I want a
Jitterbug Perfume
Kind of love
An absurdly erotic
Epic adventure
Where a near obsolescent god's
Saved from non-existence
With someone brave enough
To chase after me
Traversing past the void
© A. Bougie (8/24/2017 - *edited 5/21/2018)
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Love Past the Void
I want a
Jitterbug Perfume
Kind of love
An absurdly erotic
Epic adventure
Where a near obsolescent god's
Saved from non-existence
With someone brave enough
To chase after me
Traversing past the void
© A. Bougie (8/24/2017 - *edited 5/21/2018)
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Recognize Appreciate Embrace - Poem by A. Bougie on youtube
Kinetic
Bhakti
We
keep things moving
While
we
Bring
illumination
To
culmination
We
see the
Simplicity
And
recognize the beauty
We
Appreciate
the splendor
Of
breath
Of
being
And
seeing
We
embrace
Experience
And say
Namaste
Nods
To
all the Gods
Creating
The
world
In
their own image
Bringing
the dreams
From
thought
To
life
We
hold these
Truths
To
be self evident
With
each breath
We
circumvent
The
nothingness
The
emptiness
Is
filled
With
knowledge
We
build
We renovate
And
extrapolate
The
equation
Down
to
Simple
arithmetic
Down
to
The
brass tacks
Just
the
Simple
facts
Karma
acts
As
we will
Meditating
Still
Fate-ing
Rather
than
Waiting
We
climb
The
hill
We
reach
The
plateau
And
reflect
Seeing
our visions
In retrospect
Awaiting
spring
With
streams flowing
Releasing
The
knowing
We
aspire
To
take things
Higher
We
fix
Our
spiral
Into
a
Double
helix
We
elevate
As
we create
New
levels of being
New
approaches to
Self
healing
Blissfully
Reeling
Feeling
Each
moment
Honestly
Paying
close attention to
Lessons
along the path
Using
our empathy
And
forgiving wrath
We
Take
the time to laugh
Always
keeping humor
Well
staffed
We
don't allow ourselves to
Feel
trapped
We
Open
the door
And
turn on the light
We
Believe
things
To
be
Eternally
Forthright
Our
belief lights the way
Through
the dark of night
We
kindle
Our
hearts
We
keep the
Fires
burning
With
each smile and tear
We
are earning
Our
time
We
synchronize
The
rhyme
And
flow
With
the tide
Enjoying
the ride
Downplaying
our pride
Feeding
the fire
Heating
our bones
Casting
stones
We
count the cards
And
tell
The
fortune
Fated
well
During our spell
© A. Bougie (12/17/2007)
abougie.com
The world within A. Bougie - Facebook
Photo Credit: © Jean-Jacques David 2017*spell- in this poem references a duration of time, not a 'magic' spell.
© A. Bougie (12/17/2007)
abougie.com
The world within A. Bougie - Facebook
Photo Credit: © Jean-Jacques David 2017*spell- in this poem references a duration of time, not a 'magic' spell.
Friday, August 4, 2017
Eternal Spirit - Spoken Word on Youtube
Eternal
Spirit
© A. Bougie - 11/12/2006
Six
years stranded
Still falling
I stand when I can
Still trying
To turn out what
I'd planned
Ideas encouraged
Without doubt
She never failed
To believe
The possibilities
She endowed to me
Built of and by her
My body entire
She bequeathed
To me her fire
Luminous jewels
Drops of knowledge
She filled me with
Hope eternal
Composed me of
The best she was
My mother is gone
She's been in ashes
For six years long
Because of her
I am strong
I carry her spirit
on
Friday, July 28, 2017
Recognize, Appreciate, Embrace (Spoken Word on Soundcloud)
Kinetic
Bhakti
We
keep things moving
While
we
Bring
illumination
To
culmination
We
see the
Simplicity
And
recognize the beauty
We
Appreciate
the splendor
Of
breath
Of
being
And
seeing
We
embrace
Experience
And say
Namaste
Nods
To
all the Gods
Creating
The
world
In
their own image
Bringing
the dreams
From
thought
To
life
We
hold these
Truths
To
be self evident
With
each breath
We
circumvent
The
nothingness
The
emptiness
Is
filled
With
knowledge
We
build
We renovate
And
extrapolate
The
equation
Down
to
Simple
arithmetic
Down
to
The
brass tacks
Just
the
Simple
facts
Karma
acts
As
we will
Meditating
Still
Fate-ing
Rather
than
Waiting
We
climb
The
hill
We
reach
The
plateau
And
reflect
Seeing
our visions
In retrospect
Awaiting
spring
With
streams flowing
Releasing
The
knowing
We
aspire
To
take things
Higher
We
fix
Our
spiral
Into
a
Double
helix
We
elevate
As
we create
New
levels of being
New
approaches to
Self
healing
Blissfully
Reeling
Feeling
Each
moment
Honestly
Paying
close attention to
Lessons
along the path
Using
our empathy
And
forgiving wrath
We
Take
the time to laugh
Always
keeping humor
Well
staffed
We
don't allow ourselves to
Feel
trapped
We
Open
the door
And
turn on the light
We
Believe
things
To
be
Eternally
Forthright
Our
belief lights the way
Through
the dark of night
We
kindle
Our
hearts
We
keep the
Fires
burning
With
each smile and tear
We
are earning
Our
time
We
synchronize
The
rhyme
And
flow
With
the tide
Enjoying
the ride
Downplaying
our pride
Feeding
the fire
Heating
our bones
Casting
stones
We
count the cards
And
tell
The
fortune
Fated
well
During our spell
© A. Bougie (12/17/2007)
Photo Credit : Jean-Jacques David
*spell- in this poem references a duration of time, not a 'magic' spell.
