Neon Jungle with Natasha Head

I had the pleasure of writing a poem recently with one of my all-time favorite poets, Natasha Head. Please check out her work if you have not.

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Filtered, on the fringe existence
We were just a phase, diluted
By the highway air

A glimpse of triumph
Before backing down

A random song delivered on the fm waves of a dying signal
The final breaths of its melody
Now imprinted on our story
As we chase pavement
Through neon jungles where we were never welcome
Beyond the fences
That failed to keep us tame

And what is tame,
But darkness,
My old friend?
Lay the exits down,
Before our pain subsides
To agony and grief

In shadows thick as syrup
Stories stretch like Christmas ribbon
Escape routes reveal themselves
Freedom beyond what hurts
We risk so much to raise our voice
Should we not risk the same to listen?

© 2015 Ben Ditmars and Natasha Head

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Dirt Road Embers

Listen to me read my found poem composed of various titles. You can find more on Story Time Friday with Rob Zimmermann here.

Red Lights

I decided to write a poem inspired by William Carlos Williams’ The Red Wheelbarrow. Natasha Head has also allowed me to use her breathtaking photograph.

Red Lights

red light contradicts
blue sky and so much
depends on makeshift branches
set in stone, and her translucence
glazed with ice.

© Ben Ditmars 2014

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Photograph courtesy of Natasha Head

Poetic Perspectives on Love

Last year I invited poets to write a few lines about love on my old blog. What is it and what does it mean? How can we unravel something so painfully elusive? This year I invited them back to reflect a year later: Helle Gade, Regina Puckett, and Poppy Ruth Silver.

But also, I invited more writers: Justin Bog, Tim Giles, Dan Leicht, Michelle FranklinNatasha Head, Chris McQueeney, Christopher G.J. Smith, Kim Stapf, Saket Suryesh, and Rob Zimmermann. Thank you all for sharing your thoughts and opening your souls.

Additional thanks to those contributing last year whose poems I have reposted: Brock Gates, Amber Norrgard, Susie ClevengerSreya Bremtin.

Last Year

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I will fight against you, for you
Because you mean more to me
than any fight can ever erase
Amber Jerome~Norrgard

Visit her blog here. ~ Find her books on Amazon.

Breathes held between
lingering sighs. Tangled thoughts
hemorrhage through loving eyes.
Regina Puckett

Visit her blog here. ~ Find her complete book of poetry on Amazon.

It is the surrender
that loses light
and yet invites
Poppy Ruth Silver

Visit her website here.

I walked into your soul
Embraced all that you were with my love
But death is a jealous lover
Now that you are gone
I’ll forgive, but never forget
Helle Gade

Visit her blog here. ~ Find her poetry on Amazon.

When hate dies, compassion begins, when a violent urge to take care and be one with another, that is a two side deal, to break free of the curse of loneliness
Brock Gates

Visit his Facebook Page here.

Love is energy
And motion over time
Transcending distance.

Love will save us
If it doesn’t kill us first.

Broken bottles
Shatter glass
Into a love letter
On the tear stained floor.
Ben Ditmars

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I.
midnight rain kisses
shower eye lashes with dew
the sweet love of you

II.
spider web wishes
tangle around thoughts of you
to hold fast my heart

III.
you spoke, i answered
together we wrote the words
that said everything
Sreya Bremtin

Visit her website here.

I came with heartbreak
and you never left my side
through sickness and health

together we stood
facing every storm trusting
faith would see us through

goodnight never saw
our heads lay upon anger
forgiveness our choice

life came with its thorns
but they couldn’t divide us
love defied all odds
Susie Clevenger

Visit her blog here. ~ Find her poetry on Amazon.

Revisited

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Undefeatable Debt

Hearts are like fragile, breakable beasts
When we yield to love’s unforgiveable feasts
We’ll partake of what it offers without any regret
Any pretend we won’t drown in its undefeatable debt
Regina Puckett

Visit her blog here. ~ Find her complete book of poetry on Amazon.

There is only the
softness of your heartbeat, merged
eternally, here
– Poppy Silver

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Careful Motion

years have taught me to be careful
with finesse and tenderness
but rules are made of fragments
to be broken down as motion
shatters obstacles –
we groove on the same
wavelength.
Ben Ditmars

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Love’s Light

I’ll keep that light
Always in my sight
So I’ll never be lost
In the chaos again
Helle Gade

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This Year

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Love Is…
A steady gaze, calm,
Prescient worlds, universes;
Celestial bangs
Justin Bog

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I was thinking though and I can’t accurately describe love right now just because of where I am. I hope to have an answer one day, but for now the very thing eludes me and is drenched in a kind of monochrome nostalgia with hues of yellow.
Timothy Giles

The sloom of sense,
the first confusion of limerance,
the equal joy of redemancy:
affection unbound
Michelle Franklin

Visit here website here.

