Submissions by Heaven_sent_Kathy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th Apr 2019 6:13pm
10th Apr 2019 6:13pm
Risen From A Hunger
For in a time, when everywhere,
the child I was took comfort in
the dangers stalking, hunting us,
my kind, at every turn it chose.
Was where I found a solace in
the tribal rites, lord of the flies,
as bitter herbs I passive ate
because my hunger was so great.
Picked for my lack of size and years,
the tirade with the herbs which had
beleaguered spirit, start to trust
the pain one day would turn the tide.
Approval from humiliate
increase in skill & strength & size
to show the path on which I’d walk.
In this...
the child I was took comfort in
the dangers stalking, hunting us,
my kind, at every turn it chose.
Was where I found a solace in
the tribal rites, lord of the flies,
as bitter herbs I passive ate
because my hunger was so great.
Picked for my lack of size and years,
the tirade with the herbs which had
beleaguered spirit, start to trust
the pain one day would turn the tide.
Approval from humiliate
increase in skill & strength & size
to show the path on which I’d walk.
In this...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019
#KahlilGibran
676 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2019 12:00pm
9th Apr 2019 12:00pm
Steerage: Notes of an Online Journal
Steerage”
So the first thing that came to mind,
I don’t mean to sound facetious,
I wanted to go back in time
Long before I was a vision.
To the day my people set sail,
Heading out a channel to sea.
Though they hid in steerage below;
That year, in the land of the free.
‘Twas all they could think of aside
All sick as the ship cast about.
Were they able to live the dream,
Would the generations have doubts.
I’m shaking my head in a daze,
It was like I was really there.
I felt the high surge of the...
So the first thing that came to mind,
I don’t mean to sound facetious,
I wanted to go back in time
Long before I was a vision.
To the day my people set sail,
Heading out a channel to sea.
Though they hid in steerage below;
That year, in the land of the free.
‘Twas all they could think of aside
All sick as the ship cast about.
Were they able to live the dream,
Would the generations have doubts.
I’m shaking my head in a daze,
It was like I was really there.
I felt the high surge of the...
#family
#identity
#SelfReflection
#historical
#NaPoWriMo2019
470 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Apr 2019 11:51am
9th Apr 2019 11:51am
Abacus: Notes of an Online Journal
Abacus”
So the fantasy pulled up short,
And I went back to hating boys.
And I wasn’t in love with life,
Like a desert tortoise, I hid.
I dropped out of college to think,
To be by myself for a while.
And just like an abacus, count
How many things left I could be.
To scuba dive the coral reefs,
Try trucking the outback of Oz.
Do a shout out on Diamond Head,
Walk the Great Wall of China, once!
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
So the fantasy pulled up short,
And I went back to hating boys.
And I wasn’t in love with life,
Like a desert tortoise, I hid.
I dropped out of college to think,
To be by myself for a while.
And just like an abacus, count
How many things left I could be.
To scuba dive the coral reefs,
Try trucking the outback of Oz.
Do a shout out on Diamond Head,
Walk the Great Wall of China, once!
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
#memories
#LifeGoals
#SelfDiscovery #NaPoWriMo2019
#SelfDiscovery #NaPoWriMo2019
472 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Apr 2019 10:15am
8th Apr 2019 10:15am
Riding Lessons: Notes of an Online Journal
Riding Lessons”
Couldn’t get enough of William;
His sonnets were my obsession.
Lunches & breaks but no weekends,
When I started riding lessons.
That was part of the fantasy,
Dressed in jodhpurs & boots all day.
Did a brisk canter by the quay
While quoting Othello away.
A quiz that l hoped was my last,
To see how I’d rate was the key.
When timed, I asked if I will pass,
He stalled, “To be, or not to be.”
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Couldn’t get enough of William;
His sonnets were my obsession.
Lunches & breaks but no weekends,
When I started riding lessons.
That was part of the fantasy,
Dressed in jodhpurs & boots all day.
Did a brisk canter by the quay
While quoting Othello away.
A quiz that l hoped was my last,
To see how I’d rate was the key.
When timed, I asked if I will pass,
He stalled, “To be, or not to be.”
