Poet, artist, photographer, foodie, clothing designer, architectural student- Thinker, dreamer, dancer, and muse... "You'll never know just what you'll find if you don't take the time to open your mind!"
Tuesday, July 23, 2019
Fleeting Beauty
When the sun peaks
On the horizon
At the angle
That leaves clouds golden
Fuscha and orange
For a moment
My attention is beholden
Held gracefully
Graciously
By the beauty
Fleeting into dusk
© Amber Morgaine Bougie 5/29/2019
Friday, March 1, 2019
Shine Bright (Broadside)
The coincidence
Control center
Is working overtime
So stay in line
Your time is coming
To hit the ground running
Accelerate into motion
Thoughts that will
Collide
And coincide
Increasing cognizance
In our daily lives
Intriguing finds
Great minds
Think alike
Know when things
Turn out right
Working to make
The light
Shine-
And shine bright
Control center
Is working overtime
So stay in line
Your time is coming
To hit the ground running
Accelerate into motion
Thoughts that will
Collide
And coincide
Increasing cognizance
In our daily lives
Intriguing finds
Great minds
Think alike
Know when things
Turn out right
Working to make
The light
Shine-
And shine bright
© Amber Morgaine Bougie - 4/6/2008
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Saturday, January 26, 2019
Winning Smile
Excited, exhausted
Twitter pated and tenuously hopeful
With nervous overtones
I turned onto Turia
Recognizing a terrace
I had only seen in pictures
From your perspective
Inside
Looking out
Now glimpsed
From outside
Looking up
Double parked
Hazards blinking
Fearful of letting
My heart do the thinking
Though not enough
To stop the music
Felt from afar
Leading me
For the first time
Into your arms
Incapable of controlling
The smile that widened
When your door opened
To invite me in
Gratefully recalling
A smile which always
Comes back again
Comes back again
Remembering
That moment when
We both let love win
© Amber Morgaine Bougie 1/26/2019
Friday, October 26, 2018
Love Light
Venus beams it's love alone
Watching from across the sky
As the Moon does a half step
Promenading with Jupiter
This evening it suits her
To explore the night
Lead by naught
Save her own light
© A. Bougie (7/20/2018)
Labels:
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Friday, July 27, 2018
(FUCK) Heroin (I miss my family and friends)
With a tourniquet
And a needles' prick
Attempting to soothe
A certain nervous tic
That both loved and hated
Warm familiar rush
Creates its' false sense of ease
Bringing him home again one last time
Following the nod
He'll say goodnight
Sleep away and die in a dream
Upon the morrow
Your mourning he’ll borrow
© A. Bougie 2002 - Edited 7/27/2018
Thursday, April 5, 2018
Being In Tune Now
Dancing
Lifted by the divine wind
Gratefully given
Through the music of the spheres
Fully engulfed
Within a tense
Holding such presence
For seconds
Time seems to play tricks
Appearing in elastic motion
As I bathe in the ocean
Of boundless energy
Provided to me
When I choose to awaken
And allow
Myself to fall away
Being
In tune now
© A. Bougie (3/25/2018)
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Sunday, February 25, 2018
Contemporary Confusion (Spoken Word on Soundcloud)
Contemporary confusion
The standard of illusion
It's something like cold fusion
And midway to denial
All we choose to defile
Meanwhile-
Reconcile
Hurry, there's not much left
Worthwhile
Happiness
Have a free trial-
Smile
What is this?
Synthesis
How could I miss-
Bliss?
