Blogstalker's Logic

Welcome to Blogstalker's Vodka Logic...... I hope you enjoy some of the poems that I will post from time to time. They range in topic from serious to funny and to what I hope you find insightful as well.

All of my poems have some truth in them and are drawn from life and what it throws at me...including the following.

Vodka Logic

Vodka logic
The best there is
Follow along if you can.

After a few
With only olives to eat
The effect goes right to your head.

Shaken not stirred
And on ice if you please
Sit back relax, and cheers.



Vodka Logic II

The logic the next morning,
Is always so clear.
Why did I have the last drink.

As I move for the first time off my pillow
To check the time,
Will my head be sore and ache.

No hallelujah,
I have learned the trick,
Lots of water is necessary to drink.

Poor luck to the guy
On the pillow next to mine.
Who is sputtering and moaning, "oh my"

Mod Edit: Thread Title changed at author's request


[edit on 4-22-2009 by worldwatcher]

Feelings
Feelings never seem to know
The way they ought to be.
What direction is the best,
Not blind, unable to see.

Common sense is never able,
To tell you what to do.
It only comes along later,
When still deciding what is true.

Tell your heart one thing,
Even though it contradicts.
When it belies the basic truth,
Only to add more conflicts.

They say "time heals all wounds"
I'm not convinced this is so.
As with each year the older I get,
The deeper inside they go.

Before I get too maudlin
I'll end off with this thought.
Come on 50 let it rock,
**SNIP** it all, it's been well fought

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[edit on 5-11-2008 by Crakeur]

like the poems

they are so true

the one abolut the feelings seems to be so universal
one tends to thinkg that one is unique with this kind of thought just to figure out that it is the same to everybody, no matter how old no matter in which part of the world they live
so a very human poem



love the title of your thread
made me chuckle when i first read it

Thanks orange-light for the kind words and the help setting it up.

And the word snipped I am sure you can all imagine what it was.

Unique

Strong willed, difficult and with attitude,
Some people would call me rude.
To me these words describe me best,
And others too, you will learn the rest.

When used just right I say it works,
Just add them to the list of my quirks.
I haven't always been so strong,
And some do find my methods wrong.

I admit things don't always go as planned,
And people tend to misunderstand.
But keeping quiet doesn't work for me,
I have to get it out, whether or not you agree.

So take me as I am I say,
Or leave me be and go away.
Honest and trusted my friends add to the list,
All this gives me my unique twist.

The Path

When all there is, is up
Is the path easier to find.

To appreciate the finer things
That one has never had.

Which path would you follow
The tried the true or new.

The comforts of your home
What is familiar to you.

The opportunity is often missed
Don't let the chance go by.

Live your life to the fullest
Luxury doesn't always apply.

Do the things that have meaning
To your spirit and your name.

And when the time has passed
You can smile you've won the game.

Someone I love hurt me yesterday,
Went for my soul, tried to yank it away.

The pain was sharp, the pain was real,
Cut to the quick, will take time to heal.

It stays inside just how I feel,
To this loved one, I can't reveal.

Time has taught me to take what life brings,
And the heart is vast, can handle many things.

This person who hurt is young and still learning,
Her talent so great, her desire yearning.

Forget what I told you she said, today on the phone,
It doesn't work that way I replied to her moan.

For some, growing up happens with ease,
But for this child, her teens won't be a breeze.

She is brighter this morning, the crying is done,
Perhaps this time, this round is won.



[edit on 11/7/2008 by Blogstalker]

Anatomy

Poems creep out from the oddest places,
Run around in my head, and fill all the spaces.

Looking for a place to escape,
Churning about, until they take shape.

When they are finally scribbled on paper,
They are out of mind, no longer vapor.

Because there is no other choice,
Out of the jumble, my silent voice.

Making room for the next refrain,
Forming in the recesses of my brain.

Wondered

Have you ever wondered, about the net,
The people you meet and not seen yet.

Are they who they say they are,
Can you trust them from afar.

