3 POEMS A DAY

SO MANY PEOPLE So many people have the blues it seems to me these days Annie’s menopause makes her sweat and Vickys odd malaise My friend Sue says her lifes a mess and her husbands just a bore! Linda wonders why shes here and Ella just wants ……more. Sharon ran off to a commune says ‘human beings suck! Rachels mourning cuz her mom just died and shes also out of bucks. Angie needs time off  she moans she’s working way too hard Monas kids are causing grief her teen totalled her car! So many people have the blues or am I noticing it now? hang in there friends ‘This too must pass’ you’ll get through it somehow 3 poems a day 3 poems a day is my fun new goal Write it all down its good for the soul No need to know why or where it will lead, 3 poems…

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TUESDAY TRUTHS. ‘Going into the stinky tunnel’

JOURNAL NOTES ON MY MEMOIR WRITING ‘Call it whatever you want, but it’s the quality of moving forward with the writing even in the depths of despair about it. I learned to write anyway, no matter what’. Linda Joy Myers   Damn. Today I have been facing the next chapters of my life, writing my Memoir.  I got up my NERVE to finally face this stuff (after all these years of not looking at it). OMG! People have said ‘Oh Ill bet that writing is therapeutic and cathartic, eh? Well honestly it feels far different than that. So many awful scary painful memories are surfacing. It feels a lot like a root canal or labor. I’m sure that as soon as all this pain and agony is over (and I’m on the other side of it all ) I will feel SO much better. So relieved. The baby will finally come out…

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MONDAY MEMORIES.’The Impersonator Life’ Im a fraud?

(EXCERPT FROM UPCOMING MEMOIR) ‘THE IMPERSONATOR LIFE’ (IM A FRAUD?) So I got the job impersonating Streisand! WOW I honestly  didnt think I did that good but..I suppose I did ‘good enough’. The first gig I got was at John Asquagas Nugget Hotel in Reno, Nevada. My agent said its a bit like Vegas but smaller. ha. They flew me from Denver to Reno. Actually Sparks, Nevada. The show was called “LEGENDS LIVE’. I didnt even have a proper Streisand wig back then. I just sorta did my own hair and figured I sang enough like Streisand that it would be ok.   I was very nervous during rehearsals but also I was so new at the whole thing (singing in a big show!) that I was inspired to do a great job with it. I do have a part of me that is very determined. My bf calls it the “Ill…

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FRIDAY FREE FLOWING POEMS

Do you ever just feel burned out tired and exhausted? Well recently when I was going through a severe  burnout phase with my art business (after a series of non stop art shows)  I wrote all these poems in about a month. You can tell I was tired.haa   Here are a few.  I highly recommend writing poems. They are healing! 4. TRIPPED Tripped and fell.. over my sadness into the deep dark hole.. couldnt get up couldnt get out …stagnant soul. Bruised my face..scraped my knees swollen from sadness a new life please? REST Just want rest.. nothing more.. exhaustion.. to the core. Stop this world stop the train Give me sleep… my frazzled brain. Please no questions no blank stares no more art talk to sell my wares. Too burned out to say a word this stories over this lifes absurd My zest has gone just wilted flowers cant…

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FRIDAY FREE FLOWING POEMS

FAT SKINNY AND IN BETWEEN Fat skinny and in between. yeah Ive been those sizes ….. Was I more content when bones stuck out? nah I was not wiser. I thought it equalled happy to be more thin than stout. what a precious waste of time What WAS that all about? HAHA What a worry all the years concerned I was always in a hurry to get those cal’ries burned. SO here I sit past 50 50 years on earth concerned about the size of boobs cellulite and girth?. What use did all that do me? I thought …’I might just die!’ If I had excess blubber.. Oh dam a wicked lie! My kitties they still love me and my face still loves the sun fat, thin and in between I think my worries…done!  ‘A WAITRESS AT THE STEAKHOUSE A waitress at the steakhouse as she filled my iced tea…

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THURSDAY THOUGHTS- Ying/Yang

