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I NO LONGER WRITE FOR HELIUM. YOU CAN FIND MY WORK AT http://poeticshutterbug.blogspot.com

Joanne Olivieri was born and raised and currently resides in San Francisco, California. At age ten, her mother bought Joanne her first book of poetry called Speak

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 4 of 209

Awaiting Dawn Where stars bow their heads in slumber I drift off contemplating morning's birth. Fog creeps around me above and beyond me saturating my emotions with a dull lullaby. Darkness whisks me away into oblivion the doldrums of sleep. My legs my arms my heart restless as a caged animal the creative flow hushed a goodn...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 17 of 464

Writer's Block She awaits the rise of the moon when the call of the wild imbues creative energies waiting to be set free. The notebook paper stares back at her naked, a desolate wilderness desperately longing to be clothed in artistic garb. Her pen a broken instrument with which she holds on for life yet falls dead within he...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 30 of 397

One Last Time If only for a moment, we again fly as the wind childlike whimsy on park swings awaiting our carriage home. If only for a moment, we tread softly through sands of time sharing laughter, our dreams escaping the ocean's roar. If only for a moment, holding you again in my arms we cry tears of joy touching, sweet ca...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired by music: 5 of 64

Jazz Climax The room hauntingly still with mosaic tiles staring down upon the audience. Pink and red lights glare like the eye of a storm pouncing across the stage. Lights dim and the music begins. Ebony and ivory notes meld with the pounding crescendo of drums. Hot sax man plays it high and low while the bass hovers a music...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being trapped: 33 of 156

Unchanged Melody Music box dancer pirouettes through darkness. Her stage, a desolate wilderness. Keywound compositions through which demons sing an ominous foreboding she cannot escape. The revolving performance - a monotonous chaos. The endless encore she remains day after day never to break away.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: About friendship: 73 of 276

The families we make For Sony Though we are not sisters my family would not be complete without you. The unconditional love I have for you makes me a better person. By your example I have learned to expect nothing and give more. You inspire my every thought and I thank you my friend, for being you.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Birds: 38 of 139

Seagulls At Night A twilight canvas barren of life prelude to the masterpiece hovers unseen upon desolate skies waiting to be fashioned. Out of darkness they emerge white winged choreographers painting circles and breeding life. Seagulls At Night soar, faithfully, indiscriminately a free form phenomenon.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a parent: 49 of 169

I wrote this in 1994 right after the death of my Mother. Tears for Mom My heart has been drained Of the joy once felt A cloudburst of tears The sun will never melt. The sweetness of your smile My eyes again will never behold Only in distant memory Another life yet untold. Your laughter can only comfort The darkness of my nig...
Health & Fitness > Menstruation & Menopause Tips for coping with hot flashes: 6 of 14

The dreaded hot flash, or is it? Every time I experience a hot flash I remind myself that this is just temporary and as a result of my entering a new phase of womanhood, without monthly periods. Then it is much more acceptable to me. Hot flashes are a temporary nuisance and therefore can also be embarrassing at times. I rece...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger: 155 of 360

Expectations A fever storm, cardiac tsunami, Tumultuous waves Angst ridden nerves Racing a dead end. Speedometer blood pressure gauge, A phoenix beyond fahrenheit Boils in a volcanic cauldron Of misplaced anger, steamed To a boiling blister, fester... Expectation stew simmers and Scorches the palate numb. High standards devo...