The chat can always be great fun,
Inuendo, laughs, and a dirty pun.

The topic limits show no bounds,
The tents and scents and imagined sounds.

Would face to face be the same,
Or would a blush rule the game.

I have no reason not to be,
What I say is truely me.

So friends beware one day I will be seen,
And then be the friend you met through the screen.

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Life's Adage

Life sucks and then you die,
An old adage, some live by.

When its hard to see ones way,
It's best to be quiet, have nothing to say.

The path will level, be easier to climb,
They always do, thank god for time.

Me, I try not to take that course,
There's another adage of unknown source.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade,
But throw in some vodka, and drink til it fades.

Blush

Have you ever felt such a fool,
For doing something you don't normally do.

For playing a part, playing a game,
Nothing that would bring you shame.

Your face is red, your eyes look down,
Where there was a smile is now a frown.

Forgiveness is easily won,
Wasn't needed from anyone.

Embarassment can be kept inside,
Not to be shared, easy to hide.

Just a feeling all your own,
Old enough, you should have known.

Was it all you wanted to attain,
Would you do it all again?

In a nod, yes in a wink,
It was worth the laugh, yes-I think.

Wiser with each passing day,
Taking risks, learning to play.

And luckily with each morning dawn,
The blush is cleansed with the days first yawn.

Looking Back

When I look back over 50 years,
Does it bring smiles or just tears.
Do I like what I see?
Am I who I want to be?

Tears and smiles, there is no doubt,
All of which I am about.
Can't say that I regret too much,
Not proud of everything, as such.

Is that a stranger in my past,
Would I choose her as a friend, too last.
Now I'm not so sure that I would,
But she was doing the best, that she could.

Friend or foe, she's still here,
Lurking and living very near.
Ask me again in 50 more,
Who I will be, in the core.

I imagine, very different,
A lot more living, my achievement.
Less "regret" and much more wiser,
But approaching 100 "Holy ******"

Special thanks to NGC2736 for the inspiration.



[edit on 19-11-2008 by Crakeur]

Clarity?

What a ****** way to go,
Tossed around to and fro.
Thrown aside like yesterdays trash,
Decisions made sharp and rash.

Imagine how that makes one feel,
Thoughts whirling like a spinning reel.
At the bottom with no choice,
Feeling like you have no voice.

Have you ever been there on your own,
Made to feel crappy and all alone.
Or are you the one that stands tall,
Thinking you are above it all.
Emotions are often intense,
And left sitting on the fence.
Not knowing on which side to fall,
A difficult choice, hard to call.

Clarity to come much later,
When the vision is focused, straighter.
Lessons learned, heart grown harder,
Body bruised but somehow smarter.

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Healing?

Doesn't matter how old I get,
I still have lessons to learn, yet.

Life is fragile, especially the heart,
It skips, it stammers, refuses to start.

But start it does, only to let you down,
Leaving your breath short, like you are going to drown.

The one(s) that have hurt you, are they even aware,
As you hide the tears, in your blank stare.

My instinct is, I want to bite back,
Often it's compassion that they lack.

Leading you on, and playing a part,
As they look down, as they have from the start.

I won't say names, not necessary at all,
Or a list of the people, who have made me crawl.

Forgiveness isn't always easy to give,
Can't just say "live and let live"

Sometimes I just want to give back the pain,
To those who hurt and cause disdain.

Sulking and bitterness do no good,
But needed to get back up to where I once stood.

I am not saying I have never done harm,
Or been the one to try to disarm.

But this is my poem and I'll write it my way,
And as a final word, **** you all for today.

[edit on 11/21/2008 by Blogstalker]

[B]The Mission-A True Story

Today was the dreaded day,
I was on a mission, some might say.
Even the daughters were dragged along,
Perhaps to steer me from going wrong.

I'm not the easiest woman to please,
Lumpy and grumpy, not at all at ease.
If you knew me, you would see,
How difficult this task was going to be.

Location one, the people were rude,
Success was minimal, left in a bad mood.
Back in the car, the music cheered,
Off we drove, another mall neared.