Photo Credit : Jean-Jacques David
*spell- in this poem references a duration of time, not a 'magic' spell.
Wednesday, July 19, 2017
A Lady with Needs
You think it’s cool
To be cold
Oh, well FYI—
It gets kind of old
I want loving arms to enfold
That I might not feel
So alone
But I can’t rely
On anyone
Except myself now babe
Sometimes I wish
I could stop wanting
All the love I crave
Yeah,
Maybe then I’d
Be fully satisfied
With the life I’ve made
Now I
Am full to the brim
Beside myself with a thirst
For love to flow in
But your floodgates
Are rusted shut
Maybe then I’d
Be fully satisfied
With the life I’ve made
Now I
Am full to the brim
Beside myself with a thirst
For love to flow in
But your floodgates
Are rusted shut
By your nose turned up
I am eschewed
For trying
To know you
For hoping
To have substance
Lord knows
All you want
Is what you see
A cute shakin’ ass
A hot little piece
You don’t want to know
A lady that writes
A lady that reads
A lady with needs
She fully intends to feed
Hey—
Just because I
Look hot
Doesn’t mean I ought
To give it up
To someone who
Won’t give me love
Now honey—
I’ve had enough
Late night calling
All your pawing
Doesn’t ease
My longing
‘Cause what I need
Is love
And you won’t
Give it up
Just because I
Look hot
Doesn’t mean I ought
To give it up
To someone who
Won’t give me love
Now honey—
I’ve had enough
Late night calling
All your pawing
Doesn’t ease
My longing
‘Cause what I need
Is love
And you won’t
Give it up
Thursday, July 6, 2017
Losing my Mother - (Essay w/ poems: Shattered Remains & Peaceful Defeat)
I lost my mother the day before I turned seventeen. She'd had emphysema for years and had actually died and been resuscitated three times while in I.C.U. for six months when I was 12; at which time the doctors told her she'd be lucky to live a another year. She amazed them all and made it five. She was a fighter and possessed one of the strongest characters I've ever known.
Now I've been as long without her as I had with her, and still losing her is hardest thing I've ever been through, including my fathers passing from cancer last fall. He was nearly 69 (missed it by three days!) I was there with him when he died and he told me he was ready. She was 48 and I was not there, but I know she was not ready to go. She wanted to do and experience so much more and not having the breath available to be able to walk a block at the age of 40 stopped her. It hurts not having been able to say good-bye, and it hurts more to think of all she wanted and will never have, because she deserved so much better, so much more.
To this day it's difficult for me to watch people smoke cigarettes. I can't help but wish that they would never experience the outcome my mother did because of them. The eight years she lived in her 40's she was deprived of former abilities, in and out of hospitals and nursing homes, and in constant pain and agony I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. For a small example of this you can read Castle in the Clouds, a short memoir I wrote on living with my mother as her health deteriorated. It's so hard to watch people hurting themselves and not want to smack some sense into them, not violently, but with love. I want people to love themselves enough to know that they don't deserve a life like that and to be smart enough to take the proper precautions to try to avoid such possible calamity.