In breathing
And being-
Not looking
But seeing-
In this life
We create strife,
And our thoughts are self fulfilling
So think of all you're willing
© A. Bougie (4/27/2002)
Labels:
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Sunday, February 4, 2018
Kinetics (Spoken Word on Soundcloud)
Let's get this ball rolling
Now
just like I said before
I'll
be
Feeding
on the motion
I'll
be
Buzz-Buzz-Zooming
'Cause
I can't stop moving
I'm
running on kinetics
A
welcomed return
From
my lymphatic sojourn
Amping
towards emphatic
Hell
I'm damn near ecstatic
I
passed through all the static
Focusing
my aim
Getting
a clear view
Of
what I need to do
No
more holding my breath
'Till
I nearly turn blue
That
stuff just isn't cool
I'm
done and tired of
Being someone’s damn fool
Being someone’s damn fool
© A. Bougie 12/3/2007
Monday, December 25, 2017
Please Take Flight
God
Please
Let me grow
Help me to know
Everything I need
In order to succeed
These otherworldly plans
I’ve made
To engage fully
My mind
Make proper use
Of time
Taking steps
On the road
The only one for me
Clearly I can see
Everything coming along
At a faster relative pace
Working toward this place
Of dreams and learning
Meditation and growth
Joy and peace
I will not release
My motivation
Or belief
Something this way comes
To some it numbs
All reason
Others awaken
Spirits formerly dormant
Opening eyes
As they realize
A full picture colored
Created
With intentions
With ideas and inventions
Kaleidoscopically
In tune with what we see
Arrays of displays
Distractions endeared
Imbibing as we feared
Our future failures
Into becoming
A reason not to try something
Please
Let me grow
Help me to know
Everything I need
In order to succeed
These otherworldly plans
I’ve made
To engage fully
My mind
Make proper use
Of time
Taking steps
On the road
The only one for me
Clearly I can see
Everything coming along
At a faster relative pace
Working toward this place
Of dreams and learning
Meditation and growth
Joy and peace
I will not release
My motivation
Or belief
Something this way comes
To some it numbs
All reason
Others awaken
Spirits formerly dormant
Opening eyes
As they realize
A full picture colored
Created
With intentions
With ideas and inventions
Kaleidoscopically
In tune with what we see
Arrays of displays
Distractions endeared
Imbibing as we feared
Our future failures
Into becoming
A reason not to try something
God
Please
Give me strength
To move away from the brink
Of desperation
Allow that I find
Sublime elation
Through my deeds
Solace in my self
Courage to uphold
My convictions
Grant me
Serenity
Humble wisdom
Based in light
As I learn
To make dreams
Take flight
© A. Bougie (9/3/2009)
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Wednesday, December 20, 2017
I Want...
I want to
cook a homemade meal and rub each other's feet. I want to spend at least 5 minutes a day
where we talk about why we feel so beat or what made today neat. I want
you to ask me… Anything. I want to feel as though there’s nothing about me you
couldn’t accept or weren’t curious to know and that you see my mind as a bottomless
hole where you’re not afraid to go. I want to exist knowing there are arms that
long to hold me until I am no longer lonely. I want raw passion, kisses, sweaty
thrusts and nibbles. I want all that I am willing to give. I refuse to succumb
to a petty guise, like Eartha Kitt for love I won’t compromise. I refuse to
concede this need.
© A. Bougie 12/20/2017
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Saturday, December 2, 2017
A Calm Moment
Standing
Still amongst the onrushingCold winds blowing around me
The mist of my breath is taken
Lost in the night time
As my eyes are drawn upward
To the light of the full moon rising
Finding a calm moment
With a clear mind
I hear fallen leaves crisp
Wafting in evening autumn air
Chilled, howling and brisk
© A. Bougie (12/2/2017)
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#wordporn
Monday, November 27, 2017
Dreaming… (So Many Things)
I stopped
To watch
You sleep
As the sun rose