Location two, my mission was taken,
Home ellusive and dinner forsaken.
Success was soon to be at hand,
The sales lady helpful and grand.

Two were tried, on and found,
Now which color, they abound.
Paid in full and me in awe,
Content at last with my new bra.

Yesterday

I guess I blew it in a really big way,
It'll never be like it was yesterday.

It was nice to have someone who'd listen,
Understand in life what was missing.

It never helps to second guess,
What got it into such a mess.

Things just happen as time goes by,
Often all that's left is a large, loud sigh.

Some people aren't the type to tell,
What went wrong, where it fell.

Me, I like to know it all,
Despite the hurt that might befall.

How do we learn, as we get old,
If things aren't understood or told.

Not quite sure what I did to get here,
But be honest, too much, I fear.

Once you've shared, is there still trust,
Or are you wary of ever giving so much.

Secrets are always safe with me,
The hopes are that mine also will be.

If I had to guess my fault,
I know what it is, by default.

The expectations were never there,
Just some moments and thoughts to share.

So as in life, there are things I'll miss,
My realization has been met with this.

Who ever knows what the future brings,
So "onwards and upwards" to better things.

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Thanks for Asking

My vacation was great, thanks for asking,
Spent time with great friends, met at Madam Tussauds for laughing.

Travelled over twelve hundred miles,
Had a thrill and lots of smiles.

Drank some vodka with the boss,
"Love Supreme" in the cab, no loss.

I'm feeling better, thanks for asking,
Got the flu as the plane was landing.

Went to work, had to leave,
Can't help patients when you have to heave.

Was home sick for three days,
If only I knew what would hit next in my haze.

I'm okay, thanks for asking,
Sitting in the cold, enjoying the basking.

The sun is shining into my home,
Bringing it up to a balmy freezing zone.

The town says it could be couple of days,
How long will friends let me shower at their place.

Mother nature has left her card,
Thanks for asking, was that so hard.

Remember the next time you're in your own world,
There may be someone whose life has unfurled.
Who needs a hello after a roam,
A "How have you been", "Glad to have you home."

Life is more than what's your stead,
Your word may be all they need.
To see their way from life's dread,
Back to a place you have led.

The good and bad and our dispair,
Is always benefited when we share.
Not always a success, but always worth trying,
Is to just say something, and hear Thanks for asking.

The Kiss

The kiss was weak,
Didn't seem sincere.
Tell me what,
I am still doing here?

The passion is gone,
Left awhile ago.
Don't like to admit it,
And say it ain't so.

Is it worth saving,
Do I still care?
That's the question,
How did we get there?

Try as I might,
Not sure what to do.
Times on my side,
At least for a few.

Talk you say,
I've tried 'til I'm blue.
Doesn't seem to matter,
When no one listens to you.

When I have all the answers,
I'll get back.
But don't hold your breath,
It's wisdom I lack.

Onwards I go,
As long as I breathe.
Trying to find the passion,
Before this life I leave.

i wish you would write
a poem to my delight

about blue cheese dorritos!


i really love your stuff honey!

Trying to find the passion,
Before this life I leave.

this is my desire too!

Originally posted by orange-light
i wish you would write
a poem to my delight

about blue cheese dorritos!


i really love your stuff honey!

Trying to find the passion,
Before this life I leave.

this is my desire too!

And lets hope we find it....*hugs*

As for a poem on blue cheese doritos...watch this space.

For orange-light

There are things out there
Made just to please.
We each have to find them,
What puts us at ease.

For some it is a hobby,
Others it is a sport.
To each his own I say,
Something one has to sort.

Often a good meal
Is all that is called for.
Just to be waited on,
Dinner, drinks and more.

But sometimes all I need,
To put me at ease.
Is a bag of Doritos,
And the only flavor-blue cheese.

[edit on 12/31/2008 by Blogstalker]

Typo edited at Blogstalker's request

[edit on 1-5-2009 by worldwatcher]