Shannon K. McKenzie
Shannon McKenzie
- Location
- Apeldoorn, Netherlands
- Birthday
- December 28
- Bio
- I am a poet and an athlete. A devoted mother. A fine lover. A baker and an excellent cook. I am in awe of life and can't wait to see what it has in store next.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Fell For It Again!
February 29, 2012 10:31AM - California
December 22, 2011 05:18PM - You Man, You
December 17, 2011 05:38PM - Harsh Words, a series of
greeting card texts #2
August 20, 2011 03:02PM - Harsh Words, a series of
greeting card texts.
July 20, 2011 05:37AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I have discovered that I
am a slave to myself. To
my
self-assigned roles. Take
pl…”
February 20, 2012 06:52PM - “And redwood country is
indeed where I hail from...
Thank for
the kind
welcome.”
December 22, 2011 05:29PM - “Really excellent,
Pavanne.”
December 22, 2011 06:29AM - “I can't thank you three
women enough for your
input.
Rita, install
whatsapp on you…”
December 18, 2011 12:07PM - “The pain lays quietly
asleep...of this I am
sure.
Yet these are
important
question…”
December 18, 2011 09:20AM
Shannon McKenzie's Links
Fell For It Again!
Fell For It Again!
After the bitter
Fades
From
Disappointment,
I can
Taste
Again.
Which
Flavor
Will
Beguile
Me next? Read full post »
California
California
Soon I will see my love.
Blue sky and petulant rain.
She will smile at me
As the engine lumbers and weaves through
The like-minded travelers
And convenient parking facilities.
Soon I will smell my love.
Marine breath and pungent woodlands.
She will take me into her arms… Read full post »
You Man, You
You Man, You.
I have traveled a long way
But my thoughts have never left you
My heart beats to your rhythm and my soul
Is ever
And enduring
But your face is so beautiful and alive when you look at me.
And there is nothing to replace your touch
Not… Read full post »
Harsh Words, a series of greeting card texts #2
Harsh Words, a series of greeting card texts.
Slice
Words so sharp, they
Slice through synapses
That connected memory
To my thoughts.
Severed are the recall
Of the meaningful glances
And the electric touches
That powered my senses.
Cut clean away
From their source
They
dangle
Worn Comfort
Worn Comfort
The quietude
Feels good.
As if we are
Older now
And content
With being
A pair
Of
Old shoes:
The left one
Matches the right
But has worn differently. Read full post »
Honey
Just as the sun melts into the Earth
at day’s end,
I will pour myself over you
and warm you to the bone.
Liquid and soothing,
comforting as honey
In tea
on a cold
Winter Day.
Young Composers Meeting Apeldoorn 2011
With Valentine's Day safely behind us, it's time for True Love: love of the arts, or more specifically... love of modern music.
For years now the Young Composers Meeting has been held in our fair city. And for the last ten years, I have had the pleasure of playing host… Read full post »
My Life At Sea
Love shipwrecked on the shores of
Treasure Island.
I have never felt so happy
To be so heartbroken.
Everything I have has been dashed
On her sumptuous beaches.
Spilled out,
A garish display.
Beauty broken
Into tiny, perfect gemstones
Sparkling and radiant
Catching the glaring light.… Read full post »
The Cull
The Cull
Bare wood
Stripped down
To the sap still running
So fresh is the fell.
The Earth
Winces at the
Bruise left despite
It’s protective crust.
But the space
In the sky
Now ripped open
Offers a new path. Read full post »
Autumn Falls
Autumn falls around us.
Outstretched branches reach.
Apples are caught
Mid-air by sunrays
That sparkle the wet grass
And cushion the blow
Of the winter that must come.
For awhile we can
Deny the chill ahead:
The frozen ground
And the stinging lungs,
The death of nature
And… Read full post »
Mighty Truth
The glue holding it together was not waterproof.
So when the tears started to roll, the supporting beams began to slide
And disjoint.
The tongue no longer in the groove,
The roof came down about us.
Tiles crashed
And wood timbered.
Injuries sustained, the
Blood ran… Read full post »
Big Job
it’s kind of a big job
the shit’s been stacking up for quite some time.
dust on crust
film on glass
“Give me two hours and a bottle of 409 and you won’t recognize this place” she said.
good.
“I’ll go out and do the yard” I lied.
wanna-please girl… Read full post »
Landscapes of Lady Liberty
"cries she with silent lips" Emma Lazerus
Landscapes of Lady Liberty, by Shannon:
Come.
Eat and drink from my fountain
Bring your fears and apprehensions
Let them bellow out
And slide down my landscapes
I am a safe haven
Your cries are heard echoing here
Over mountains… Read full post »
The Assassin
This is a different kind of murder
The regular kind is
Planned
Or
Accidental
Men are Slaughtered
This kind is lethargic,
Premeditative
And
Relentless
A creeping illness
That slowly
But surely
Consumes
Your
Body
Turning it into the dead
Thing the assassin… Read full post »
Poppies and the Unlikelihood of Freedom
I looked at the picture and saw me
I wasn’t trying to be me
But I was.
I feel the same now
But everything else has changed
Around me
Then I was poppies in the summer
Timely and vivid, yet never
Plucked and gathered
See, poppies don’t… Read full post »
Reap
Be careful
For you know not what I have to offer
What I can mean
And shift in your life.
Everything could be different
It could be as you wish for…
I am the embodiment
Good or bad.
I am
Your Army of… Read full post »
Pears
Pears
Beauty dropped at my feet like ripe pears from a tree.
So much wealth laid out before me
I hardly know where to begin
Do I pick up the ripest of the ripe and bite into to it’s succulence?
Do I gather all the pears into a
… Read full post »Sports Haiku's
Leon inspired me to write some sport-inspired haiku's. I haven't written a haiku since 7th grade. And just so you know, I believe sport to be so natural, that it still fits into the "nature" theme of the haiku. But that's just me. And since when to I play by the rules?...except… Read full post »
I'll Need
I’ll Need
If you’re going to read my mind
I’ll need time to clear my thoughts.
If you’re going to fill my head with ideas
I’ll need to make room first.
If you’re going to break my heart
I’ll need to remove the protective film before you try.… Read full post »
Vengeance
The comment that Nick made on my last post: Stop, really inspired me to take it all one step further (on paper of course!). Please enjoy, and understand that this is creative writing and not a synopsis of my life.
Vengeance
I can live without you.
The sun will still… Read full post »
Stop
Stop
Don’t mind my crying.
Don’t wait for me.
Don’t try and get here on time…
I’m already gone.
You must feel alone now.
You are just starting to know how much
You will miss me.
I’m over it now.
Stop pretending that you ever
Stopped to think about… Read full post »
Time
Time
Degradation as motivation.
And never recovering from the
Last time
Before being hit with it again.
Healing takes time.
Time takes even
More time.
What matters now is having
Time.
And a recovery
Without being hit
With It
Or anything else.
Back-off and… Read full post »
Repost: Pocket
She has small dreams
That she can carry
In her pocket.
They travel with her
Where ever she goes.
Jostling around in her pocket,
They sometimes scratch each other’s
Surfaces, making the dreams
Look less shiny.
Last time she emptied her pockets,
She found that one… Read full post »
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