Tuesday, March 29, 2011
vessels
Vessels
The woman before you a broken vessel seeking repair
I bow I break my life is crystal clear
Looking for the remedy I search galore
Search for beauty and peace restored
Angst arises like the steam from the ground
What happened to this queen
Where is her crown?
Wrapped up in worry
Clothed in concern
Never to utter those simple words
I am beautiful this is me
What you see before you
Is truly me
I am strong
I am wise
Look me always in the eyes
Eyes that have strength
Tell tales of past hurt shame and regret
Windows to the soul of a woman scorned
Take a look again and you will see
Your mother aunt sister niece grandmother all the women in your life wrapped up in me.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Mom's Kitchen
She could not tell you now what she was thinking
As she sat in her mothers kitchen
Stirring a pot
She was still young then
wearing her favorite white dress, lace trimmed
Wanted to cook just like mom
She stood then on tip toes inspecting hot contents
She would stir
The kitchen the same now as it was when she was a little girl
Painted a fresh coat of white with flower curtains hanging
Over the sink, the ones her daddy hated so much
She is reminded of good times when she would sit
On her daddy's lap or sip cocoa with mom
At that very table, the one in the corner of the room
That was her time to vent, to cry as she often did
Tears that would burn straight through to her soul
Her mother would listen intently as she would prepare the next meal
with such a calmness in her voice for her beloved daughter
On long days like this when feelings of inadequacy would flood back
Years now lost, she would turn to her dear mother who would ease her fears
Only if someone would have told that little girl in the white dress
To be as free as long as she could
But all of this is lost
Because I cannot tell you now what she was thinking.
As she sat in her mothers kitchen
Stirring a pot
She was still young then
wearing her favorite white dress, lace trimmed
Wanted to cook just like mom
She stood then on tip toes inspecting hot contents
She would stir
The kitchen the same now as it was when she was a little girl
Painted a fresh coat of white with flower curtains hanging
Over the sink, the ones her daddy hated so much
She is reminded of good times when she would sit
On her daddy's lap or sip cocoa with mom
At that very table, the one in the corner of the room
That was her time to vent, to cry as she often did
Tears that would burn straight through to her soul
Her mother would listen intently as she would prepare the next meal
with such a calmness in her voice for her beloved daughter
On long days like this when feelings of inadequacy would flood back
Years now lost, she would turn to her dear mother who would ease her fears
Only if someone would have told that little girl in the white dress
To be as free as long as she could
But all of this is lost
Because I cannot tell you now what she was thinking.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
The Fantastic Feast
They thought i couldn't do it.
But,
the trap was set
SNAP
I had him
Fluttering his wings screaming BEEP-BEEP
I had finally caught him
He is roasting now
Smell it
BBQ sauce
Just the way I like to eat my road kill
It all happened one day when me Wile E. Coyote
Was once again duped by "dinner"
So instead of chasing it like I usually would set my trap
and went about my business.
No more BEEP-BEEP
No more me being victim of disaster.
Lip cocked back showing razor sharp teeth,
Not me anymore!
By the way he tastes great.
But,
the trap was set
SNAP
I had him
Fluttering his wings screaming BEEP-BEEP
I had finally caught him
He is roasting now
Smell it
BBQ sauce
Just the way I like to eat my road kill
It all happened one day when me Wile E. Coyote
Was once again duped by "dinner"
So instead of chasing it like I usually would set my trap
and went about my business.
No more BEEP-BEEP
No more me being victim of disaster.
Lip cocked back showing razor sharp teeth,
Not me anymore!
By the way he tastes great.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Who needs a car
Yesterday my car died on me, and the dog ate my homework.
Well I don't have a dog and ,y car really didn't die it just wouldn't start.
But my computer did crash and my scan disk went blank.
My car coughed and gagged and wouldn't turn over if it were pushed.
I banged in the steering wheel as I cried out "I hate this car".
