
into water that will become
snow again.

A Singular Path

"Why have you forsaken me?" cried the Spirit.

Throughout Time, the force of mystical perseverance has become ignored,
except by the few who have refuted the mediocre minds that
oppose greatness in the most modest of folk.

The meek shall inherit the Earth.

The meek will rise above dreadful solidarity of failure and bend
the knees of the almighty life-force, refusing the compromise
of unending acceptance of THE RULES that are begging to be broken.

I have in my hand my life in all its glory.

Can you see me in front of you and the dreams that turned into
nightmares by the children of rotting crops?
The fresh fruit is juicy and sweet, grasp the ripening of your mind
before the maggots reap the rolling dead on the ground below.

Soon you shall perish and this life will be but a passing of breath--
Make it have meant something in the round ball of dirt and Life.

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When the clouds roll over
And cry for the Earth,
I run for cover under the trees,
But the lightening,
It strikes me.

The currents of electric life
Constrict my blood.
My soul vibrates and
Is shaken out of me
And I become the rain.

The tears of the sky
Are me now
And I feel the completely life
Of reincarnation
When I rise from the ground,
returning to azurity again.

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Yes, I know there is an utter
and shattering sadness—
Killing millions of once
bright Souls, smiles....
And I know my Soul
my smiles
Have been long shards
of cutting mirror
Drawing the liquid glow
from my center.

I stare down at my reflection and see
Myself in a thousand billion parts--
And I grab the pieces
of a shattered me
and attempt to finish
          this puzzle
            with shaky &
             bloody hands...

Untitled I sometimes wonder what in the world, I sometimes wonder who in the world, And sometimes I wonder, just wonder What is wrong with the world? Where once life seemed so easy, so clear, so fun, Has now become a world of no hope and m uch dissension. And I wonder and will forever wonder until I die, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD??

‘A Jim Morrison

She touched his eyes
                   his mouth
                    on a book cover
And his Sadness
                 Listlessness
                 Discontentment
                 Displacement
Pulsated through her,
                      As if—
                      It were her own.

His forehead is creased..
He scrutinized a World,
that moved too slow
FOR HIM.

Poetry Oh my passion, I have left you after all you have done for me And I heard you scream in the center of my mind. I'm sorry I tried to muffle you, But I was busy denying myself the truth, Even though your voice reaching my heart and vaccum sucking it inside and out. You are silent nowadays and I reach around for you, Hoping you will touch my hand & forgive me But there is no soft hand, no creative, beautiful words-- When I look, I am blind to your disappointment and I know you have starved in my absence How can I let you know how sorry and incomplete I am... Without you?

In Thailand circa Vietnam Conflict

Bloody feet,
She walked miles to deliver
the air-man's laundry.

They were drunk
on the way home from
the officer's club...
Pinched her ass—
but she was too proud
REFUSED
to cry.
Her head high
soul crushed
she left
floating on pride
and gritting grinning strength.
Their laughs grew faint
in the distance
While a single beauty stared
injured
into a jungled night.

Dandelion, picture of resilience roots to the core of unimaginable magma Earth So strong like a sun you are growing all over unconquerable uncompromising undying forever strong turning into wishes so the hope may fly across the world.... Untitled Thoughts roll off mind fingers like raindrops Here I walk with the past dead in step they tell me truths I must learn record share hope that I can teach those ALONE in thinking they must be CRAZY. Of Yesterday I Say I should have been wiser I could have told her I loved her more once more.. I played with ants when I was small couldn't stand humans so young so scared HATEFUL unaware of compromise VERY aware of my maturity weirdness Today I tell her I love her she cannot hear me does she feel my feelings I stay inside on the computer all day still can't stand humans so old still young WISTFUL oh mama make it better... However Far We Travel (to all of my friends)
When we take a stick to the dirt and trace a life, the pebbles and footprints
are indicriminate and cruel,
Crushing and grinding the lines of a beautiful and innocent path.
The wind will begin to blow and find us searching through the air, finding each other.

I have seen pain and tears making mud of your life not so long ago and now,
I shouldn;t pretend to be so strong; thank you for my turn at tears.
Though strength seemed a might trying for you when we were younger, I am
glad to know your grains have found a place to rest
And taken refuge from the sometimes harsh and bitter wind.

You are my friend for always and though wind will be kincking us up in the future,
know that you will see me in the sky with you --
Still sharing the strength we created
TOGETHER.

All poetry is copyright

1999 Diane R. Fornbacher Please respect my work-- it has often nearly killed me.. More poetry to come...

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