pressure to conform
prissy Dorothy liked dresses
impractical though
burned rear on park bench
showed pink panties in the wind
she favors slacks now
Categories:
dorthy, fashion,
Form: Senryu
Clouding my thoughts
you drive my imagination wild
I guess you could say you give me "wild thoughts"
I'm trying to pull myself out of this whirlwind of bliss.
It's great but I must get back to reality.
i'm Dorthy and you're my Oz.
you're the kerosene that fuels my fire
and this is way too hot to handle.
I'm living in a sea of emotion and I know i'm gonna drown.
I do this all time, when am I going to learn?
I wish i could calm this storm in my brain.
I feel it will make me insane, and you already drive me crazy.
Categories:
dorthy, beautiful, confusion, crush, for
Form: Free verse
Alice wasn't the only one to wake up to a wonderland.
I find myself walking through scenes miss construed with illusions , wanting to believe but I still cant understand.
making plans at tea parties with close friends but together we could never follow through.
most of the time I would notice mistakes made because I didn't take my time when it seemed like time was always on the move.
rather then eating something that could define my size ,I would find myself belittling myself with thoughts of a broken heart shrinking all appetites.
if only I could click my heels together three times with a thought that "there's no place like home" .
to imagine if every time you lost your way in life there would always be a yellow brick road.
Categories:
dorthy, change, deep, desire, dream,
Form: Didactic
I read the title as
U - nite- as
three syllables - hard I
And I marveled that a female poet would
write of U Johnny
and looked hurriedly down the page
hoping to read
Of your years leading the Colts
(who were in Baltimore then)
on gimpy knees and guts
when a player
who had it
had balls
not a multi-million $dollar$ contract,
a side deal with a shoe company and....
and of the anger as you
were pushed from the color commentary
by younger has-beens
and sank into muddle-aged oblivion
However, I misread the title
uni - tas
two syllables - soft I
An homage to Aiende and Chile
a democratically elected socialist government
ousted by a CIA-backed military coup
to maintain control over strategic copper
but those days are over
and today the country
produces wonderful, cheap wine
and farmed fish
So I wrote this poem
for U
Written sometime in 1977-1978 on reading Dorthy Livesay's poem from Ice Age - which can be found here
http://envoifound.com/envoi-poetry-festival/poets-dead-or-alive/dorothy-livesay-october-12-1909-december-29-1996/
Categories:
dorthy, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Crock! Crock!!
Fredi leaps up and down the mud
Raindrops raindrop hovers the wand
At fall ha ease off on a weed beside the ponds
Tomorrow mt be chill I feel the bond
Quack! Quack!!
Dorthy floats along the river
How cold comes the hamattern, she don’t seem to shiver
Should all earth be streams of silver
it wouldn’t stop that period of motherly warmth
tweet! Tweet!!
Helen flops above the garden
Oh no! stop dreaming, this sparse cant be hidden
Not when its area cannot be re-written
Yet perching she wont stop singing
Oh! No!!
Man moves here and there
Memories, feelings and love he wants to share
No matter how fast as a hare
Your butt should for a while stick to a chair
It really shows you care.
Categories:
dorthy, adventure, anxiety, body, career,
Form: Free verse
If only there was a wizard
like Dorthy payed a visit.
If only for our wishing.
A far off land exquisite.
An emerald palace standing.
A place for all to come.
Along a yellow brick road
followed down by some.
A path into a city
where all the dreamers go.
A million tiny munchkins
surrounding you for show.
An Oz home to a wizard.
A great and powerful Oz.
A man to answer questions.
Dreams worthy of their cause.
A place where witches bicker
and evil's fought with water.
Where broomsticks are for flying
and monkeys for the slaughter.
A good witch keeping secrets.
Her wand for waving greetings.
And knowing ruby slippers
means home and not for fleetings.
Categories:
dorthy, character, child, childhood, children,
Form: Quatrain
Woke up this morning thoughts scrambled like eggs.
Feeling like there are so many things I've missed in life.
The big picture I saw once husband, child, house with the white fence.
Just a fairytale
Life in the distance.
Starting to fulfill my dreams as a writer living it up what a joke.
Futher away with every step.
Life in the distance
wishing like Dorthy in oz to just go home.
Get off the rollcoaster ride that right now is my reality.
Life in the distance
for real or fake?
How much more disappointment must I take.
Pure and simple
Life in the distance
The one I pray for every night the good side of
Life in the distance.
Categories:
dorthy, black african american, confusion,
Form: I do not know?
Why did she have to go away
Why did she leave all of us
I wish she was here so we can stop crying
She was the best grandma that anyone can have
when my cousins and I was young when she would bake a cake she would
always let us lick the spoon
She was so funny even when she wasent trying to be funny
Now she is looking down on all that know her and love her
When she first held her great grandson my son the look in her eyes she felt joy
and happyness and that he is still in her heart even though she is in a better
place
I miss her so much I still feel the pain in my heart but it will get better
I am glad she has no more pain..
She will live on in our hearts and we will never forget her
Her life did not end it is just beginning.
For MY Grandma Dorthy Purcell RIP AND I LOVE YOU
Categories:
dorthy, death, familyheart, heart, love,
Form: ABC