I could smell the gas fumes and my eyes began to tear
My eyes could hear what my ears refused to see
Even Edgar Jones in New Haven knew that car wasn't going to start.
To make my day even better I missed the bus
My peeps from next door hooked me up with a ride
The warm day of agony
Came in like a dream and left the same
Well it would be a while before Jen Jen would drive her car again
A week later would be the first time the car would be driven
Mi Vida Loca
The air around it would sing a new tune and the car
would hum along with it,
This being the cars,
to walk alongside the clouds like a bird
leaving me to hear the motion
of my car dieing on me yesterday.
Well I don't have a dog and ,y car really didn't die it just wouldn't start.
But my computer did crash and my scan disk went blank.
My car coughed and gagged and wouldn't turn over if it were pushed.
I banged in the steering wheel as I cried out "I hate this car".
I could smell the gas fumes and my eyes began to tear
My eyes could hear what my ears refused to see
Even Edgar Jones in New Haven knew that car wasn't going to start.
To make my day even better I missed the bus
My peeps from next door hooked me up with a ride
The warm day of agony
Came in like a dream and left the same
Well it would be a while before Jen Jen would drive her car again
A week later would be the first time the car would be driven
Mi Vida Loca
The air around it would sing a new tune and the car
would hum along with it,
This being the cars,
to walk alongside the clouds like a bird
leaving me to hear the motion
of my car dieing on me yesterday.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Yesterdays
New York is not that far from my heart,
More like Brooklyn.
And You
Chocolate Brown and tall
Melt in your mouth not in your hands
Fine!
I travel to enter your space,
The train is the only way to go
I remember the smell of your cologne,
When it was on me
Lingering around like a hug
Curve
Like a lasting memory lingers
The taste of your full lips
As you kiss mines
Reminds me of ripe melon
sweetened with honey
The salute you gave
Ever so gently
When it was time to get up,
Was all I ever needed.
Just to be next to you
Receiving a simple embrace,
The clock still chimes
In awe of our love
Exploring the spaces on me
That you know all to well
Using the stairs to get to my heart
You climb
To the peak to you go
Relishing at your awaited victory
Your great climactic scene.
Remembering
To ever so sweetly,
Set the alarm clock.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Hunger
Thinking of the complexity of the situation at hand,
Feeling a new passion awaken as you search for a way quench a thirst
A thirst that has been sated yet still leaves you thirsting for more
For hunger, for human touch
Anticipating another encounter when lips
touch hips and quiver escape unexpectedly...
drawing in quick breaths as you slide inside
the center of this love
seeing blues
reds
and green...
Fireworks begin as I come out of a trance like state
waiting for you to taste what has been offered...
Gushing as beautiful flickers
escape the tip of your tongue
leaving me exhausted yet craving you more...
Feeling a new passion awaken as you search for a way quench a thirst
A thirst that has been sated yet still leaves you thirsting for more
For hunger, for human touch
Anticipating another encounter when lips
touch hips and quiver escape unexpectedly...
drawing in quick breaths as you slide inside
the center of this love
seeing blues
reds
and green...
Fireworks begin as I come out of a trance like state
waiting for you to taste what has been offered...
Gushing as beautiful flickers
escape the tip of your tongue
leaving me exhausted yet craving you more...
I am
Making my way back home
Loving you even more now that ever
You love me flaws and all
You supply all of my needs
Take all the pain away
You are the beginning and the end
My Alpha and Omega
The sun wouldn't set without your doing
You turn sunshine to rain
But send a rainbow for me to revel in
You are the great I am
My way Maker
My counselor
My Prince of Peace!
Loving you even more now that ever
You love me flaws and all
You supply all of my needs
Take all the pain away
You are the beginning and the end
My Alpha and Omega
The sun wouldn't set without your doing
You turn sunshine to rain
But send a rainbow for me to revel in
You are the great I am
My way Maker
My counselor
My Prince of Peace!
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