Stress History Poems

I may not be everyone's cup of tea
That I never invited anyone around to try
If you ever had the chance to meet me

You may not...

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“Doing what you love is freedom. Loving what you do is happiness.”
 Lana Del Rey


Happiness with peace for the masses comes sporadically,
And at times it...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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Could chronic stress,
like sleep deprivation,
noise and light and air pollution
also derive
by avoiding barely still alive
high-risk trauma messes?

Sometimes sadly beginning
prior to economic and political puberty

Including multi-generational...

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III.
“Eagle Vision says since his own son died
he’s felt a hollow no raiding can fill,
that men should be fathers, pass their wisdom
to adopt you as...

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...He saw his prize slipping away,
his future he now found in doubt,
had to make sure whoever came
would perish, and never walk out.

He had a compound...

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...Back went his friends, facing the great onslaught,
they went to the fort, its safety they sought,
but the French took their time, did not give chase,
began...

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"Safety", UnWasted

First, they told you; "it's for you"
Next, they told us; "It is for those you love"
Now, they tell us, who to blame
When will you...

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A white dress 
a figure at rest
The grace of the west
A white dress
Elegant and built to impress
A white dress forlorn and driven apart
An empire in...

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Calamity Jane the adventuress,
Lived and died hard under stress.
She could drink, smoke and shoot,
Out rode most galoots,
Men had to admit she's the best.

Calamity had a...

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Return from Egypt
Matthew 2:19-23

After the Christ’s left for Egypt, where they avoided King Herod,
For five whole years, because in the fifth year Herod simply died,
Mary...

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Here he stands, Edwardian vogue, sometimes with his spats, 
sometimes with his brogues below his dungarees. With rounded collar points and tie, and jacket donned...

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A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community,
Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history.
But when I stepped into a world where brown...

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There was a fiddler, back in eighty-three,
a young fellow who called himself Monty,
wasn’t much of a worker, that is no lie,
but oh, how fast his...

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SELLING      LIVES.    

Friday is free display day
For the old, the poor,
Plastc sheets spread over rain-filled  
Paths...

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