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Poet Introduction
Poetry is my voice for change. I have 12 kids with my husband of 22 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.
Restore my Wasted Terrain
As above
so below
There was a
microscopic
war in heaven
as we observe
News-fantasy-tv
A demon
was cast down
from my heaven
Germaphobia
hands tied and
falling from
a slippery slope
An Angel of terrain
Thessalonica
arose with
wholistic healing
upon the feathers
of her fruited plain
She restores my health
again
so below
There was a
microscopic
war in heaven
as we observe
News-fantasy-tv
A demon
was cast down
from my heaven
Germaphobia
hands tied and
falling from
a slippery slope
An Angel of terrain
Thessalonica
arose with
wholistic healing
upon the feathers
of her fruited plain
She restores my health
again
#science
#nature
#healing
221 reads
2 Comments
Groveling Grandiosity
Jacob wrestled an Angel
I wrestled men
with tiny questions
and a quavering voice
So vast and so mighty
yet somehow constrained
in earthquake
thunder and lightning
yet with a whisper
I speak
and you listen
I wrestled men
with tiny questions
and a quavering voice
So vast and so mighty
yet somehow constrained
in earthquake
thunder and lightning
yet with a whisper
I speak
and you listen
#love
214 reads
3 Comments
Are You a “Gain of Function” Experiment?
Where’s your carrot?
the reason for your
“Fauci-Ouchie”
Your jab experiment
paid foremost
by sinister monsters
in drunk-tank pink
sneering at poor lies
and sad dupes
Where’s the freedom?
the one that
they promised
was “to die for”
oozing from the end
of a needle
like the end
of your life
as you sign away
your medical privacy
in the 14th Amendment
under FBI threats
and color of law
Are you a lab-bat?
is that why they
fear to let you
mingle...
the reason for your
“Fauci-Ouchie”
Your jab experiment
paid foremost
by sinister monsters
in drunk-tank pink
sneering at poor lies
and sad dupes
Where’s the freedom?
the one that
they promised
was “to die for”
oozing from the end
of a needle
like the end
of your life
as you sign away
your medical privacy
in the 14th Amendment
under FBI threats
and color of law
Are you a lab-bat?
is that why they
fear to let you
mingle...
#corruption
#war
#pandemic
449 reads
4 Comments
Spermers and Wombdolls
New names for
old constructs
Women and men
are no different
than they feel
about themselves
while some were born
having attributes
they still identify with
and could be labeled by
of their own choice
So let women be women
and men be men
but let breeders
with their sex parts
choose their names
uniquely
we are wombdolls
and spermers
we make babies
together
old constructs
Women and men
are no different
than they feel
about themselves
while some were born
having attributes
they still identify with
and could be labeled by
of their own choice
So let women be women
and men be men
but let breeders
with their sex parts
choose their names
uniquely
we are wombdolls
and spermers
we make babies
together
#motherhood
#family
#identity #fatherhood
#identity #fatherhood
498 reads
2 Comments
James Charles’ Disturbing Confession
Beyond the cute
doll-face facade
such dark secrets
perverse admissions
no one wanted
to find out was
for certain
hunting boy-children
I cannot scrub
my memory
as easily
as I can cancel him
May he fade
from search engines
doll-face facade
such dark secrets
perverse admissions
no one wanted
to find out was
for certain
hunting boy-children
I cannot scrub
my memory
as easily
as I can cancel him
May he fade
from search engines
#corruption
#disappointment
392 reads
1 Comment
Happiness or Something Else
Miserable
you count the ways
you can be mad
or maybe sad
Sow to the wind
reap the tornado
I realized
you cried for missed joy
but not to seek it
If you wanted happiness
you would sow it
whatever little seed
you could find
or gratitude
so I decided
I too, had a choice
teaching happiness
by example
making my antidote
instead of crying tears
It would do you good
to plant it
in your heart
you count the ways
you can be mad
or maybe sad
Sow to the wind
reap the tornado
I realized
you cried for missed joy
but not to seek it
If you wanted happiness
you would sow it
whatever little seed
you could find
or gratitude
so I decided
I too, had a choice
teaching happiness
by example
making my antidote
instead of crying tears
It would do you good
to plant it
in your heart
#happiness
393 reads
3 Comments
The Economy of Oppression
Saturated with
virtue signaling sellers
elites of academia
art, culture and
mainstream media
have made a killing
stuffing their pockets
to tales of woe
and now the market
is over-saturated
a princess wants to run
for president
after trauma from
the spotlight
and the Netflix
series she got the
spotlight for
Peddling her minority
to pass herself off ...
