Thread for Sassy's poems

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

1979 (11 years old)

13 years old.....yeah (exactly)! Ha!!!


GREAT POEM SASSY!!!......the imagination does wonders the way you left it. HA!!!


Tyr, you are SPOT on about moods in poetry or music (say the Blues) but I've found that a GOOD mood is needed for illustrating or sculpting.

Great artistry you presented there my friend --you or your son???
Two of my brothers great sculptors and artists. Neither one can write poetry--they marvel at my gift while I marvel far more at theirs!!!!

[SassyLady]

So much talented people on this board!!

Love the cougar!!!

[red state]

Great artistry you presented there my friend --you or your son???
Two of my brothers great sculptors and artists. Neither one can write poetry--they marvel at my gift while I marvel far more at theirs!!!!

Me....although my son is a heck of a better shot than I (now that I'm practically going blind) he is not the most artistic of sorts. My Meg, however is. She is the one that got the full scholarship but also placed well in art.

Again...THANKS!

[SassyLady]

Politically Correct Insanity


Domestic terrorism = workplace violence
Illegal alien = undocumented immigrant
Criminal = behaviorally challenged
Perverted = sexually dysfunctional
Anchor babies = American born children of undocumented immigrants
Dead = living impaired

You’re offended; they’re offended; everyone seems to be offended
By the merest inflection; attacked from every direction; insisting upon immediate correction.

Politically correct in this day and age seems to be all the rage; impossible to be on the same page
Every minute of every day, vigilantly watching what we say; giving an impromptu speech, nay.

PC police use shame to force people to talk the same and someone to blame
For the polarity of our culture. They lurk like vultures waiting to strip away truth - not to nurture.

This communal tyranny restricts expression and verbal engineering has become an obsession; paving the way to repression.
People who turn into sheep and insist on words that creep into our lives make me weep.

PC mentality quickly becomes social brutality and creates imitations of reality.
Politically correct words will only teach fanatics how to preach there’s no right to free speech.

Time to speak out, yell and shout, because without a doubt
Politically correct aggression, without question, will kill individual expression.


SassyLady
09/13/15

[SassyLady]

Get Out, Go Away!!!



Did you not think I would weep,
When I heard you sigh and say,
I just can't love you that way?


Your words, razor sharp, cut deep.
Only pride kept my tears at bay.
You were a complete ass today.


You made promises you won't keep.
Said you would never stray,
And would kiss me every day.


I'm hurt, heartsick and can't eat,
The world is dark and gray.
My trust you did betray.


Now that I know you're a creep,
No way in hell can you stay.
Get out of my sight, just go away.


Not a word! Not a peep!
No hugs, not even a wave!
I will not cave!

[SassyLady]

My Depression Lesson

Depression is a snake
...slithering into the psyche...
...creating loneliness...
...constricting the soul...

Obsessively
...living in the past...
...poisoning the present...
...jeopardizing the future...

A parasite consuming
...every thought...
...every emotion...
...every action...

Hiding in the
...darkest...
...deepest...
...most vulnerable places...

A shadow phantom
...floating...
...waiting...
...calculating...

A distant hiss
...panic...
...despair...
...exhaustion...

Whispering
...poisonous memories...
...failures...
...broken promises...

Shouting
...avoid...
...run...
...hide...

Strikes without warning
...incapacitating...
...paralyzing...
...revolting...

Slowly killing
...initiative...
...joy...
...love...

Depression is a snake
Beware.

Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2017

[SassyLady]

Lazy Summer Day

Just another lazy summer day
In my hammock snoozing away.
A horde of nasty flies
Decide to stop by.
On my toes they want to play
Shoo flies, just go away!

Now they're buzzing in my ear
Bring the flyswatter my dear!
These flies are going to die
If they don't continue to fly,
For one thing is clear
A battle I do not fear.

Going in for the attack
I had to step back.
For one landed on my nose,
My eyes I had to close.
Soon discovered the fact
Killer instinct I lack.

Instead I fled,
Swatting at my head.
As they chased me down
I felt like a clown.
To the house I fled
To hide under the bed.

Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2017

[SassyLady]

Rainbows

R adiant ribbons of color
A ppear against a moody sky
I rridescent and shimmering.
N ascent images emerge
B eyond physical interaction.
O ne is common, a double is rare
W atching pots of gold
S ilently embracing the magical.

Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2017

Acrostic style

[SassyLady]

Silently Dancing


<center>In a magical world
She slides down a rainbow
Of tinkling laughter
Landing in a pot of gold.

Covered in pixie dust she twirls.
Fingers clicking, head-bobbing,
Feet tapping, humming
To a song only she can hear.

My Down Syndrome princess,
A gentle soul she has.
If she had her voice
A beautiful songbird she would be.

How I long to hear her song.
A stroke, tragically,
Stole it away
Like a thief in the night.

Today her dance is loud and clear
Joy circles her like a bodyguard
Under the rainbow
Near her pot of gold.

</center>Copyright © Miss Sassy | Year Posted 2017