A Lovely Way To Share

The feel of a new book, knowing you have a new escape
Finding a new show to watch on Netflix, learning there’s two seasons
Meeting someone for the first time, finding out they actually like your jokes
Waking up to a Saturday morning, sitting down to write right away
Seeing that same person again who liked your jokes, laughing together again
Love is many things, our interests, escapes, but it’s also the feeling of never being alone
It’s the feeling of finding those things that make us feel closer to others.
Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L)

Visit his website here. ~ Follow him on Twitter. ~ Find more books here.

In love, we are, at best…inadequate.
We have mastered infatuation
Manipulation, copulation and lies.
We have embraced jealousy, envy and resentment.
Love is free
From all these things.
I’m not saying we’re not learning.
I’m not giving up Hope.
I try to love every day,
Without prejudice
Without condition.
In this I know,
Until I defeat selfishness & self-hate
The heart I have to offer
Is nothing more than illusion
The “love”
A dictionary definition.
Natasha Head

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Wall punch your way

A friend asked me today
What love meant to me
And what I had to say
About it
I drew a blank
And I have to thank you
For getting out of it-
What does love mean to me
Is it the thing that has
Caused me countless
Hours of misery
Heart ache and pain
Eyes dribbling
Wall punch your way
Through another day of love
Or is it the other
Chest constricting
Heart melting through your
Fingertips kind of way
Love is like an IV drip
Keeping me alive another day
I like to think the latter
At least that is what keeps me
Coming back for more
– Chris McQueeney

Visit his blog here.

A beautiful woman approached a man and asked him for a light, he picked up his lighter and lit her cigarette. He never spoke, she stood watching him and walked away. For most of the night he could she her watching him but not once did he show any interest. The bar closed and he walked through the dark streets before a woman’s voice asked him to stop. “Do you not think I’m beautiful?” she asked. “Yes” he replied. “Would you like to spend the night?” she asked him, but he shook his head. “You are the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen, but it cannot be” he said. “Then tell me why?” she questioned. He answered, “Someone waits at home for me, she makes me laugh but also makes me cry, she helps me but can make the bitter of arguments, she has gone through so much with me and to me she is the most beautiful woman that will always shine through my eyes”. The woman kissed the man on the cheek, but as she turned to walk away said; “You are both blessed to know true love, I wish I could find love like that”.
 Christopher G.J. Smith

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To be in love
Soaring high
Passion burning from within
Raging for release
Kim Stapf

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Love speaks in whispers
Holding shoulder, looking into eyes,
And when cries in longing
Pierces through the mellowed
Breast of the skies.
It arrives unannounced
On tip-toe, like a gentle breeze
Through lonely nights,
And when leaving
Slams the door so hard
That a thunder roars
With the feral vengeance of death,
Which reverberates through the soul.
Love, when it meets you
Nourishes the soul,
And in awkward shyness smiles.
It keeps you up long nights
Writing reams and running longest miles.
Saket Suryesh

Find his poetry on Amazon.

What Love Is?

Do you know what love is?
Can you define thousands
of emotions in the four letters?

I cannot. But I try.

Isn’t that love, in the end?
Realizing you’ve found her,
knowing no words are worthy.
Rob Zimmermann

Visit his blog here.

Book Review: Birthing Inadequacy by Natasha Head

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Birthing Inadequacy

by Natasha Head

5/5 stars

Natasha Head is one of my favorite poets: she has a remarkable way of seeing the world and pushing her craft further. And yet she is able to impart wisdom and truth without being pretentious. Her poetry covers issues such as bullying and rape culture, making them personal and real in ways editorials cannot. She relates stories from her youth, one about a stolen bicycle, to the inadequacy consuming our adult lives. The sections, divided into Conception, First Trimester, Second Trimester, Third Trimester, and Afterbirth, have strong themes of love and perseverance throughout. Birthing Inadequacy is an instant classic for me and I have read it twice already. Natasha dares saying what needs to be said and I respect her immensely for it. Perhaps her own words in “At My Alter” best describe the depth of her insight and understanding:

“My mind has been designed to think far too much
Overpowering the strength of the heart
Where the fire of belief is ignited”

Dream List of Books

There are a lot of books I want to buy. Unfortunately, some are not yet available, and others cost money. I’ve read as much as the Amazon sample allows for most, but decided it would be good to have a dream list of books.

