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Just Because I Said I Do

Oh the woe, for woe is me,
I said, "I do" to a teacher-to-be!
I tried to marry my best friend,
Now strapped to him, I stand condemned.

I support him with my soulless jobs,
Counting beans with business snobs.
He sacrificed much time, unpaid,
Which I picked up and played the maid.

I followed him to this world's other end
To help his job search better fend.
We put our future plans on hold,
Which shrivel up as I grow old.

Stress puts me in a place of dread
As I lay sleepless in my bed
While horrors dance inside my head:

Will he ever get full-time work?
Where will we be next fall?
Tomorrow, will he get the call?
Will I ever get to meet the children in my dreams?
Will we ever get off this one-bedroom floor?
If only he...
If only...
If only...

And just as I begin to cry,
I stop myself, and ponder why...
Why endure the torture?

Because I love that man of mine
More than my words would dare define.
And why not do the world a favor?
To be the change, we must be braver
Than most who seek the ladder climb
Who care not but for their own time.

Why not contribute to the needed suture?
Why not invest in childrens' future?
He could be someone's liberation
As an educator of a generation.

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Phoenix Rising

A mysterious chamber lies hidden deep within;
Where fire breathing beasts skirmish, wreaking chaos,
And basilisks slither in a cesspool of mass confusion.
Facing the creatures of darkness is a daunting endeavor:
Neither easy nor comfortable,
Yet must be entered freely without fear.

To conquer them, I must realize 
The horrors lurking are shadows of myself.
What's worse-I'm addicted to them!
I have lived my life with them:
Collecting, integrating, twisting as I grow,
They are all I know-my hardened habits.
As I explore and expose them, I progress their putrefaction:
They wilt and rot, reduced to primal sludge.
In the cage of self deception, awareness is the key.

A crust of blooming mushrooms glows white,
Thriving on top of the black filth, feeding.
This is the sustenance of illumination and self discovery-
The transformation of darkness is the path to creation of light.
As seasons revolve-there is no spring without first winter,
So is there no enlightenment without the exposure and destruction of ignorance-
Continuous transmutation: I am my own Magnum Opus.

Until only my pure essence remains,
I choose what defines me: my choices define me.
Just as the phoenix ignites and is reborn from its own ashes:
Simultaneous self-destruction and recreation,
Proving immortality, obtaining ultimate wealth.
I shall pluck the golden snitch from Mercury's staff.

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What Does the Fox Say

Creeping slick as silk
Crimson foxes scour the night
Like screaming banshees.

Mom and pups scatter
Like fluffy roaches fleeing
When we peek outside.

Blub...

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Out of This World

You are cordially invited
To a party on the moon!
We’re not quite sure about the date,
But relatively soon!

In case you were wondering
About how you should dress;
Feel free to beam yourself aboard
In your futuristic best.

It’ll be light-years of fun,
We’ll have a cosmic ball!
We can all take selfies with the Earth
And make ourselves feel small.

It will last a lunar hour,
Which is 1.13 days.
It will be a first for earthlings,
A total blast in every way!

So if you think you’re brave enough
To party on the moon,
Our spaceship fits 500,
So RSVP soon!

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Husbands In Heaven Whose Wives Scold Not

There once was a husband named Craig
Whose wife made a breakfast of eggs,
          He complained they were runny
          And a waste of his money
And now his tail sits between his legs.

There once was a hubby named Clyde
Who had a young girl on the side
          Wifey came from work early,
          Saw Clyde with his girlie,
Now he lives in a doghouse outside.

There once was a man named Jasper
Whose marriage was filled with laughter
          There was equal respect
           Not a trace of neglect
And they both lived happily after.

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Fairy Daydreams

Among the flowers lazily lounging high above,
Bees hover and soar like pigeons,
Counting their precious treasures,
Delving in with rapturous delight.
Elongated pebbles are my benches,
Freckling the earth around me as I ponder.
Gigantic zinnias block the sun,
Hiding my fragile skin,
Inking the milky tones crimson.
Just as I begin to doze on my bed of rock,
Kids dash by my garden forest,
Laughter trilling like fragile wind chimes fills the air,
Moist and thick between warm velvet soil and
Nettings of vivid serpentine, jonquil, bittersweet, and cream
Overhead, filtering rays like a stained glass masterpiece.
Perfumed breezes wash over me,
Quiet as a hummingbird’s breath,
Refreshing as gardenia dew,
Sliding through my hair like loving fingers,
Through the leaves, causing them to rustle,
Uplifting me by my glistening wings,
Vanishing as easily as they manifest.
Watching closely from the ground,
Xylosma hedges safely guard
Youngsters playing in the yard
Zooming back and fourth and all around.

5 September 2014

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A Child's Christmas

Who is that big fat Santa man?
I’m not quite sure if I’m a fan,
He steals the cookies I leave out.
He judges me to cry and pout.
He watches me both night and day,
Just like that mean old NSA.
And does he even pay those elves,
Who make the toys and sit on shelves?
He’s not as jolly as he seems:
The mall is filled with children’s screams!
He pulls them up upon his lap,
But they don’t buy that “Ho Ho” crap!
Why does he hide in the North Pole?
Why does he give the naughty coal?
 And does he give the poor kids toys?
They need them most, those girls and boys.
Could he not give them food and bread?
‘Cause he can give them mine instead.
I fear for some he never came,
Some kids have never heard his name.
Why punish them for not believing?
I simply can’t find this relieving.
If he’s amazing like they say,
Why doesn’t he just make their day?
Why does he not show bad kids love?
Why not feed poor kids he hears of?
Why not show them that he exists,
Why not put them on his nice list?

12/27/13
Form: Reverse Trochaic Tetrameter

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Weighing the Unmeasurable

When love is weighed against a precious stone,
The diamond surely earns its flawless boast.
As cruel time eats flesh and powders bone,
The rock retains one form, outlasting most.

While love alone won’t even tip the scale,
The crowning jewels could own the world; 
While faith and loyalty can often fail,
The purity of gems can’t be unfurled.

Keeping love alive is an endeavor,
While a diamond’s luster never teeters.
Everyone knows diamonds are forever
Yet fragility makes love much sweeter.

White diamonds are reduced to common sand
While slipping in between my sweetheart's hands.

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The Holiday Hustle

12/26/13

Tis the season to perform the holiday hustle,
The dance of store to store shopping:
To the fluttering beat of wrapping papers’ rustle,
And lyrics of children dashing to Santa’s lap to confide,
In the spotlight of tiny beams of red and green on every tree;
To perform the prance of house to house, hopping
With the throbbing thud of cupid’s arrow under the mistletoe.
To gulp spicy eggnog, permitting the lips to wander free,
To hang crimson felt stockings by a crackling fire 
To dodge balls of white like comets of fresh fallen snow.
But, as vixens and bears: sneaking away from the blitz of winter’s side,
Snuggled up in a warm bed to hide,
A nap is the gift which I most desire.

-Nicole Rodriguez

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The Evil Duchess

The evil duchess of New York
Ate not but fancy pies of pork.
She scraped her knife, she scraped her fork;
She should have learned to use a cork,
Because a time ago in Maine,
She stuffed her face too full one night.
She gave her prince a jolting fright,
Left others writhing in delight,
To finally see her highness slain.