Up high
Rays of light
Permeate
The sky
Still a mystery- I
Don't know why
You remain
With your eyes closed
Rather than
Bathe yourself
In the warm light
Of love beaming
To watch
You sleep
As the sun rose
Up high
Rays of light
Permeate
The sky
Still a mystery- I
Don't know why
You remain
With your eyes closed
Rather than
Bathe yourself
In the warm light
Of love beaming
I hold hope
And so many things
Out of my control
So much light
I hope to
Take up flight
Off into the sun
This battle is one
I will not forget
You say there is
No more
I find
You still
Loving
The life that you will
Fill
With memories
Of graces
Filled
With time
Flowing
Out with the tide
This morning comes
Without asking
Like an
Unexpected guest
Wrapped
Wreathed
I pray
I breathe
I believe
So many things
I can't control
So many things
I try to hold
And be held
To feel whole
So fully empty
Cresting the brim
Filling more
Than should fit in
We learn
There can be no end
To what never did begin
So thus
This emptiness is filled
As light willed
The day into being
Still sleeping
You're not seeing
Your halo
Wrung around
Holding sound
Vibrations unbroken
Beneath the waves
Between the stars
Dreams,
Dreams with you
Breathing,
Breathing me in
An aroma
Indiscreet
Yet undisputed
Sanctity
Still with me
Still with me
These dreams
Of a fool
Tottering
Upon a broken stool
This precipice
This tower
This hour
Holds me in
Allows me to be
Forgiven
Though you
Won't let me in
Your chambers
Are locked
You've closed
The blinds
This love I find
Alone
Longing for a lift
Not just a
Fly by
In the night
Still with me
These dreams
Of a fool
Tottering
Upon a broken stool
This precipice
This tower
This hour
Holds me in
Allows me to be
Forgiven
Though you
Won't let me in
Your chambers
Are locked
You've closed
The blinds
This love I find
Alone
Longing for a lift
Not just a
Fly by
In the night
I dreamt
To see
To be
Within your light
The same light
You see
But fight
Fearing
The searing
Rays
Flowing in
Unimpeded
As the love
To see
To be
Within your light
The same light
You see
But fight
Fearing
The searing
Rays
Flowing in
Unimpeded
As the love
I gather
With it I
Suds up
And lather
Washing myself
Clean
Suds up
And lather
Washing myself
Clean
I hold
The dream
I hold
The light
You hold
Your heart hidden away
Still sleeping
I wonder
What you're dreaming
I do
The dream
I hold
The light
You hold
Your heart hidden away
Still sleeping
I wonder
What you're dreaming
I do
So divine
Is this time
Worth wishing
Worth waiting
On wings beating
Back the clouds
Bringing that feeling
Back around
Into circulation
Such connotation
Currently corralled
I remain proud
To be alive
Is this time
Worth wishing
Worth waiting
On wings beating
Back the clouds
Bringing that feeling
Back around
Into circulation
Such connotation
Currently corralled
I remain proud
To be alive
© A. Bougie (8/3/2008)
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Sunday, November 12, 2017
Colors (My Mother Was)
Purple, yellow-green and blue
(So funny these are now my favorite)
Colors
My mother was
When wheeled from a chamber
In the funeral parlor
This was the day
That I had dreadded
Not the birthday I'd expected
Seventeen
Like a fairy tale curse
Or a bad dream
Her body was
Lifeless and cold
Her dead eyes were closed
I kissed her cheek
Cut a lock of her hair
And learned
The true meaning of despair
© A. Bougie (original written December 2000 -edited- 11/12/2017)
Hard to believe it's now been 17 years since the day that inspired this. Still miss my Mom as much as ever.
(So funny these are now my favorite)
Colors
My mother was
When wheeled from a chamber
In the funeral parlor
This was the day
That I had dreadded
Not the birthday I'd expected
Seventeen
Like a fairy tale curse
Or a bad dream
Her body was
Lifeless and cold
Her dead eyes were closed
I kissed her cheek
Cut a lock of her hair
And learned
The true meaning of despair
© A. Bougie (original written December 2000 -edited- 11/12/2017)
Hard to believe it's now been 17 years since the day that inspired this. Still miss my Mom as much as ever.
