Mental Potpourri



Posted by Joelle Michelle on August 29, 2011 at 10:50 AM Comments comments (1)

naughty little no-see-um

you vicious little creature

go back to where you came from

you blood-sucking feeder

prey upon another

something your own size

you hungry little mother

invisible to my eyes

by me

The Big Reveal

Posted by Joelle Michelle on July 17, 2011 at 11:05 AM Comments comments (0)

the "blind" vegetarian has little defense

where carnivorous humans make no sense


"here, come on and try it, it has no meat"

as you partake in what they offer to eat


tricking the unknowing with a tainted meal

from their numb conscience, the ones that blind feel


how proud they must be when the blind can't tell

like feeding humans to themselves


then you find with little disguise

that your meat-free meal once had eyes


the carnivores laugh with, "what's the big deal?"

as you're slowly sickened from their calloused reveal


little do they know that their Sunday beliefs

are just like your moral code they defeat

I would never trick a Hindu to eat a cow

nor would I have a priest retract his vow

what if the meat was coming from their pets

would they trade their slaughter house for their vets?

by me


Posted by Joelle Michelle on July 16, 2011 at 12:47 PM Comments comments (0)

the noble crow

atop his tree

looking down

on humanity


spying through

the falling leaves

gently revealing

all he sees


concrete paths

and metal boxes

rolling around in

clouds of toxins


wooden nests

with carpet grass


ever fast


endless seas

of noisy creatures


natural features


magnetic waves

filling space


the human race

by me

just daydreaming

Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 14, 2011 at 8:08 PM Comments comments (0)

Somebody turn the light on


My bulb has been out for awhile


Won’t someone court my way


on your white horse riding in style



I lie in waiting until that day


the day you discover me here


Unshackle me from my solitude


and forever hold me near


by me









weekdays don't look so bad after all

Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 10, 2011 at 6:24 PM Comments comments (0)

there’s nothing quite like the emptiness

home alone on a Friday night

people are planning, primping, and playing

I’ll just remain out of sight

The men - all freshly shaven and scented

On their best behavior tonight

The women – adorned with sparkly things

carrying on so coy and polite

not I, in my lackluster sweatpants and tee

what will I miss in the World outside?

patiently sitting in a smoky, crowded room?

drinking beer on a budget that’s tight?

in the hope of conversing about daily events

with strangers that I don’t really like?

-by me

Surface Deep

Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 5, 2011 at 2:03 PM Comments comments (0)

happy faces

happy shells

casting off

unhappy spells


pretty people

pretty teeth

ugly thoughts

lying beneath


laggard muscle

laggard mind

living in

accelerated time


shiny cars

curb appeal

someone else

defines ideal

by me

Twisted Times

Posted by Joelle Michelle on June 2, 2011 at 2:04 PM Comments comments (0)

emergent atmospheric ant eaters

peering down from Mt. Cumulonimbus

with their planning department leaders

routing destructive paths upon us


heed their ravenous appetite

scatter like the ants that we are

as they sail the power pole kites

and thrust them like javolins at cars


sucking up streets like spaghetti

raining a saucy debris

with our colony never quite ready

we wave the white flag and flee


steadily rebuilding our empire

our differences disappear for the time

whether you're a carpenter, sugar, or fire

everyone's role is defined


our endurance is an athletic anomaly

of altruistic olympic proportions

defeated, we join together solemnly

and give thanks despite our misfortunes

by me

Gena Rowlands from the movie, "Hope Floats":

One day we were playing out back down by the river and we came across the most beautiful ant hill you ever saw.

And bein' Walter, he immediately kicked it and stomped on it, just scattered it to the 4 winds.

I just started howling. I yelled for my mama, ran up, and I grabbed her and dragged her down there, just crying and carrying on.

Anyway, my mama was trying to calm me down, so she said, "Wait, they're not finished," and we waited and waited, and sure enough, those little black specks just started scurrying every which way, just working hard to build their home back.

And I said,"Why do they do it? I'd just give up," and my mama said,

"Yeah, if there's just one of you, but there's lots of ants down there, and they're all relatives.

They're family and that's what families are for. That's why they invented families - so hopeless didn't get the last word."

I saw you yesterday

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 28, 2011 at 5:14 PM Comments comments (0)

I miss what's now gone

but understand why it's no longer here

when I look back

the reasons for splitting become so clear

it was so good at times

and the bad was so bad


I wish all of our mistakes

would just disappear

by me

The Human Mill

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 21, 2011 at 10:05 PM Comments comments (0)

Written by Malvina Reynolds in 1962...


Little boxes on the hillside,

Little boxes made of ticky tacky,

Little boxes on the hillside,

Little boxes all the same.


There's a green one and a pink one

And a blue one and a yellow one,

And they're all made out of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


And the people in the houses

All went to the university,

Where they were put in boxes

And they came out all the same,


And there's doctors and lawyers,

And business executives,

And they're all made out of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


And they all play on the golf course

And drink their martinis dry,

And they all have pretty children

And the children go to school,


And the children go to summer camp

And then to the university,

Where they are put in boxes

And they come out all the same.


And the boys go into business

And marry and raise a family

In boxes made of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


There's a green one and a pink one

And a blue one and a yellow one,

And they're all made out of ticky tacky

And they all look just the same.


-not by me

Back to the Game

Posted by Joelle Michelle on May 16, 2011 at 4:04 PM Comments comments (0)

I long for a home in a company

Somewhere to vent creativity

Before my boss’s bankruptcy

Life was pleasantly structured


I knew it would be increasingly difficult

To get back in the game of employment

Back to the cliques and suppressors

But also accomplishment and enjoyment


I think I’m finally ready

For the work that left me tired

So bring on the rejection letters

Until one of them says I’m hired


by me

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