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
#school
#memories
#SelfReflection
#WilliamShakespeare
#NaPoWriMo2019
509 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2019 4:34am
7th Apr 2019 4:34am
Minnow: Notes of an Online Journal
Minnow”
Yes I sure did, I hated boys.
Since before puberty they came,
dog-piling on my female parts.
like sharks dry-humping a minnow,
dragging me thru’ an ocean deep
in a tank in the garage with
body parts of Ken and Barbie,
scarring me how I would always
compare the female form to mine;
concave when I shoulda protruded.
But no matter how I looked, or
if I was shaped like a bread stick,
wore pigeon-toed corrective shoes,
had a double part in my hair...
my own ‘summer of...
Yes I sure did, I hated boys.
Since before puberty they came,
dog-piling on my female parts.
like sharks dry-humping a minnow,
dragging me thru’ an ocean deep
in a tank in the garage with
body parts of Ken and Barbie,
scarring me how I would always
compare the female form to mine;
concave when I shoulda protruded.
But no matter how I looked, or
if I was shaped like a bread stick,
wore pigeon-toed corrective shoes,
had a double part in my hair...
my own ‘summer of...
#school
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019
503 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Apr 2019 1:22pm
5th Apr 2019 1:22pm
Rebel: Notes of an Online Journal
Rebel”
I survived my
childhood
back then,
having the rep
of a badass.
But I wasn’t one,
I kept still.
I wanted to play
chess,
draw and paint.
All thru’ my
teenage rebel years
my grade scores
tanked,
I didn’t care
and didn’t wash.
I had become
a biker chick
which didn’t count,
‘cause I wasn’t
into sex yet,
and it was only
a scooter.
Came
junior college,
that was “IT”—
I grew
my hair long,
took art class.
The...
I survived my
childhood
back then,
having the rep
of a badass.
But I wasn’t one,
I kept still.
I wanted to play
chess,
draw and paint.
All thru’ my
teenage rebel years
my grade scores
tanked,
I didn’t care
and didn’t wash.
I had become
a biker chick
which didn’t count,
‘cause I wasn’t
into sex yet,
and it was only
a scooter.
Came
junior college,
that was “IT”—
I grew
my hair long,
took art class.
The...
#men
#teens
#school
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
458 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2019 8:21pm
4th Apr 2019 8:21pm
Stinky Boy: Notes of an Online Journal
Stinky Boy”
Then I had a reputation,
So all the kids would play with me
Cause they didn’t want to be hurt,
Tho’ one boy wanted a black eye!
I made that stinky boy sit down,
And then took a purple crayon
And drew a bruise under one eye,
‘N I blacked out both his front teeth.
What I just wrote reminded me —
When I was ages three and four,
I’d eat blue clay in nursery school.
Don’t think I’ll tell you anymore.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
Then I had a reputation,
So all the kids would play with me
Cause they didn’t want to be hurt,
Tho’ one boy wanted a black eye!
I made that stinky boy sit down,
And then took a purple crayon
And drew a bruise under one eye,
‘N I blacked out both his front teeth.
What I just wrote reminded me —
When I was ages three and four,
I’d eat blue clay in nursery school.
Don’t think I’ll tell you anymore.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
#childhood
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019
395 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2019 2:38pm
3rd Apr 2019 2:38pm
Dirty Words: Notes of an Online Journal
Dirty Words”
I’m not accustom as you think,
To let the readers of this site
Be privy to my day in ink
Of so much of my private life.
But not to fret, could’ve been worse,
It wasn’t anything that hurt.
No dirty words, I didn’t curse,
Or let them reach inside my shirt.
The other kids would roughly play,
And me, the newest to be led.
They’d push me back until one day
I threw a boy over my head!
I looked at him down on the grass,
His gang in shock they didn’t speak.
They picked him up to kick his...
I’m not accustom as you think,
To let the readers of this site
Be privy to my day in ink
Of so much of my private life.
But not to fret, could’ve been worse,
It wasn’t anything that hurt.
No dirty words, I didn’t curse,
Or let them reach inside my shirt.
The other kids would roughly play,
And me, the newest to be led.