YING/YANG  or ‘THE DEVIL in the ANGEL’ and “BEAUTY or THE BEAST’ ‘THE DEVIL in the ANGEL’ This morning Im feeling extreeeemely tired from my cat (Kung Fu) who decided to go ape shit wild at 12 :30 am, right when I was going into that wonderful REM sleep and also at 4 AM screaming and scraping on everything in the bedroom. He starts by scratching hard on the tv then the papers near my bed, then he just lets out this awful wail (like he’s being tortured) and runs around like a bat outta hell all over the house. He has done this since he was a baby (He’s now 3). Last night was one of his worst terrorizing nights. He started at 12:30. Did it again at 3 am…then 3:30, then 4 am. ARGHHH!!  I do have a large water spray bottle next to my bed which is at…

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TUESDAY TRUTHs- “One word at a time’

I woke up feeling shaky a lot about this whole MEMOIR thing. Will I be able to concentrate and focus on this book enough? Will I be disciplined enough to hang in there with this project? Will I really be able to unravel and piece together my life, the way I envision it? Will I have the BRAVERY it takes to look at some of the hard stuff?  (to open those old cans of worms and relive the pain that I KNOW I will be doing soon  in the upcoming chapters)  including my ex husband ICK!? BUT then there’s this other calm knowing voice inside of me that just knows that I love this whole writing process.It feels like ‘me’. Feels like the thing I was meant to do. I love everything about writing……from the feeling of the flow of pen to paper, the putting words together, the expressing, the telling of my truths in my own…

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MONDAY MEMORIES. “Scared Shitless’

(EXCERPT FROM UPCOMING MEMOIR) THE AUDITION(SCARED SHITLESS) So the talent agent Casey Fields talked me into going down to the Imperial Palace Hotel for my first audition as Barbra Streisand. We walked in to the showroom which was all red and black paisley velvet. It felt intimidating to me. I saw the cushiony velvet booths and the massive stark stage which had nothing on it– so it made it look even more huge. Casey the agent then  introduced me to Nelson Foster, a kind Hugh Hefner looking classy dude who had this very chiseled handsome face. He had a clipboard of some kind in his hand. Although he was not young, maybe in his 50s I could tell he was quite the studly guy in his  youth. He smiled in a comforting way and said  he was the co-producer of the show. In a friendly tone he said “Welcome to the audition…

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POEM-‘Day at the art museum’

DAY AT THE ART MUSEUM Spent the day at the art museum on a Sunday afternoon hardly any humans we walked thru every room.  Van Gogh, Monet, Matisse up close and in the raw This place holds mystic magic The solemn and the awe. The indigo impressions are worth it, every cent $4 parking for us both and gayly off we went. Creative vibes all fused together in one consuming space Picasso, Dali, Ancient mugs atop.. a solemn face. Mauve melancholy murals and turquoise tranced T’Louise, abstracts in alignment Impressionistic muse. Miniature glass houses  and oblong figurines furniture with inlays with sculpted headboard beams. Full bedroom armoirs   small wooden carvings  inside. my brain its now exploding my sadness now has died. Wooden heads atop glass bottoms model horses made of straw Syrian old tapestries stunning reds upon the walls. Massive gold inlays framing maudlin scenes old Mayan ruin relics mixed scarcely in between Gold gorgeous gaudy Gaugins all packed within…

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FRIDAY FREE FLOW POEMS – 3 POEMS A WEEK

I recently hit a brick wall in my life (but it was a good thing because it led me to my new writing life). I guess you could call it a mini breakdown but I’ve always thought of break DOWNS as break THROUGHS  so I guess you could call these break THROUGH poems! After many years of selling my art at art shows around the country I was like the Energizer bunny who hit the wall and went…..‘SPLAT!!’ Batteries went out!! These poems explain a bit of my frustration. They just spewed out of me during my recent writing hiatus. I know they are Dr. Suess-like and similiar in tone but thats fine with me. I had fun writing them and writing helped me move on and heal.  You might be able to relate to totally burning out on something. That was my mood when I wrote these three poems. They…

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