Teresa Sargeant
"Prose and poetry that envelop you"
26/03/2024
I just received copies of my new poetry book “Golden Joinery” and it’s beautiful! Thank you and .poetry for your help!
Buy the book: https://poetizer.com/book/5f0d0b6e-5ba6-4033-94a7-3e5eb1987084
11/03/2024
My new poetry collection ‘Golden Joinery’ is out now!
Read the blog post: https://teresaesargeant.com/2024/03/11/new-poetry-collection-golden-joinery-is-out-now/
Buy here: https://poetizer.com/book/5f0d0b6e-5ba6-4033-94a7-3e5eb1987084
19/01/2024
It’s the new year — 2024. So I made a rather ambitious list of goals for this year …
https://teresaesargeant.com/2024/01/16/my-2024-goals-as-a-poet/
14/01/2024
Blog Post, Jan. 14, 2024: ‘Revisiting my visit to Atlanta, Ga. (an MLK day post)’ See photos I took when I visited the MLK National Park in Atlanta, Ga.
https://teresaesargeant.com/2024/01/14/revisiting-my-visit-to-atlantaga-an-mlk-day-post/
03/01/2024
BLANK PAGE
The misty chains of language tug
on my tongue.
My muse whispers a void in my head.
The bitter goneness of ideas stare
at me, mock me as I trudge to put
words
on
paper.
My desire to compose
screams a symphony of silence
as I wrangle with how to write
this poem.
01/01/2024
Happy New Year! #ʜᴀᴘᴘʏɴᴇᴡʏᴇᴀʀ2024
25/12/2023
POEM: COFFEE SHOP WATCH
I sit here in some corporate franchise coffee shop, surrounded by young kids about 20 years younger than me.
One girl is typing on her laptop.
A group of friends – a boy and two girls – chat while snacking and drinking on a couch.
Customer flit in and out of the café, putting in orders and picking them up.
A good amount of those patrons, too, are around college age.
I don’t know what their dreams are.
I don’t know what their fears are.
I could be any one of their mother.
I used to be 21. I had hopes and dreams.
I chased them by typing on my laptop while sitting in coffee shops.
I still harbor such deferred dreams as a 21 year old
with another 21 years added to that number.
25/12/2023
I’ll hope that you and your family are blessed today and always. Merry Christmas!
01/12/2023
The Florida State Poets Association’s Cadence 2023 poetry anthology is now out! y poem in the anthology is called “Leaving It Behind.” I am happy and grateful to have my work featured in this project and to be of member of this excellent association.
LINK IN BIO
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26/11/2023
The balloon carries me over the world.
The sky’s quietness takes over me.
For a few minutes I was unfurled.
Nothing could take me; I was free.
I rode on the balloon with my family at .
23/11/2023
Happy Thanksgiving!
13/11/2023
A NARCISSIST’S MONOLOGUE
Why would you ignore my phone calls, texts, and emails
despite me breaking up with you?
Sure, I exploited you all the five years we were together.
I wanted to show off to others how incredible I am,
how open-minded I am by dating a woman of … your caliber.
Sure, you were a socio-political prop, but don’t think that.
Props aren’t supposed to have opinions or emotions.
Why won’t you pay me back for an equipment I bought with my money
to execute a favor you didn’t ask?
A favor that now has a price since I broke up with you for the fourth time, yet I seek reconciliation because I have the maturity of a seven year old.
Why would you send me a cease and desist letter demanding I release your car from my possession?
Even though the vehicle is still legally under your name.
Even though we didn’t write out any contract outlining the mutual use of the car.
Even though you requested your car back several times after we broke up,
yet I manipulated you by listing all the inconveniences you told me about the vehicle and I refused to honor your current wish.
Reimburse me.
Accommodate me.
Pay attention to me!
Are you stressed because you quit your job?
Perhaps your new business is failing.
If you were a woman of faith, you wouldn’t behave this way.
Or maybe it’s because I’m so boorish,
lacking in boundaries and neutered,
I can’t understand that I shouldn’t demand from someone who wasn’t obligated to give me anything in the first place.
❤️ ✒️
05/11/2023
NIGHTTIME THOUGHTS
Darkness whispers under the night’s veil
while I lie in bed by myself.
The blackness cradles and cloaks me.
I must cope with what might jump out at me
from the shadows.
Monsters?
Ghosts?
The Grim Reaper?
Why fear them though?
When madness happens in my head,
it’s only a matter of time before they manifest into reality.
❤️ ✒️
26/10/2023
Sometimes you can expect to see something beautiful just by stepping outside …
‘Tarnished Silver: An anniversary Card Message’
The flowers died.
The dates vanished.
The kisses poisonous.
Despite all the sacrifices I have made for you and all the devotion I have given you,
you keep reminding me of my worthlessness.
25 years of “loving” each other, and you still expect me to fix myself, insisting all our problems are my fault.
Never change because you changing would go against my low expectations of you.
Happy Anniversary, my love.
❤️ ✒️
22/10/2023
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✨Define ‘fine’✨
Society keeps redefining words,
so here’s one more to consider: fine.
Although her state of affairs is —,
she smiles, she nods, she says, “I’m fine.”
When friends feign concern, pry and ask,
“Are you okay? You look upset, dear.”
She smiles, she nods, she says, “I'm fine;”
she knows they’re detached and insincere.