The two poems in this post are pieces that were written six months after losing my mother. I was a mess. I've since gotten far past this phase of grief they portray. It took time and gaining a more positive perspective. There are times it still hurts like hell and there are still days I still get hit by waves and cry my eyes out. My viewpoint has changed now though, and you can read Eternal Spirit for a taste of that outlook which is thankfully now filled with more gratitude than sorrow.
Desecrate me, my love in death
Enrapture my whole being
With scathing, clenching misery
Leave my soul floating-
Desperate and lonely to freeze
Out lost in the
Extreme limits of outer space
Stuffing down the screams
That have collected in my throat
Questions never to be answered,
Love impossible to be requited
Tears spattering
Staining my mind
I can still feel the hole in my soul
Where all my pain slipped in
Half my reason for living is gone-
Will someone please
Kindly explain
How do I piece together
My shattered remains?
(© A. Bougie 5/14/2001)
How do I be rid of my sorrows?
Time, give it time,
Time to lay them to rest
Deep in my chest
Let it seethe and breed
Ripping apart my insides
Just to make room for the pain
Simply hold me
In your forgiving arms
I'll absorb the peace of your intentions
Never will I ever be able to forget
Numb is the closest I can now come
To a carefree existence
For the arms I wish to hold me
Are now packaged ashes
Although sometimes
I can feel a presence
Surround me
My physical need
Remains
Without hope
Lacking reassurance
Shuffling slower day by day
Attempting to push through
The bars of alienation
Forced solitude in my lonely cell
Shattered bits of memories
Stabbing repetitively in my mind
While they tell me of the peace I'll find
My strength is an articulate act
A play of pointless deceit
As I stand quiet alongside
Silent witness to the pitiful process
Of my own defeat.
(© A. Bougie 5/22/2001)
I was defeated, but As the Mighty Phoenix from those ashes I rose...
Now I've been as long without her as I had with her, and still losing her is hardest thing I've ever been through, including my fathers passing from cancer last fall. He was nearly 69 (missed it by three days!) I was there with him when he died and he told me he was ready. She was 48 and I was not there, but I know she was not ready to go. She wanted to do and experience so much more and not having the breath available to be able to walk a block at the age of 40 stopped her. It hurts not having been able to say good-bye, and it hurts more to think of all she wanted and will never have, because she deserved so much better, so much more.
To this day it's difficult for me to watch people smoke cigarettes. I can't help but wish that they would never experience the outcome my mother did because of them. The eight years she lived in her 40's she was deprived of former abilities, in and out of hospitals and nursing homes, and in constant pain and agony I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. For a small example of this you can read Castle in the Clouds, a short memoir I wrote on living with my mother as her health deteriorated. It's so hard to watch people hurting themselves and not want to smack some sense into them, not violently, but with love. I want people to love themselves enough to know that they don't deserve a life like that and to be smart enough to take the proper precautions to try to avoid such possible calamity.
The two poems in this post are pieces that were written six months after losing my mother. I was a mess. I've since gotten far past this phase of grief they portray. It took time and gaining a more positive perspective. There are times it still hurts like hell and there are still days I still get hit by waves and cry my eyes out. My viewpoint has changed now though, and you can read Eternal Spirit for a taste of that outlook which is thankfully now filled with more gratitude than sorrow.
Shattered Remains
Desecrate me, my love in death
Enrapture my whole being
With scathing, clenching misery
Leave my soul floating-
Desperate and lonely to freeze
Out lost in the
Extreme limits of outer space
Stuffing down the screams
That have collected in my throat
Questions never to be answered,
Love impossible to be requited
Tears spattering
Staining my mind
I can still feel the hole in my soul
Where all my pain slipped in
Half my reason for living is gone-
Will someone please
Kindly explain
How do I piece together
My shattered remains?
(© A. Bougie 5/14/2001)
Peaceful Defeat
How do I be rid of my sorrows?
Time, give it time,
Time to lay them to rest
Deep in my chest
Let it seethe and breed
Ripping apart my insides
Just to make room for the pain
Simply hold me
In your forgiving arms
I'll absorb the peace of your intentions
Never will I ever be able to forget
Numb is the closest I can now come
To a carefree existence
For the arms I wish to hold me
Are now packaged ashes
Although sometimes
I can feel a presence
Surround me
My physical need
Remains
Without hope
Lacking reassurance
Shuffling slower day by day
Attempting to push through
The bars of alienation
Forced solitude in my lonely cell
Shattered bits of memories
Stabbing repetitively in my mind
While they tell me of the peace I'll find
My strength is an articulate act
A play of pointless deceit
As I stand quiet alongside
Silent witness to the pitiful process
Of my own defeat.
