Viola Dawn

Viola Dawn

@ViolaDawnAuthor

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I write the stuff I fancy reading. From lovey dovey to spooky, silly, sensual, dark. Poet. Novelist. Sometimes I use bad words.

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Joined on November 22, 2011
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Sometimes I feel like everyone and everything is conspiring against me to stop me from writing as they don’t want me to be successful. Then I remember, “nah...it’s just a busy couple of days, you’re the one who is afraid of your success.”

A good Catholic girl Learns to wrangle guilt Like a fire breathing bull Outside holy chapel Stained glass Stern looks Sighs and sighs “Oh dear What’ll I do? You lasso shame Like a demon Sent right to you” #vsspoem https://t.co/C5x8rdL48T

I’ve been told to eat like a lady. My father had a word with my husband about how I need to work on my table manners, how he’s sorry he didn’t raise me right. Wait...wait no he didn’t apologise, just gave me the potential for deipnophobia. A potential I never realised. #vss365 https://t.co/mK7MKIDhHF

When music offers a temporary tease of happiness. Then flies away to echoes of boredom. The sunshine is all the same. You’re losing the war against settling dust. But hunger stays. ....because it’s lunch time. ....and cleaning is so fucking boring.

Admitting to it connoted failure. A feeling I couldn’t easily shake. You’re supposed to fight. You’re supposed to endure. In every situation. You remain stable against the tide. But I wasn’t. And the real me died inside the shell they preferred. #BraveWrite

Traipsing thru a reverie The lane for our soles Barefoot connection Treading friendly roads Till wrong turns The ones we had to make To get here We’re sore But well travelled Woodland, meadow Beach and hill To the land of memory With time to kill #vsspoem

Anfractuous jelly bends, wanting to rise. But the weight of death pulls it down. It doesn’t belong here. Paper humanity cuts sting. My spirit won’t quite dissolve in salt water. My body chokes me slowly like vines. Sleepy and sad. #vss365

Narrate my inner monologue We’re not in synch You’ll find me senseless Soft and sensitive Faint on the floor Layers of loss Filtering out all else Words fade In dated dictionaries Of bygone meanings And what ifs Silent behind Chipped, toxic paint Of an empty house #vsspoem

Agendas swirl around me. People who want to be acknowledged as people. People who want to justify bigotry. People who use people who want to be acknowledged as people as a way to justify bigotry. Love is simple, healthy and rich. Hate is toxic, complex and cheap. #BraveWrite

The colporteur, with his soap and water face, hands me a pamphlet. His voice reminds me of relatives and he knows my hometown. But I won’t subscribe to his cult. I won’t smile & swoon for his deity. I clutch my rotting roots & walk away, unsmiling, unmoved. #vss365

The face of my writing buddy... https://t.co/JLzzO54OiR

The face of my writing buddy... https://t.co/JLzzO54OiR

Somebody bought one of my books. I can finally afford the medieval style library with roaring fireplace and that loyal, well trained wolfhound I’ve been meaning to have in my life. https://t.co/5BI5HIc9hk

He placed a crown on my head, anointed me. Father worked hard to raise our status. My heart ached for the man whose kisses felt like home. My husband king had mistresses aplenty. But if I glanced at my love, my family would lose everything. I was a queen of sorrow. #LilLuvStory

Even when the golden crown Dawns every morn I know All my sorrows won’t drown These bottles of gin I can’t put down Forever I wait tho you won’t return To this hapless drunk clown #LilLuvStory

They absquatulated from a place that held only a promise of being recruited to fight in petty wars between spoiled princes, squabbling for territory. If they buggered off quickly enough, the rulers wouldn’t notice any missing cannon fodder. #vss365

Quoted @ReadMeSpeakMe

#ReadMeSpeakMe No.113 ☆ 20th September 2020 ☆ This week we are reading ‘Time’ by Ken Downing @kendown Please include the #ReadMeSpeakMe hashtag in your tweet and announce the poem title and author in your recording. DM @ReadMeSpeakMe for the text version. https://t.co/wjXTwCJLWG

☆ #ReadMeSpeakMe No.113 ☆ 20th September 2020 ☆ 

This week we are reading ‘Time’ by Ken Downing @kendown
 
Please include the #ReadMeSpeakMe hashtag in your tweet and announce the poem title and author in your recording. DM @ReadMeSpeakMe for the text version. https://t.co/wjXTwCJLWG

This week’s @ReadMeSpeakMe is brought to us by @kendown “Time” and what a profound piece it is. I can’t wait to listen & to have a go at reading it #ReadMeSpeakMe #SpokenWord 👏👏 🕰 https://t.co/KPkYQOG6Xm

I can now say it... officially. My name is Benjamin W. Bass and I am the Author of the Military Writers Society of America Gold Medal Award Winning book, Alone In The Light. https://t.co/S94b9LgaMk

Dogs don’t care
About my butt
Being bare
I’ll tell you what
He does stare
Wonderingly
Hoping soon
He’ll get his tea 
I cannot be
Naked in privacy
It’s a long lost luxury 
As he says to me...
“Put on your fur 
And fill my bowl
You look weird” 

#vsspoem https://t.co/oSM5SRi1uN

Dogs don’t care About my butt Being bare I’ll tell you what He does stare Wonderingly Hoping soon He’ll get his tea I cannot be Naked in privacy It’s a long lost luxury As he says to me... “Put on your fur And fill my bowl You look weird” #vsspoem https://t.co/oSM5SRi1uN

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