Random Misanthrope reviewed on Jingle Poetry!

Here’s some exciting and unexpected news concerning our little slice of internet real estate. We’ve been featured on Jingle Poetry’s Review Tuesday. It’s been a few months since Blitzken and I began submitting our poetry to the site, and we’ve developed quite a little following as a result. However, it’s a great honor for the entire blog to be featured and reviewed by the site. After all, Ken and I are only two of the contributors.

Here’s the text of the review:

Today I am going to be reviewing a blog called Random Misanthrope. First of all, we all know what random means, but misanthrope, who knows what that means? I find it an ironic contrast to the first poem I happened to read on the blog. It means the general disliking.
After further investigating, however, the titled may have and probably does have, deeper meaning. There is not one, but several authors to this WordPress blog. The collective authors of this blog are Blitzken, Dock Ellis, High Priestess Kang, Miss Kitten, Moozey and Shark.
Though the layout it clean, organized and altogether appealing, I think the depth of the site is more than it’s outward appearance. After reading the about section, you definitely get a more clear view of the blog. It is a risen remnant so to speak of a previous, by the sound of it, larger community. The about section as just as interesting a read as some of the poems are. It gives a great feel for the blog and encases you much as a poem should. It lets you feel a part of their strive to rebuild and reclaim themselves.
This blog has been running since about April of this year, but apparently took several years to surface itself after the diminish of the original site where these authors came from.
Their poetry skills are quite amazing and are easily relatable, I enjoyed the poems quite well. I don’t believe there is a whole lot more to be said than the fact that this blog should be read. To the authors I have to say one thing, keep writing and you will go far.

We’re not planning on stopping anytime soon! This review is a fantastic piece of encouragement for us to keep on writing. We thank RobinElizabeth58 at Jingle Poetry for featuring us.

The Beautiful Words

I want to sing a song.
A beautiful song.
A sad song.
A fitting song.
Something like “Angel,”
By Sarah MacLaclan.

For the sweet. Innocent. Dead.
Norwegian children.

Could have grown up,
To be geniuses.
Troubled geniuses,
Like Amy Winehouse.
We’ll never know now.
All that potential.

All that talent.
All Gone.

I want to sing,
A song for them.
But the words,
The beautiful words.
Will only come out,
As tears.

Maybe it’s better this way, Amy.
You know that I’m no good.

The What-ifs & The Could-bes

The What-ifs and the Could-bes,
God the battles can be epic,
Jeopardizing everything,
If you’re not careful and let it,
Problem is the What-ifs can be
Ever so relentless,
With weapons such as doubt and fear,
They leave one near defenseless,
“What if we’re wrong, what if it’s bad,
What if we never make it?
What if we’ve got a friendship and
then in the end we break it?”
Truth is that the Could-bes
give one so much more to win!
With just a little bit of help,
They rise above the din,
The Could-bes could be everything,
You ever thought they’d be,
The Could-bes think outside the box,
With love plus creativity,
The Could-bes can be patient,
With the bumps along the curve,
Keeping eyes upon the prize,
Because that’s what we deserve,
So stand up to the What-ifs,
Make a claim and stake it,
For what-if there’s a chance for love,
And we’re too afraid to take it.

My Box of Ignorance

Despite all the pain I left behind,
Every now and then you cross my mind.
Yet, these thoughts aren’t the unwelcome kind.

I feel neither hatred, nor bitterness anew.
I’ve got far better things to do,
Than waste my time and energy on hating you.

I wonder if you’ve changed or are just the same?
Still burning in the fire of Jealousy’s flame.
And committing selfish acts in its spiteful name.

When first we met what laughs we had!
Yes, you were a bit controlling but not that bad,
And the happy times far outnumbered the sad.

Yet, over the years your jealousy became a curse.
And your controlling nature just got worse and worse.
Your selfish arrogance more difficult to disperse.

And despite the abuse increasing more and more,
And all the other women that I chose to ignore,
I tolerated it and stayed because that’s what I was for.

And because that was box that my life was in.
When I went inside, I was cut off from the pain.
Once I was safe inside, no need to come out again.

But you didn’t keep me prisoner in that box, I did.
From all the looks and all the words of pity, there I hid.
And then one day I cautiously opened up the lid.

I saw a world out there without you at its center.
At first it seemed more or less impossible to enter.
For I had all of your wants and requirements to tend to.

But then I started looking outside that box more often.
And eventually my resolve to stay in there began to soften.
Until one day I realized that my box was now my coffin.

Something is very wrong, I said, something is amiss.
I think my life was meant to be so much more than this.
So I stepped outside and left behind my box of ignorance.

BOXES

The comfortable box,
With its well worn thoughts,
I’m inside though I’ve often denied it,
I tumbled in there,
Not fully aware,
Of the patterns I found there inside it,
Boxes I have known,
I’ve found while I’ve grown,
Were a challenge though I still could break out,
This one I’ve just found,
Has long been around,
Left me struggling with what it’s about,
It’s put me to the test,
Larger than the rest,
Encompassing what I’d not considered,
Patterns long instilled,
Leaving life unfulfilled,
And many relationships withered,
Some friends who know me,
Could probably see,
(On the outside they can be objective)
On the other hand I,
As years have gone by,
Have been blinded and rather selective,
Now I’ve let in the light,
After struggle and fight,
From this box I will finally break free,
With thinking that’s new,
I’ll expand my view,
Of what love and relations can be.