(© A. Bougie 5/22/2001)
I was defeated, but As the Mighty Phoenix from those ashes I rose...
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Intuition Echoes
Sitting
silently I observe
The sensation of feeling
Without a word
Thoughts unheard
Intuition echoes
Resonation
In my chest
Nothing less
Than knowing
And oh how I know
The proper direction
I should go
Now I am facing
No more pacing
To and fro
Onward I go
To reap the seed I sow
No fear
It's clear
And coming quicker
As the plot gets thicker
I remember
The resonating
Echoes embracing
Emulating
Event horizon
'Cause I'm risin'
To the occasion
© A. Bougie - 8/2009
The sensation of feeling
Without a word
Thoughts unheard
Intuition echoes
Resonation
In my chest
Nothing less
Than knowing
And oh how I know
The proper direction
I should go
Now I am facing
No more pacing
To and fro
Onward I go
To reap the seed I sow
No fear
It's clear
And coming quicker
As the plot gets thicker
I remember
The resonating
Echoes embracing
Emulating
Event horizon
'Cause I'm risin'
To the occasion
© A. Bougie - 8/2009
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
Monday, June 5, 2017
Portrait
Portrait of A. Bougie taken Jan 21, 2017
Photographer : Billy Pops
https://www.facebook.com/billy.pops
Monday, January 9, 2017
Auriga Spoke
Auriga
Spoke loudly
With a
Supernova voice
Insistent
On carrying the message
Through to
Complete understanding
Using the fire
Building it brighter
Blinking
Cosmic morse
Code
In ode
To thoughts
Shared in sentiment
Sound sensations from afar
Ever present
Becoming coherent
As we choose to hear it
(© A. Bougie 8/17/2015)
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Monday, August 22, 2016
Stonecutter
I still feel
Safe
With my
Love for you
In danger
Of
Your
Love
Being gone
My feelings
Continue on
Safe
With my
Love for you
In danger
Of
Your
Love
Being gone
My feelings
Continue on
Feelings drawn
From the calm
Felt within your arms
Places and times I
Knew you
Saw the beauty
Of your truth
Slip through
The wall
To fall
My heart
From the calm
Felt within your arms
Places and times I
Knew you
Saw the beauty
Of your truth
Slip through
The wall
To fall
My heart
(© A. Bougie - 8/21/2016)
Friday, July 22, 2016
Sunday, July 17, 2016
The Moment I Seize
Gone with the
Winding spirals
I must appease
My disease
The moment I seize
Please-
Oh please,
Somehow
Let it always be
Right now
Winding spirals
I must appease
My disease
The moment I seize
Please-
Oh please,
Somehow
Let it always be
Right now
(© 2004)
Friday, July 15, 2016
Sleuths of Reality (Transitioning)
The last page
Left to turn
Transitioning
With temperance
Finding grace
Myself I must face
Forward
Glancing back
To gain perspective
Learn to act
Out my dreams
Better than I'd
Imagined them
I will
Gather the strength
Endowed to me
In connection to
The powers that be
Light springs forth
Undoubtedly
With the
Sure-footed steps
Faith directs
Without question
Answers in lesson
Learned and confirmed
As truth
Each life holds
The most marvelous
Mysteries
Detected
With attention
To minuscule detail
In amazement
Of the arrangement
Individual atoms
Collect and compose
This, that and those
My head
And your clothes
So's
We
Sleuths of reality
Can pick up
And follow
Our own mystery
(7/21/2008)
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Left to turn
Transitioning
With temperance
Finding grace
Myself I must face
Forward
Glancing back
To gain perspective
Learn to act
Out my dreams
Better than I'd
Imagined them
I will
Gather the strength
Endowed to me
In connection to
The powers that be
Light springs forth
Undoubtedly
With the
Sure-footed steps
Faith directs
Without question
Answers in lesson
Learned and confirmed
As truth
Each life holds
The most marvelous
Mysteries
Detected
With attention
To minuscule detail
In amazement
Of the arrangement
Individual atoms
Collect and compose
This, that and those
My head
And your clothes
So's
We
Sleuths of reality
Can pick up
And follow
Our own mystery
(7/21/2008)
#poetry #writing #womanwriter #womenwriters #poem #poet #sleuth #transitioning #mysteries #reality #mystery #faith #temperance #grace #light #be #truth #amazement #atoms #compose #detail #americanpoetry #modernpoetry #contemporarypoet #abougie
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