Through times of unbalance
We stand on weighty scales
Pondering each side
Which wins, which fails
The sun goes down each day
Like an anchor in the sea’s floor
We graciously abide with less, while needing more
Smiles of momentary bliss flow
Though not many deeply know
One reality from another
In the life of a strange mother
Trek through a Thought
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Menstruated Relevance
18 May 2014 4 Comments
It’s birth was a self-proclaimed excitement of newness from the very start
But what ejects from the mouth surely comes from the heart
I don’t know if you know that I happen to know
That seeds planted in the moment will flourish and eventually grow
Into a thing expected, but certainly not hoped for
Sometimes, we pray for a disengaged cap-off
Or a magical hinge which closes the door
On negativity, complaints, and unrealistic hopes for
Ungracious favor – amenities; those things realistically not in store
For you? Me? No!
When unable to take the heat, one must pack up and go
Inside of self to find and oust the true yet vicious culprit
The answer won’t be found inside a gurus spirit, nor a sanctimonious pulpit
The guru needs to breathe and the preacher has his own life
Which is also filled with possessiveness, the God complex, and strife
But as long as I know that I know what I do know
You too can learn this way to evade being tossed to and fro
Through the thick and profuse forest for that very tree
Which stands in your way, though you refuse to humbly look and see
Me
The one and only one who truly understands
The plight of a queen, the fight of a man
Through the blackness of our blood, sweat, and unceasing tears
Though none go with, we remain adhering for years
Coming out and going into the sweltering furnace of death’s hell fire
Toiling, blistering, and carrying the dead weight of an anvil’s desire
There is always an insidious calm before the impending storm
When she is weary, debased, and facing a hope forlorn
It is by pure faith that dreamed hopes will one day be one
Until then, this pillared woman’s work is now done
She patiently waits for that grand day of relief to finally arrive
When menstruated relevance cedes, lays down, and
For the time being
Dies
The Tempest
11 Apr 2014 8 Comments
The mind knoweth not
Where the heart doth go
As a lovesick breeze of eagerness
Carries it to and fro
Having no knowledge of where or why
That former blissful wind came
The mind is not at fault
Only life is to blame
For this tumultuous storm rising
Leaving sheer destruction in its path
And a desperate longing for peace
To replace that which razed from wrath
Whilst shards of glass crumble
Under thy very feet
Thou too dost tread
Upon reconstructable debris
Forgiveness is an everlasting mortar
Well mending fragments of a broken heart
The mind now knoweth whence it came
And surely now, where to start
Poem #16 – April
24 Apr 2013 1 Comment
This is poem #16, but as the actual date of this post is April 24, 2013 it is obvious that I am playing catch up. I have been sidetracked by my daughter’s TCAP testing (virtual school) in having to leave home for the week of April 22-25. The previous week was also full of to-dos that I could not avoid which pushed me into writer’s block. I seriously could not think of ANYTHING to write despite the fact that I was truly enjoying the NaPoWriMo challenge.
I am so far behind on my poems that it seems that I will not make it to the end of the month, but I am determined, because this week is also the week of my 20th anniversary. My husband nor I ever remember the exact day that we got married due to my once uncontrollable temper which caused me to angrily break the frame that encased our original marriage license minutes before ripping the license to shreds. We did later get a copy, but after all these years, who knows where that is? So each year during the last week of April, we just tell each other ‘Happy Anniversary’ – neither of us realizing or caring when the proper day has passed.
All I know is that 20 years have passed and it doesn’t feel like it so we must have done something right along the tedious road that we have traveled together…we also do not wear wedding rings because back then we were too poor to buy them and I just happen to be allergic to metal so in the beginning, all that mattered to me was the paper but that obviously didn’t last very long. I am writing this poem in honor of mine and my husband’s good and bad times…still kicking through it all!
There is no face like his
No smile can compare
To that of his
We are a pair
His strength overwhelms me
So does his gentleness
In my time of weakness
I can rest
We laugh at nothing
Also everything
It warms my heart
To hear him sing
His voice can be soft
And smooth as silk
sensuously tearing down
My contrary will
I can anger him
with my attitude
Even when I know I’m wrong
He refuses to be rude
Until he chooses to be
The tables turn
He can hurt my feelings
Blood boils, my heart burns
But as each day arrives
He never ceases to prove
That away from me
He will never move
This makes me proud
But sometimes not
During those episodes
When tempers run hot
Love and hate at once
I cannot fathom
Until I am overcome
By his never-ending passion
We look strange to others
Because we never hide
Unable to conceal
Love, anger, patience, pride
We care not
When others cannot see
That twenty years is well enough
To know where you want to be
Poem #7 – Moving
08 Apr 2013 Leave a comment

English: Lubnaclach in splendid isolation. It prompted me to think of the poem, Ozymandias, where Shelley says, Round the decay / Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare / The lone and level sands stretch far away (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Days in a daze
Life is a maze
Treading on grass blades
Direction unknown
Layer after layer falls
Bare is the heart that calls
Life stalls
Status alone
An outlook demure
A mind unsure
Faith is the cure
Live on
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