They’d push me back until one day
I threw a boy over my head!
I looked at him down on the grass,
His gang in shock they didn’t speak.
They picked him up to kick his...
#childhood
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019 #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019 #DeepUndergroundPoetry
404 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2019 11:43am
2nd Apr 2019 11:43am
Peru: Notes of an Online Journal
Peru”
To me, there never was much need
To do daily reports beyond
The diary I used to keep,
This girl in grade school, as a rule.
About how bad I was at math,
And routing out my place in line,
And on a map I felt so sure,
I showed where I was born - Peru!
I didn’t know it wasn’t Palms,
I got the west coast part right tho’.
The rest of class was clueless too,
I didn’t stay late after school.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
To me, there never was much need
To do daily reports beyond
The diary I used to keep,
This girl in grade school, as a rule.
About how bad I was at math,
And routing out my place in line,
And on a map I felt so sure,
I showed where I was born - Peru!
I didn’t know it wasn’t Palms,
I got the west coast part right tho’.
The rest of class was clueless too,
I didn’t stay late after school.
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019
#childhood
#school
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
499 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2019 5:24pm
1st Apr 2019 5:24pm
Becoming A Poet: Notes of an Online Journal
Becoming A Poet"
I’m not sure just when it started
But I knew this would be the best part.
A feeling, being down hearted,
Was about to be rendered as art.
I don’t know where it had come from,
If it slid down a chimney one day.
Did it march in, beating a drum,
Were there children outside fit to play.
I’m not sure how it created
The inspiration deep within me.
I felt the muse had related,
And was ready to set my soul free.
I don’t know just why it turned on, ...
I’m not sure just when it started
But I knew this would be the best part.
A feeling, being down hearted,
Was about to be rendered as art.
I don’t know where it had come from,
If it slid down a chimney one day.
Did it march in, beating a drum,
Were there children outside fit to play.
I’m not sure how it created
The inspiration deep within me.
I felt the muse had related,
And was ready to set my soul free.
I don’t know just why it turned on, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
#NaPoWriMo2019
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
640 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
21st Mar 2019 1:47pm
21st Mar 2019 1:47pm
With My Eyes Closed
I don’t go outside
as often as I use to do
and over time
it looks like
I’ve brought it on myself
the way I feel.
When I think how
everyday
on summer vacation,
when the heat
made ghost rings
‘round the sun,
making the sand dunes
shimmer
like a mirage —
I’d run
barefoot in my sunsuit
down to the beach
from our
clapboard bungalow
that visibly tilted
slightly,
with a pail & shovel
to dig up
sand dollars,
and starfish dried stiff,
watching the...
as often as I use to do
and over time
it looks like
I’ve brought it on myself
the way I feel.
When I think how
everyday
on summer vacation,
when the heat
made ghost rings
‘round the sun,
making the sand dunes
shimmer
like a mirage —
I’d run
barefoot in my sunsuit
down to the beach
from our
clapboard bungalow
that visibly tilted
slightly,
with a pail & shovel
to dig up
sand dollars,
and starfish dried stiff,
watching the...
#teens
#sea
#sun
#beach
#memories
586 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2019 12:25pm
16th Mar 2019 12:25pm
Love's Temple
T is naught the beating orb
Of thine own blood-force,—
The honorarium goes hence
To a blithe spirit whence
All things imbued, in course.
Follow as thine essence own,
Embrace and is embraced;
To give free-rein and to chase
Where e’er it doth insatiate;—
To fly in such a mask belies
Yet closer to revealing.
As one who is a god,
That promises, concealing
Where else it is going;
Needing no direction,
No question, no answer,—
When all you know
You...
Of thine own blood-force,—
The honorarium goes hence
To a blithe spirit whence
All things imbued, in course.
Follow as thine essence own,
Embrace and is embraced;
To give free-rein and to chase
Where e’er it doth insatiate;—
To fly in such a mask belies
Yet closer to revealing.
As one who is a god,
That promises, concealing
Where else it is going;
Needing no direction,
No question, no answer,—
When all you know
You...
#love
#hope
#sacrifice
632 reads
6 Comments
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