When she attends a birthday party,
makeup on, an air of amused,
she smiles, she nods, she says, “I'm fine,”
her makeup well covering *that* bruise.
She asks him to leave her alone —
for that, he wants to put her out.
Though both their names are on the deed,
he says, “I pay the mortgage. You have no clout.”
Midnight — she runs outside screaming, “Help me!”
Nobody stirs from their sleep.
How selfish of her to disturb their slumber
despite getting assaulted by a creep.
With all this bluster she musters,
many would say all she does is whine.
They — and you — will ignore all said here.
That’s how, my “friends,” we would define “fine.”
07/10/2023
New blog post, Oct. 7, 2023: ‘Do I prefer paper books or e-books?’
Do I prefer paper books or e-books? I prefer to read paper books over electronic books, although the physical books take up space in my house! They take up space in bookcases in two of my bedrooms. I wish I could buy more paper books…
I’m not always going to put out my best, nor will I be at my best. Any creative knows that definitely applies to the work they put out: some will be great, others will be awful, and others will be mediocre. The following original poem of mine is a result of me producing less than my best. I wholly admit that. Enjoy.
SOME TRITE, THROWAWAY POEM
I feel great and “garbagey” and happy and sad and joyful and hopeless and godly and wretched.
I have a whirlpool of emotions within me.
Which one should I feel?
I don’t know.
But I won’t choose one or even two at a time over others.
I feel all of them.
And I will feel all of them.
And I will act accordingly to all of them.
Because they are my feelings.
And I clutch them to my chest, in my heart.
01/10/2023
What’s the greater tragedy?
The way one dies or the way one lives that leads to how one dies?
29/09/2023
New Blog Post, Sept. 29, 2023: ‘“Animated, or: Reanimated”: Being a Poetry Partner on The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ (Photo credit: The Skeptic’s Kaddish)
I’m a Poetry Partner on the poetry blog The Skeptic’s Kaddish. A huge thank you to David Bogomolny and The Skeptic’s Kaddish!
Check out the link: http://teresaesargeant.com/2023/09/29/animated-or-reanimated-being-a-poetry-partner-on-the-skeptic-kaddish/
27/09/2023
« True Story »
“You smell like cake,” my 5-year-old says.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I ask, laughing.
“Yes, because I love you.”
27/09/2023
New Blog Post, Sept. 26, 2023: ‘«Names » by Wendy Cope’ poetrycommunuty
http://teresaesargeant.com/2023/09/23/names-by-wendy-cope/
A crash in a certain lane
Do we have to revisit
my childhood photos?
The photos I took
before
I had braces?
Knew that hair products existed?
Discovered good makeup
and good application skills?
Do we have to revisit
my yearbook photos?
A time marked by
schoolmates
bullying me for my
jagged teeth,
frizzy hair,
and awkwardness?
Do we have to revisit
my family photos?
The photos I took
with my physically present
yet
emotionally absent father?
Photos of me
in my childhood home
where I grew up as
an
only
child,
the
only
resident in my world
and in this world?
Do we have to revisit
those photos —
no, because now I destroy them.
They are but shreds of gloss.
But where was the
gloss
in any of the memories
the photos represented?
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27/07/2023
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.” — Dorothy Parker via
Hopefully, this poem will give a word of encouragement to anyone who needs it, to anyone searching for some optimism💫❤️😊
https://teresa-edmond-sargeant.com/?p=4609
25/06/2023
My new blog post features what I found while going through my box of old writings, going all the way back to when I was attending school. I found a publication of my high school literary magazine.
🔗http://teresa-edmond-sargeant.com/2023/06/25/my-work-in-a-high-school-literary-magazine/
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21/06/2023
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But she who bemoans she’s alone
Whom no one wants to be around.
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Another old poem I had written in an old anthology of mine.
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14/06/2023
Another day, another poem! And Happy Wednesday!
My new post is an old poem I had written and published years ago in my first poetry book “How Fate’s Confusion Connects.” I edited the poem and the edited version is below.
🔗http://teresa-edmond-sargeant.com/2023/06/13/poem-drifter/
The ‘why’ of it all in my writing life
Note: The following blog post was published on my website in April 2013. I reposted the article here so you could get a little understanding about the path I took in becoming a writer.
I started keeping a journal at 8 years old, but my first piece of writing was when I was nine years old. It was for my class's show and tell, and of course that means the class had to showcase a particular talent. It just came to me that I enjoy writing, so I wrote my first poem "Colors." I really wish I knew where I put that copy, so I can transcribe the poem into this blog.
Why did I start writing to begin with? In addition to my passion for the written word, I'm a relatively awful orator -- simple as that. I found that it's really difficult to be interrupted when everything a writer thinks and feels puts all that on paper for others to read. I'm not a good orator; there are very charming and eloquent speakers, and I haven't been one of them.
I keep motivated because I need an outlet to express myself. Doing it in a public setting -- well, to be quite honest, I still don't like to stand up there in public and talk. That's the honest-to-goodness truth. And I still resent being interrupted when I'm in my expression mode (as has been the case with me on many occasions, but who hasn't been there?). I hate to basically be told to shut up, and I don't like being told my feelings are not 'valid' when I express them. Matter of fact, being told what to feel, how to feel or even *if* to feel is my number one pet peeve.
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