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Thursday, November 2, 2017
7-11 (To Love You All the Same)
On your birthday
I wanted
To wish you well
To tell
You that I
May have been hurt
But honey I've learnt
To love
Your endearing words
When full
Of well
Meaning intent
Of well
Meaning intent
To take
Your searing words
When void
Of well
Meaning intent
In with
Understanding
Your searing words
When void
Of well
Meaning intent
In with
Understanding
The fears
The anger
All the love and pain
The anger
All the love and pain
From whence they came
And to love you
All the same
All the same
But you see
I
Was afraid
It was not
The right time
I
Was afraid
It was not
The right time
To try
As though
As though
One could actually
Find a right time
To try
As though
This love could ever be
All that easy
Find a right time
To try
As though
This love could ever be
All that easy
To express fully
While there
May still be
So much left to say
Being shushed away
While there
May still be
So much left to say
Being shushed away
Out of convenience
We store
The refuse
In darkened shelves
Below the heart
Stacked
Provisions
Precariously
Positioned
Pernicious presumptions practiced
Precedent
Principles
Pronouncing
Solar plexus shrieks scathing
Entrenched anxieties encountering
Agitations resurgent
Compelling one to
Reliably
Refuse
Relations
Running roads restless
Reacting
Rancorously
Refracting
Intentions, ineptly intolerant
Yellow
Untenable
Ideals
Easily
Ousting
Affections
Yearning
Stacked
Below the heart
In darkened shelves
The refuse
We store
Out of convenience
To organize the (nearly) intangible
Ideas that inspire our dreams
We build compartments
To carry on
To say so long
To what can
And cannot come with us
As we follow the winds
Breathing in the direction
Of the oncoming air
Pronouncing
Solar plexus shrieks scathing
Entrenched anxieties encountering
Agitations resurgent
Compelling one to
Reliably
Refuse
Relations
Running roads restless
Reacting
Rancorously
Refracting
Intentions, ineptly intolerant
Yellow
Untenable
Ideals
Easily
Ousting
Affections
Yearning
Stacked
Below the heart
In darkened shelves
The refuse
We store
Out of convenience
To organize the (nearly) intangible
Ideas that inspire our dreams
We build compartments
To carry on
To say so long
To what can
And cannot come with us
As we follow the winds
Breathing in the direction
Of the oncoming air
Blowing
Out the candles
As you make a wish
On your birthday
And you resolve
In the new year
To make advances
To organize the (nearly) intangible
Ideas that inspire our dreams
As though
One could actually
Find a right time
To try
As though
This dream could ever be
All that easy
To live fully
While afraid
To try
To find the right time
It will always
Be waiting
To be seen
Out the candles
As you make a wish
On your birthday
And you resolve
In the new year
To make advances
To organize the (nearly) intangible
Ideas that inspire our dreams
As though
One could actually
Find a right time
To try
As though
This dream could ever be
All that easy
To live fully
While afraid
To try
To find the right time
It will always
Be waiting
To be seen
Finding courage
In compassion
In compassion
Trying not to ration
Servings of love
Espoused
Even withstanding despair
Dreams demand endurance
Determination and unrelenting reverence
No bounty is promised
From the present
A guarantee cannot be made
But the yearning can be stayed
Servings of love
Espoused
Even withstanding despair
Dreams demand endurance
Determination and unrelenting reverence
No bounty is promised
From the present
A guarantee cannot be made
But the yearning can be stayed
I want
And I’m wanting
To wish you well
To tell
You that I
Am afraid
I have been hurt
But honey I’ve learnt
To love
With wild abandon
Without compunction
As a reason to function
Regardless of a
Return
To let my passions
Burn
Understanding
The fears
The anger
All the love and pain
And I’m wanting
To wish you well
To tell
You that I
Am afraid
I have been hurt
But honey I’ve learnt
To love
With wild abandon
Without compunction
As a reason to function
Regardless of a
Return
To let my passions
Burn
Understanding
The fears
The anger
All the love and pain
From whence they came
And to love you
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Saturday, October 21, 2017
Careful how you ask for things... (Fable)
Blustering in through an open window beside her, the wind brought a chill to the back of her neck. Leaning over to close the window she remarked "Boy it's getting chilly out these days." to the dog warming her feet. Looking back she could remember it was only a month ago she'd been in that field with the air so still and the hot afternoon sun blazing down on her. Then she had been asking the universe to please send her a cooling breeze. "Took you long enough!" She thought to the universe. "Guess I should have been more specific on when I wanted the wind with my request that day, huh?"
© A. Bougie 10/19/2017
Written from a writing prompt on the element AIR presented by the lovely and talented writer Victoria Erickson.
© A. Bougie 10/19/2017
Written from a writing prompt on the element AIR presented by the lovely and talented writer Victoria Erickson.
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