Poet Introduction Poetry is my voice for change. I have 10 kids with my husband of 20 years. The poetry I write comes from books, movies, and most of all, from my life. Finally squeezed out of me by my nature like a long held breath.
Structures exist to hold hearts In a state of perpetual breakdown Wholeness keeps operating arts That resist the controlled shutdown While self-sabotaging shame Is the operational power
To what end is the end game? The end of hard questions Framed in churches, schoolyards Beyond podiums, soapboxes And office water coolers The end of new theories The prevention of new conventions Anything amounting to progress
Whatever implies imperfection Even innocent inventions Anything that stands out ...
Don't let your foolish pride get in the way today Take your lessons in stride No whimpering away don't say that really hurt all will know you are a wimp time to tuck in your shirt Don't you walk with a limp
Don't let a dumb sad song Make you shed even one tear We just knew it all along You are too soft, my dear
Put mask on, voice steady Prep your witticism Don't talk unless ready to face criticism while you laugh it all away You are only lazy in bed if you cannot face the day Only...
Back in the day just a wee lilí thing Not boy or girl, a tiny thing Plaything with no identity Beyond the slack in the puppet strings And all the time just dreaming of using wings Until owning the freedom to be no mere plaything Looking up to answers from praying Through floods of salty panicked tears Anointing an angel on the wings Passionís fire makes plaything no more Burning off the puppet strings To serve those holy angel wings
You know your calling Your gifts among men If you stop falling ...
I should have had that video call One recorded call to settle all If only she had seen my face Truth written all over the place She would never have doubted my word Suspicion the reason truth is blurred
Micro expressions Over wordy confessions The faces tells all With a recorded phone call
I wish even knew what she struggles to believe The truth can be so strange to perceive
I give birth like a bullet train Last birth, only one shout of pain
Ten kids seems so unlikely too All born at home -...
It's a force of nature Do you think I can resist? Do you think me immature In this claim that I insist? I am not immune yet I persist
Your rip current of woe Drags me helplessly along Do you think I can resist? Cannot sing a different song Caught up in your sad tune Yet I persist
As I brush my face on sand In the madness of your riptide I feel the warmth of your hand I know I will breathe at the topside Caught up in your riptide Taking me for your ride Can't resist the riptide ...