virtue signaling sellers
elites of academia
art, culture and
mainstream media
have made a killing
stuffing their pockets
to tales of woe
and now the market
is over-saturated
a princess wants to run
for president
after trauma from
the spotlight
and the Netflix
series she got the
spotlight for
Peddling her minority
to pass herself off ...
#corruption
#oppression
#politics
#racism
#deception
508 reads
4 Comments
The Slavery Chains Called Master
Branded by rewritten
history books
scarred by labels
never lived
your language denied
in chains of names
like “master”
your voice gagged
dehumanized
gifts you gave
branded as debt
or worse yet
a brazen theft
the pirate power
blinds your eyes
with a victim
narrative
You’ve never been
the oppressor
Yet with words
like “master”
Your slavery
is complete
What...
history books
scarred by labels
never lived
your language denied
in chains of names
like “master”
your voice gagged
dehumanized
gifts you gave
branded as debt
or worse yet
a brazen theft
the pirate power
blinds your eyes
with a victim
narrative
You’ve never been
the oppressor
Yet with words
like “master”
Your slavery
is complete
What...
#oppression
492 reads
6 Comments
Breaking the Lie on Our Bonds
Let the oppressed go free
is not a hex
on the free markets
It’s a key
to more abundant means
for all who want to reap
It does not break
the bonds
of truthful equity
There is no slave
from thin air
but from equity
is not a hex
on the free markets
It’s a key
to more abundant means
for all who want to reap
It does not break
the bonds
of truthful equity
There is no slave
from thin air
but from equity
#money
#freedom
400 reads
2 Comments
Every Mother is a Pope
To keep house
is a diocese
just as every
mother is a shepherd
there is no higher order
than to raise the little lambs
which is why others
want to take the job
and shuttle
them to school
in such a manner
as to ignore
her papal authority
is a diocese
just as every
mother is a shepherd
there is no higher order
than to raise the little lambs
which is why others
want to take the job
and shuttle
them to school
in such a manner
as to ignore
her papal authority
#religion
379 reads
3 Comments
Poetry That Never Finds a Poem
In a non-zero sum
gamer of life
tokens of poetry
flow through the system
without exiting
teasing in fragments
Not a true writers block
and yet writer be blocked
...all the same
Is it fair to say
that such things
can exist this way
forever...
in a non zero sum game?
gamer of life
tokens of poetry
flow through the system
without exiting
teasing in fragments
Not a true writers block
and yet writer be blocked
...all the same
Is it fair to say
that such things
can exist this way
forever...
in a non zero sum game?
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
413 reads
1 Comment
We Might Have Strength for Today
Sometimes a soul
is like a beaten donkey
unable to speak
for itself
until the bitter blows
are near too much to bear
Sometimes we all
must wonder
at what point
is too much
too much to take
but if that point is passed
the spirit will escape
yet until that point
for all around
we must fight for life
and love and friends
If peace does not
evade us
it will be
all the better
and we’ll linger
many, many days
is like a beaten donkey
unable to speak
for itself
until the bitter blows
are near too much to bear
Sometimes we all
must wonder
at what point
is too much
too much to take
but if that point is passed
the spirit will escape
yet until that point
for all around
we must fight for life
and love and friends
If peace does not
evade us
it will be
all the better
and we’ll linger
many, many days
#strength
398 reads
7 Comments
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