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Between Worlds by Jacqueline E. Smith

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Birthing Inadequacy by Natasha Head

Broken Places by Rachel Thompson

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The Complete History of Middle Earth by Christopher Tolkien

dashdesire

A Dash of Desire by Charity Parkerson

enlightened

Enlightened by Regina Puckett

FantasticBeasts

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by J.K. Rowling

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Hark-A Christmas Collection by Justin Bog

The Funny Adventures of Little Nani: Book 2

Midnight Chimera by Helle Gade

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Quidditch Through the Ages by J.K. Rowling

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Realm of Blood and Fire by Dionne Lister

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Sexy Witches by Charity Parkerson

singsong

Sing Song Stories by Agnes Crozier Hebertson

Facebook Quotes

“Like the fool I am and I’ll always be
I’ve got a dream, I’ve got a dream”
Jim Croce

“We are all different. Not less, just different.”

Eli Rosenberg

“”Maybe it’s the choices we make? We all start from the same grain but choose different paths? I’ve always thought most of us are only a handful of key decisions from a much different life.”

Ashley Williams

“”We are world changers, Poet…even if it’s just our own…one little realm of reality at a time…you’re proof enough to me that there are still “good” people out there…now…we just need to build Poetopia and gather us all together”

Natasha Head

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Amanda

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Danielle

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Robert

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Kelcee

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Megan

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Whitney

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Philo

“I’ve been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you’re gold when you’re a kid, like green. When you’re a kid everything’s new, dawn. It’s just when you get used to everything that it’s day.”
S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

“Parting your soup is not a miracle Bruce, it’s a magic trick. A single mom who’s working two jobs, and still finds time to take her son to soccer practice, that’s a miracle. A teenager who says “no” to drugs and “yes” to an education, that’s a miracle. People want me to do everything for them. What they don’t realize is *they* have the power. You want to see a miracle, son? Be the miracle.”

God, Bruce Almighty

“Nothin’ wrong with rollin’ up your sleeves, son. People underestimate
the benefits of good ‘ol manual labor. There’s freedom in it. Happiest people in the world stink like hell at the end of the day.”

God, Bruce Almighty

Doctor: You know, since we’re talking with mouths, not really an opportunity that comes along very often, I just want to say, you know, you have never been very reliable.
Idris: And you have?
Doctor: You didn’t always take me where I wanted to go.
Idris: No, but I always took you where you needed to go.

Idris: It’s sad when it’s over. I’ll always be here. But this is when we talked. And now, even that has come to an end. There’s something I didn’t get to say to you.
Doctor: Goodbye.
Idris: No. I just wanted to say… hello. Hello, Doctor. It’s so very, very nice to meet you.

“My Mama always told me that miracles happen every day. Some people don’t think so, but they do.”

Forrest Gump

“Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t.”

Forrest Gump

“Mama always said, God is mysterious.”

Forrest Gump

“You know it’s funny what a young man recollects?”

Forrest Gump

“And that’s what I did. I ran clear across Alabama.”

Forrest Gump

“I would change myself if I could; I’d walk with my people if I could find them”

Third Eye Blind

“As for you, my galvanized friend – you want a heart! You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.”

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“And remember a heart is not judged by how much you love but by how much you are loved by others”

― The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

“So much of me is made of what I learned from you”

Elphie, Wicked

“How’s this for a band camp story?”

Jim, American Pie 2

“I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.”

Captain Jack Sparrow

“The world’s still the same. There’s just less in it.”

Captain Jack Sparrow

“Now… bring me that horizon.”

Captain Jack Sparrow

“I don’t want to see a world without Augustus Waters in it.”

Isaac, The Fault in Our Stars

“I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.”

Hazel Grace, The Fault in Our Stars

“Her hands were still her hands, still warm, and her nails were painted this dark blue black color, and… I just held them.”

Augustus Waters, The Fault in Our Stars

“Many that live deserve death, some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them Frodo Baggins? Do not be so eager to deal out death and judgement. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.”

Gandalf the Grey

“Here at last on the shores of the sea comes the end of our fellowship. I will not say ‘do not weep’ for not all tears are an evil”

Gandalf the White

“Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love.”

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

“Voldemort himself created his worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress? All of them realize that, one day, amongst their many victims, there is sure to be one who rises against them and strikes back!”

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

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