The Lunatic, the Lover, and the Poet


Waking Up Is Hard To Do

I am not a coffee drinker. My go-to hot drink is tea-Earl Grey or a Breakfast Blend- with milk and a small spoonful of sugar. Every day I look forward to sitting down with my cup and the scent of morning rising from the steaming surface. There’s nothing like that first...


Writing Poetry From Random Words

Today’s prompt from Poets On The Page was to create a poem using random words found any way you wanted to do it. I took to Facebook and put up a post requesting words. Within minutes I had more than enough words. Here’s the list they gave me: hopscotch   purple  ...


Poets For Peace

Earlier today I was tagged in a group posting asking for poets to join a “crusade” of sorts called Poets For Peace. The world has become a scary place recently. These days feel as if we’ve somehow slipped through time back to the Civil War, and that certainly took a toll...


Goings-On and Happenings

This last week has seen quite a lot going on around Chez Lunatic…well, maybe not a lot, but there have definitely been goings-on and stuff. So, some newsy updates and stuff. Thanks to Lizzie, I entered into a poetry contest. A few weeks ago she sent me a link to The...


Uh-oh…OOPS! I Did It Again

Dear Lunatics, You may be saying to yourselves “I can’t quite put my finger on it but there’s something different about Chez Lunatic today.” Well, you’d be correct. There is something different. I got a new haircut. No, I didn’t. Really. But I did change the theme because I accidentally somehow...


Never Have I Ever! Have You?

Shall We Play A Game By Jessica Scott   Never have I ever Heard a word so true As the lies that, from his lips, Fell like morning dew.   Never have I ever Seen a light so bright That from his eyes shined to hide The shadows of his spite....


Choose Love

The color of skin does not matter. Gender does not matter. Sexuality does not matter. Religion, politics, whatever flavor of ice cream one likes…does not matter. There is always someone who is going to say you are wrong because you are not like me. How sad that is. I’ve thought about...


Cyclic Interpretations

Felt in the mood to write today so I headed over to Poets On the Page to see what the prompt was for this week. Turns out they want us to write about cycles. Well, the one cycle I think I’m most attuned to is one that rules my life, the moon....

Divine Poetry 6

Divine Poetry

Divina Poetica By Jesi Scott   Spill your words onto my lips, Those soft, silky, satin drips That caress my soul Like your fingertips, As across my skin Your voice slips And tangles in strips Where light and fire can’t eclipse The body divine in apocalypse  

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