love.

Happy Valentine's Day friends! 

Thought I'd share my favorite love poem in honor of this day :)

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Cheers!!

<3 Noonie 

A Letter from Bukowski

If you're a regular here on BSOM you'd know that I'm a huge Charles Bukowski fan. I have in the past shared a couple of my favorite poems of his which can be found here + here. Today I wanted to share another piece Bukowski wrote that I thoroughly enjoy.

Until next time friends...Cheers!

<3 Noonie

P.S. I'd love to know...

Whose your favorite poet? + 

What's your favorite poem by them?

Comment below :)

Spoken Word Poetry

"LeFou, I'm afraid I've been thinking, A dangerous pastime I know!"

- Gaston, Beauty and the Beast

While the quote is a silly childhood memory, the meaning behind it rings true.

We live in a world of our own making.
One in which we create everything, the earth, the air, the sun, the sky... This world is unique and different for each of us, yet we never recognize these differences.
We fight, we bicker, we laugh, we cry.
We find others who are like us, call them Democrats, call them Republicans.
We group, we coup, we charge on.

What is this world we live in?
Is it real, or is it a falsity of our imagination?
Do you really want to know the answer, or are we always seeking more.
Why not accept what is our fate, a destiny spent within our own minds.
A world in which we seek answers, and draw conclusions.
A world that is perfect in all its imperfections.
Why must we always question it, rather than enjoy being in the moment?

Thinking is dangerous.
It persuades us to escape from reality into our own perfect universe.
I can spend hours with myself, thinking, imagining, wishing, longing, dreaming.
Who is to say this world is not as real as the one outside my imagination?
I live just as much as a being within myself, as I do amongst the populous.

Today, I have been listening to spoken poetry and think I've fallen in love.
I began listening to Sarah Kay a few months back and again today.
I am in awe of how beautiful her words are, and the stories she shares.
I wonder if I am able to do the same, or if I am destined to be another amongst the crowd.
I want to know this beauty that she holds, this ability to make words come to life.



If interested, please watch her spoken word poetry below.
I promise you won't be disappointed.
http://www.kaysarahsera.com/

"Laugh"

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A few months back I wrote about one of my favorite poets, Charles Bukowski. Like I said in my previous post he's definitely a darker character, but like I say life ain't all about rainbows + unicorns, so bring it on. Wanted to share another one of my favorite poems of his, which can be found in his book "Dangling in the Tournefortia".

best was the time we were driving along after not seeing
each other for some time.
you had asked to see me, you wanted to be driven somewhere.
your car had been stolen. no, it wasn't that: it was the
carburetor or you needed a tune-up. anyhow, we drove along
and stopped at a signal on Los Feliz, and your hair was
all combed out and you said, "I'm with Paul now."
I laughed. I hadn't laughed that well for months, in years.
then I checked myself: was it a purposeful laugh to annoy
you? or was it just relief?
so I checked inside and found it hadn't been defensive:
it just felt good to clean everything up. so
we ran your errand and went someplace to eat, and I suggested
that the pre-meal drink be to Paul who had no idea of what
was coming to him, and you said that he had no idea of
what you were getting away from, so we
drank to that. then we had another drink with no toast.
I always liked your hair combed out like that and you always
knew just were to put the ribbon.

meeting is more exciting than parting but parting is
important if you want to stay alive in a certain way.
never again will I see all of your beauty sleeping, wide-
legged, immune to me: we've all been cheated.

Good stuff.

Until next time friends....Cheers!!

<3 Noonie

"We Evolve"

He's kind of a darker character, Bukowski that is, Charles Bukowski. But there's no denying his poetic talent. If you haven't read 'im I suggest you do so. I wanted to share one of my favorite poems of his, just to give ya a taste. This poem can be found in his book "Dangling in the Tournefortia".

at first it seems like fucking is the big thing,

then after that-social consciousness,

then intellectual accomplishment,

and then after that

some fall into religion

others into the arts.

after that begins the gathering of money

and after the gathering of money

the stage where we pretend that

money doesn't matter.

then it's health and hobbies,

travel, and finally just sitting around

thinking vaguely of vague things,

rooting in gardens

hating flies, noise, bad weather, snails,

rudeness, the unexpected, new neighbors,

old friends, drunks, smoking, fucking,

singing, dancing, upstarts,

the postman and weeds.

it gives one the fidgets: waiting on

death.

I warned ya.