Guilty Pleasure Warning: It’s Hot In Here Today
Guilty pleasures….oh, how I LOVE LOVE LOVE today’s poetry challenge. There are sooo many ways to go with this particular prompt. I cannot tell you how awesome I think this is. Because I don’t feel guilty about ANY of my pleasures, bar one. And, there is no way I will admit to THAT particular one. (Get your minds out of the gutter-it is NOT that.) Nope, not gunna do it. BUT, it is one of my biggest inspirations for writing, and I am completely unapologetic about it. I won’t admit to it, but not sorry about it. (~wink wink nudge nudge) I did think about what I enjoy that might be a guilty pleasure. In fact, I just indulged today on Twitter with one of my pleasures which is dancing. I love it. Wish I could do it more than just around the house. Another of my pleasures is singing. I love to sing. I sing all the time-at home, in the car, to my kids. That was my number one thing I wanted to be-a singer. But I made different choices and so, I sacrificed that dream but I still sing anyway. Definitely don’t feel guilty about those, though I do get embarrassed if caught unawares because, damn, I didn’t know anyone was watching. But feel guilty about it? Nope. And this man:
Do I feel guilty? Oh, no. No, there is no feeling ANY guilt about him. I might blush a little but that’s a completely different story. I have a very active brain, and the Peanut Gallery is always open.
See, I have four boys, and being the only female there’s not much that does NOT slip by them. Just recently I asked Jack, my 9 year old, to dance with me. He gave me The Look. It’s the one that says “here we go again”. Then he says, “no way, it’s creepy with you, woman” and then begins to giggle maniacally. And Lock, my 15 year old, thinking he was helping me said, “why not? she does it All.The.Time.” Yes, you could hear the capital letters. Another time, I was singing John Legend’s All Of Me to the same 9 year old and I grabbed him and hugged him while singing. He waited until I was done, gives me The Look (happens a lot-I know it well), and says, “I’m not marrying you, Mom.” Ya gotta love that kid. I do. I sing and dance so often that when Tornado sees me begin to dance or hears me singing, he comes running up to me to join in. He even orders me to sing. So, yeah. My kids know most of my secrets anyway, and they have no filters so why should I feel guilty about anything I enjoy? I live at the National Enquirer.
In fact, the one thing I really used to feel guilty about was my poetry. If you want to know any of my secret desires, just read my poetry. Oh wait, you do. Can you guess which ones hold my secrets? And I do have some pretty bad poetry from my teens that I’d probably NOT want to come out of hiding but, well, if they did I’d be embarrassed except they were teenage angst poems, some of them, and I have come to terms with those feelings. Exactly like I came to terms with being a John Denver fan when it wasn’t popular to be a fan. So, I’ll tell you some of my ‘secret’ pleasures. I like pinup art, the more tasteful versions like Gil Elvgren, and I think Olivia de Berardinis is fantastic! Mr. Armitage, though he’s not really a secret. I like reading ALL kinds of poetry and am currently reading this book:
And, no…there is no connection to it and Mr. Armitage (geez, the gutter is overflowing today ~wink). Let’s see…what else? I’ve been to an NSYNC concert and I went to see New Kids On The Block when they were popular (I just aged myself I think), I love Winnie the Pooh, and I enjoy looking at rocks and minerals. I read the horoscope but don’t put any faith behind it. It’s pure fun and interesting to read. It’s also extremely generalized. I do believe that there are more things in heaven and earth than can be explained, and I LOVE Ghirardelli’s Milk Chocolate with caramel squares. I freeze them then eat them. I am also a big Ferrero Roche fan. But, I don’t eat a lot of chocolate. If I am eating chocolate, there’s a reason and not a bad one, and those particular two are my biggest chocolate indulgences. So, there ya go. Some things you probably didn’t care to know about me. Oh, and I’m not a big tv watcher, and I can’t stand reality tv. I have enough reality in my life to deal with. So, today I am sharing the poem I wrote this morning for the challenge, one I wrote earlier this year, and one penned Monday. I’m keeping with the guilty pleasures theme, though, and having fun doing it! Go ahead…judge me. I’ll be over there…dancing like no one is watching!
P.S. Thank you to everyone for the kind compliments about my video!
By Jessica Scott
Armor is on,
My shield is set,
There’s no way you’re getting through today.
My wall is up,
The barrier strong,
You can try, but it won’t give way.
I might indulge you,
Be a tease,
Yet, my heart you will not sway.
A taste of you,
Will do me in,
So these desires I will allay.
At least until
No one is around,
Then maybe we can play.
In the dark.
What they are I will not say.
For sinful temptations,
I will gladly burn.
Bring them on without delay.
How She Defies Time
By Jessica Scott
These days come and go like so much smoke and fumes;
I watch the cars pass outside, and sigh with a restless heart.
How many times have I sat here in this chair and watched the days pass by?
I’ve lost count in the repetitiveness of it.
Is this what limbo is, this sitting and watching life fly away?
The clock ticking on the wall says:
Counting away the minutes and seconds of my youth and beauty,
Like a film moving in slow motion now, fast forward tomorrow.
At some point I will rise and go about my day-to-day,
Picking up a child’s toy here, a dish there;
There’s laundry to be done and meals to be cooked,
Every day, the same activities claim what time I have left.
But in the evening, while everyone sleeps and the earth is quiet,
I go to my room and close the door;
Making sure not to be too loud, lest I wake the resting world,
I turn on some music,
And I dance.
By Jessica Scott
Fire burning in your eyes,
Undisclosed desires in your heart,
The beauty of the violence within,
Let me break you apart.
Scratch me, leave me raw,
Beat with your fists in rage,
Crash against me, waves on the rocks,
Body against body, in war engage.
This method, there is madness in it,
To make me crave you, your deepest wish,
To leave me breathless in this fight,
To vanquish me, and I’ll not resist.
For in the end, I’ll make you writhe,
I’ll make you beg and whine,
And just when you think you’ve had enough,
I will make you mine.