Welcome to CallGirl's Causerie Collection. This section of my homepage is dedicated
to poems, prose, free verse, causerie in general which is, in some odd way, related to
our Cyber World, the Internet. Ranging from deep and dark to light and lively, these are
thoughts of mine based on hastily scribbled notes of notions inspired by events here on
our Internet save for a few. Each causerie is prefaced on this page by a brief historical
background and intent of the writing. A picture is included for every writing to help make
this a more meaningful experience for you, the reader.
All of these writings are original works. Feel free to use them if you wish. I do ask you
give proper credit and acknowledgement for myself with my nom de plume, Kira.
= Updated ~ October, 2005 =
Author's World
A tribute to our authors of past and present. This is a poem of radical style not fitting
within our usual rules. Look close and you will discover it is a poem going far beyond
just rhythm and rhyme in enunciation. This is a poem which is written for an analysis by
students of selected English classes for which I guest lecture on a periodic basis.
Black Ice
Falling in love with a woman with a heart of black ice and shoulders of frost will only leave
you chilled to the bone and out in the cold. Inspired by would be cyber-romantics.
Dagger
A five hundred dollar internet bounty is on my head and yet uncollected. This bounty is
posted by a person who has been stalking me here on the net and off the net, since 1995.
His activities are such, those of us who know him well, consider him to be dangerously
mental ill, perhaps even criminally insane. Often in life, a hunter never realizes he is the
hunted. Despite his real life crimes against my family, he knows to watch his back.
Dark Kiss
Related to my essay, Cyber Color, this is my suicide note. In Cyber Color, the reader is
given a perspective on insanity or, my sanity and your insanity. A number of years back
I successfully committed suicide and was clinically dead for a period of time. This piece of
prose is the only explanation I left behind and, later returned to fetch back along with my life.
Dragon Angel
Inspiration came about for this rough prose to provide a warning to some who know me here
on the Internet, to keep their distance. There exists a personality of mine, one of an infinite
number of personalities, I think of as La Belle Dame Sans Merci. She has a vicious
dragon within, a dragon with no mercy when it is in killing season.
Empty Wind
Hypocrisy, a plague upon our human minds and our human hearts.
Fire Of Rage
Anymore, it seems like our heart is just another piece of meat for sale in an emotional mart.
Gypsy
As I write this, as I wrote this prose, a young kitten lies curled up in my lap struggling for
her life, fighting off an unknown disease. Her prognosis is not good. Should she survive,
chances are good she will be blind for life. Gypsy is one of many cats who adopt our small
family of two up here on our hill. She is wild, untamed and fights her only true predator in
life, Death. Animals have an innocence we lose quickly and never return to during our lives.
It is an innocence of such perfection, I can only envy animals and their lifestyle. Our Lord
lead Gypsy to our awaiting arms, perhaps to bring our family some reflection on love.
Gypsy Crossing
For some of us, a small loss reminds us of a greater loss we cannot remember.
Heartland
There are those who cannot deal with my realistic nature. Often they will whine about my
personally perceived harsh words being of such a realistic and logical nature. However,
what they will not acknowledge is I am more harsh on myself than anyone. Inspiration for
this one comes from my inability to open my heart to love. I am a cold hearted bitch.
Ice Cream Cone
Based on a notion that came to me during an online discussion of oral sex. ~ grin ~
Ironic Nails
Dedicated to those self-martyred hypocrites of our internet. Written for those who
prey upon our emotions with false guilt like heartless vampires born of self-pity.
Lily Lace
A close friend, a person I admire greatly for her open and candid nature, was involved
in an automobile accident. Her injuries were quite serious and I felt she would not make
it through her first night in a hospital. This is a prayer I wrote and shared with my parish.
During her first trying night, our parish and minister, recited this pray for my friend, Lily.
Lily Adrift
After a few days, Lily became conscious but was completely incoherent with her serious
head injuries. My concerns were she would never be the same, never be Lily again. This
is inspired by her nature of passing through the lives of people leaving love and goodness.
Masta
Constantly working on this one, I am still not happy with it. Inspired by online racism, I have
tried to submerge myself into the character of a slave. Somehow, I feel that will never fully
be realized. It is a lifestyle none of us can completely understand and feel. Changes often
are made to this one, subtle changes, in trying to reflect the speech mannerisms correctly.
Oh Five
All your old tired heart needs, is a new destination.
Prejurance
A reflection on site operators who use their Internet sites for no reason other than to
spread hatred and racism across the Internet and across our society.
Richard
A bit of comedy blended with subtle sincerity and a hint of Shakespeare. This one is for
my boyfriend, a gentleman who never needs to brag and needs to worry a lot less.
Sad Sea
All too often we allow our emotions to sail away with us rather than standing firm on the
solid ground of logic and reason. Emotional thinking almost always leads to regret.
Sweet Sister
Eddie, a good friend, commented he would rather be alone and crying than to keep the
company of hatred. His thoughts inspired me to consider how we lie to ourselves to keep
from feeling lonely. We will, at times, keep company with hatred to justify why we are alone.
Times Past
Written with some bitterness, this is a reflection on a hatred which seems to be taking over
most chat lines on our net. This will be used as lesson object for my classes in establishing
precision rhythm and rhyme in poetry. You will note an exacting use of words ending with
'ess' and with 'ant' in military crispness, alternating with mathematical perfection.
Whispers
Many of us simply cannot handle truth, especially when it comes to a failed relationship.
In life, we will accept lies and pretend to be happy rather than accept truth and move on.
Wild Wind
Are there times for you, like for myself, when you wish you could just fly away from life?
Winter Remembrance
Going through a box of ancient pictures, reflecting on the loss of loved ones in life, left me
feeling quite old and quickly running out of time in life. I am in the Fall of life and Winter
is not far away. I can feel its chill already.
Wolf's Moon
A reflection on our animalistic behavior, our delightful behavior. Ahoooooo.....
