tweets & twose By Myrna Loy
© 2017
ARTS OWN GALLERY, LU5 5TF
TWEETS & TWOSE (Life’s Thoughts in Poems and Prose) First Published 2017 © Myrna Loy Art’s own Gallery Studio 20 LU5 5TF (Google images labelled ‘for reuse’ to illustrate) ISBN No. 978-0-9632388-6-3 Printed in Great Britain by Mixam UK The rights of Myrna Loy to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced in any material form (including photocopying or storing in any medium by electronic means and whether or not transiently or incidentally to some other use of this publication) without the written permission of the copyright holder except in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. Applications for the copyright holder’s written permission to reproduce any part of this publication should be addressed to the publishers. Every effort has been made to ensure the accuracy Of this text at the time of going to press. The Publishers Would be grateful for notification of errors or omissions. Copyright © 2017 Myrna Loy
I consider myself a bit of a teacher, a bit of a mentor and a bit of a counsellor. When I tweet, it is usually because I feel I have something to share that I believe can benefit someone out there in the universe, or, alternatively it is to see how many like-minded people there are. It is amazing how when you tweet, you either get one like or several likes. When I get several likes , I tell myself, yes – someone agrees with me or approves of what I write. Tweeting is a way of seeking approval. Approval from strangers who are also tweeting. Why do we seek the approval of people we don’t know and will never meet? What is it about their endorsement of our tweets that makes us feel great, or conversely sad, if ignored? I am not sure what got me into tweeting. I love words and having the ability to condense my thoughts into 140 characters, without compromise, is a challenge. I try to get it as near to 140 characters as possible, and most of the time, I got it dead on. Whether I tweet about something I’ve heard on the news, on a TV programme, or a thought I woke up in the morning with – the ability to craft a tweet gets my adrenalin pumping. A lot of people who tweet, think tweeting is futile, and while some people do tweet nonsense, if you are able to craft a sentence with 140 characters that expresses exactly how you feel, that’s genius. I take this opportunity to thank everyone who shared moments in my life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I thank everyone who knows me for sharing my journey.
Myrna Loy
& twose
1. It’s time to smell the coffee Blue Mountain, Kenco or Nescafe All look the same to me The taste is my reality Because the fragrance is a lie.
2. If only for a day – I would like to find my way Out of this maze of conformity So that I might excel At what I do well When I am not a sheep.
3. As it was in the beginning of September So shall it be in the end And I shall be somewhere in between Waiting for October to begin again.
4. Being true to me Is the me I am becoming And she is soon to arrive.
5. Creativity is an art In and of itself.
6. You seem just right for me The words you write are like poetry You share things that make me want to see Who you are behind the screen.
7. Because I poked you Doesn’t mean I want you. I am not chasing you I thought you would like to interact To have a laugh‌ to have a chat But now you are thinking that you are all that Forget it mate.
8. Do you know where you’re going? Because I know where you’ve been. Do you know what you are looking at? Because I know what you’ve seen. Do you know what makes you happy? Because I know what to do Do you know where I am coming from? I’d love to come with you.
9. You are sceptical And I know why. Someone once told you a lie Now you don’t trust anyone And so you question things I’ve done.
10. Look over your shoulder Throw the salt on the ground It’s supposed to bring you luck As long as it doesn’t make a sound. Have you ever heard The sound that salt makes As it touches the ground? It doesn’t; So the luck you thought you had lost Has just been found.
11. A bucketful of tears That have been shed over the years And now the bucket is full From all your bull. Let’s stop it here Please leave and disappear; And I will throw this bucket So the tears spread everywhere.
12. It hurts. It really hurts Starting again... The doubts, the fears, The endless tears.. I don’t want to transfer the pain Onto someone else I want to keep it for myself.
13. I am as free as I’ll ever be. I have kicked off my shoes And I am walking bare feet; The wind bathes my heels I feel so complete.
I am dancing on air I can go anywhere Because at last I see Who I am meant to be!
