I will be closing this site and permanently moving to my new, self-hosted site this weekend.  You will be able to find all my old posts, current tags, and categories on my new Internet home.

If you would like to continue following me and learn all about my adventures in NaNoLand, then feel free to visit The Parlor of Dreams for further instructions.

Thanks for all your support!  I look forward to seeing you there!

~L. A. Howard~


“The Lady Expounds” — A Descriptive Poem

The following is a (bad) poem I wrote as an introduction to my main blog, formerly known as “The Lady Expounds”.  I am posting it here for the sake of posterity.  🙂

~ Lady Tam~

Who Is This Lady?

*  *  *  *

A blogger, a writer.
A sometime traveler.
A former missionary.
A future teacher.


A wife.
A lover.
A game changer.


An agent of chaos.
A proponent for peace.


A Christian.
And philosopher.
A learner of cultures.


A helper.
A friend.
Never a mother.


A Goth
With an inner Lolita.
Never average.
(Or that’s what
Most people say.)


A minor poet
Though no Dickenson.


May my words be used
By The Man Upstairs.
Let them be used to


To my world.

*  *  *  *

Day 23: Dearest Vincent: An Ekphrastic Poem

The Suggestion.

The Exposition.

The Poem Itself:

"Self Portrait with Bandaged Ear" by Vincent van Gogh

Dearest Vincent

Mr. van Gogh,

Your fuzzy hat

Your buttoned coat, so

Warm looking,

Your face, so

Pleasant, so calming.

It hides a deep passion.

Love, Loyalty

And Infatuation.

These you had

For your dearest



You bandaged your ear

After that terrible fight

Did you leave it there

For a woman of the night?

Did you put it, bloodied

Into her hands, now her plight?


No!  Your secret, now uncovered

Proves a different tale

Of friendship,

Perhaps love infantile

Unrequited affection?

Your pale complexion

Hides these well.

You were loyal to the end,

But Time reveals

All secrets.

Even the ancient pyramids,

And ancient Pharaohs with their anklets

Are now revealed!


Rest in peace,

My dear Vincent!

Though you were poor in life,

Surely now your spirit

Emits a happy sigh!

Your name, we now know it!

And even about that epic fight

Of your tortured spirit.


Sleep well,

My dear Vincent,

Sleep well!

May your soul be carried

On the wings of angels

So you may know peace

For your tormented soul.

Good night, dear Vincent

Dearest Vincent van Gogh.

Day 21: Hay(na)ku

The Suggestion

The Exposition

The Poem Itself:

Old Alabama Town - Ordeman House

Old Alabama Town - Ordeman House (Photo credit: Stephen Poff)


a festival of books
Elated, excited!
In downtown Montgomery!

(I hate how hostile wordpress is to poetry. :/ Will try to edit the form of this later. Now, very hungry!)

Day 20: Poem for Traveling Day


This has been one of Those Days.  I wrote something resembling a poem earlier today for NaPoWriMo, but I didn’t post it right away; I tend to get perfectionistic in a squirrely way at the oddest times.

Today was one of those times, for no real reason.  

Still, I feel I need to post something, good or bad!  If you want, feel free to critique (kindly!), and tell me where I need work, or what you think of it!  

The Poem:

A Memory of Thrills and Chills!


I walk to my car

In a hurry

For not very far

I will scurry

To the office

Where I will sit

Waiting for the phone to ring

With lights fluorescent lit.

The drive is common now.

35 to 40 the limit.

But I remember how

Not so long ago

I traveled out loud.

In that country


The red dragon

That folks fear deeply

In that country

I made my way

Saying silent prayers

That today

I wouldn’t meet He Who Hears

My thoughts,

My prayers!

Wait by the sign

Wait about 20

Perhaps less

Never over 30!

Step lively now!

Grab the back seat!

Wait, no belts?

With plastic seats?!

The short bus lurches forward!

Instantly a blur of green and white

I hang on for dear life

Hoping not to see the light

of Glory!

At least not on that day

Not in that way

“Please Lord, protect me,”

I pray silently



That He may not see me

On this day!

The ride bumps to a stop

Lurching to the curb.

We get off

And I feel perturbed

As I melt onto a bench

My fear and anxiety unheard

As I gather my wits

And wince as the bus nearly hits

Others, but it just misses.

(This is as far as I got with today’s poem..)

Day 20: Travelling

The Suggestion:

While travelling today, take notes.  (If you are driving, mental notes!)  Taking the bus, the subway, walking, driving, running, biking, riding a plane, whatever.  Try to keep the poem in the present!


I traveled a ridiculous amount in my early and mid-20s.  Those travels were a bit more exciting than how I travel today.  For example, riding a speeding mini-bus, sans seat belts, around the Chinese city where I taught English versus driving safely to work now, with seat belt on, never going more than five miles over the speed limit in my Alabama city.

Hmm..perhaps that’s the key!  Making a comparison!  Yes, that sounds like a good idea.

Today’s Poem:

[ To be updated soon.. ]

Day 19: Opposite Day

Suggestion for April 19, 2012:

Re-write a poem so that each line is the opposite of what it was originally.  This can even be your own poem, if you wish!

(Click for original post on NaPoWriMo’s site.)


Yesterday’s suggestion was to write a lullaby.  On top of  having a splitting sinus headache for most of the day yesterday, I’m somewhat crap at coming up with songs.  Especially children’s songs.  Still, I may revisit this idea later.  But right now, there’s definitely some old, very depressing, ‘poetry’ of mine I’d like to rewrite.  (I’m not reposting the original poem.  It’s just too depressing.)

Just for fun, see if you can guess what my original poem was in regards to!  

Good luck!  

Today’s Poetry:


Your unemployment is your freedom




Those are what you have.

When you are unemployed.

As colorful as a completed painting on a canvas!

As full of life as the Amazon Rain Forest!

As bright as a new sports car!

You are busy!

You are ecstatic!

You are stress-free!

You are hopeful!

There’s a place

Close to here

Where you were melancholy

Because you were skilled.

Where is that real place

Of not so long ago?

What happened to it?

It was regurgitated

By the Water Company from space

By Death never changing

By the time you can’t remember.

How do you stay then?

How do you be lazy then?

You go there!

Freed for a short time

From computers

USB sticks,

And without protection!

What did you lose?

An old memory?

Where did you stay

To be emptied?

Being lazy is BAD

So LaVey’s book says!

But Lavey is WRONG!

And no, your laziness isn’t fun.

“Laziness is useless.”

That is your command!

But the command

Of no one else.

You are happy!

You are industrious!

You know what you want!

And you don’t know,

Whenever they are,

They aren’t what YOU don’t have!

That is



Don’t want to be.