14. Music is the instrument I use my mind to play; It is the melody I sing to make the hurt go away It is the lyrics I identify with that feels what I say When day turns into night.. and night turns into day.
15. Don’t look at the world for perfection – Look at what makes you feel all wuzzy inside and hold onto that with all your might.
16. What does the dark sky and me have in common? It only takes a slight shift in the universe to reveal the light.
17. Love has locked me out to prevent me from seeing my beauty within. Like a pendulum I keep dangling hoping that someone will stop me from swinging.
18. Bringing to fruition All that lies within Is the greatest accomplishment Known to man.
19. Moments of strife – a scream fills the air, out of which she bore fruits of her labour and Marley, my great grand-daughter.
20. Brown skin doesn’t age But gravity takes hold in latter days; Smiles fall into frowns, Left with a feeling that life’s let you down And you would have done more If you had known.
21. My skin is dimpling fondly with memories.. loosely hanging over temporal flesh. Veins make their mark Forming tracks on my legs But the way to heaven Is not where it once was Lust now ingratiates oblivion.
22 I am like a toffee apple.. I’m dark; I’m sweet; I get stuck in your teeth, I’m corpulently round, if you bite into me indiscriminately,
I make a cracking sound I am difficult to eat, I am addictive, unsupple, Just like a Toffee Apple.
23. “Is Sarah Micklesford in?” Rhetorical questions fill me with despair. I hear the words but they disappear in thin air.. She knows she’s in; She standing there in between the bookshelf and the shredding bin; But she wants me to confirm – She can wait all day – I’ve nothing to say!
24. "We shouldn't hide our light under a bushel – we should let it shine; but when does confidence become arrogance and pride become a crime?"
25. My brown skin cracked with experience; Lined with the tracks of my tears, That tell stories.
How deep the lines run, Etched by the sun, The smile on my face Shields my soul from disgrace.
Many musings of what I should and should not do, And what I should, or should not say. They can’t understand, because they’re not listening anyway.
26. I will tell you a secret that won’t be a secret for long; Did you know that what has been done – cannot be undone? When someone in ‘power’ tells you what to do Listen, but don’t do it unless it’s good for you. They may try to condition you by transferring their fears. and the impact of trauma They’ve carried for years.
27. Some people mean you well Not realising that their life of hell Can be transferred to you in their moods. Their energy may not be good for you So don’t absorb everything that goes on around you Filter it out.. so that you have control Of the way you nurture and placate your soul.
28. My mind is full of majestic energy Bursting for release into the perfect universe. Free me and my mind so that it can explore What it has in store for you.
29. My heart and mind are as clean as white sheets blowing in the wind. But like the white sheets, the elements and dust particles gravitate towards them; They don’t leave a trace But we know they are there So the sheets are not as clean As we thought they were.
30. Don’t cower from abuse and anger Stretch your arms, like you stretch your mouth to create a smile And change the world With your perfect belligerence.
31. Catch a fallen woman And put her in your pocket And never let her fade away. A violated woman Will limp around in shame Afraid of being seen.
32. When Mother’s Day comes But your Mother has died Does it make you cry inside... And do you reminisce with pride For being a special part of life.
33. Some relationships ego-feed “It’s all about me – What about me?” “It’s all about what I need to succeed” So that you and your needs Become secondary.
34. My breakfast is on the worktop; my fingers are on the keyboard; my unmade bed is calling; and my phone keeps bleeping - it's my day!
I teach not to receive accolades But to release the burden of ignorance So it doesn’t destroy my friends.
TWEETS & TWOSE... ... was inspired by occasional thoughts crafted and tweeted on Twitter. Myrna Loy was born in London. She is a mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. She is also a Counsellor for Vulnerable Adults, a Mentor, Motivational Speaker, Published Author, Poet, Visual Artist and Founder of Black-Bright News Magazine.
ISBN No. 978-0-9632388-6-3