Long Bratty Poems

I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug...

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-	Written August 11, 2018

Exhausted, you're playing as a suicidal victim once more
Confusion sucked me dry all the more to the deep core
Thaw me like frozen ground beef…
Give me some microwaving relief

Hate the actions you make...

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Who were you today, 
at your best moments?

Grouchy hermit
already missing quality dream times
and rhythms
when chimes greet pre-light's crust frosty dawn,
to get Yang, then Yin, up and out of our sangha,
ready to enter their own daytime...

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My Velvet Princess

As I dry these tears unbidden such a sad anniversary again claims my existence 
She’s gone; the light of my heart and song of my now desolate soul transcended to a place 
beyond...

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Gliding gracefully, “G” came into my life.
Tall, lean, studious, specky guy.
His attitude was just too high!
He would never look eye to eye.
In a few months, we were cutie pies.
He told me, “He likes me, though...

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Fading From The Light


Into this darkness, I thought I was free. Could you count the minutes of joy I had now there gone never again will they come back.
Now I’m burning from the tears that...

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Hand in hand, under the trench.
Always sitting, on the same bench.
Class one - till twelfth, he was all mine.
Both of us always on cloud nine!
Mornings in the school and evenings under the sky.
Aww! we were...

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Happy , there was a time when I was happy,
I am not going to make this sappy,
But I have to write what comes to mind,
And hope it does it with a rhyme.

Now you know who...

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Just a few years back……
Beady doe eyes, lips beautiful lilac,
Dimpled chubbiest little cheeks,
Awesome twin ponies, the cutest chic!
There sat my mom with her friend, rhyming alphabet.
Swinging legs in black ballerina shoes, pretending to be alert.

Just...

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Hey poor boy from the far 80s 
Was it 16 or 17 when you got stuck?
You dug a hole so deep and fell in it.
Agreed it was warm , protective 
except that your whole adulthood...

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I woke up feeling better today, 
in a post-trauma kind of way.  

This prompts me to give priority to gathering notes 
with supporting documents
from my previous 
nonviolently communicating
life.

And, of course, 
to baking for our...

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The down side of monotheistic patriarchalism
is EitherNature/OrSpirit fundamentalism 
LeftBrain's tendency to ignore
polyculturally cooperative wealth optimization.

The weakness of climate pathology risks
is also the stength
of green ecotherapeutic climate opportunities.

Problems of pathological mental disease
are also potential integrities
of more...

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Am I doing this just to create drama
Or am I doing doing this to face the trauma
of years deep in the trenches of fears

not quite in space to deal with crazy
and my avoidance manifests as...

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So, Mr. Easter Egg, what's it like being you?
 
Well, you know, it's not easy being me. 
In fact, it pretty much sucks.
 
And why is that Mr. Easter Egg?
 
Well, because I want to...

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One day I delivered a poem
one that seemed to be premature
so I swaddled her up
and set her aside
to grow 'til I felt reassured

How she yowled and howled for attention...
how she cried so piteously!
How she coughed...

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RAINBOW COLORED CAMOUFLAGE

Mood ring changes blue, green, black
from childhood to…well I dye my hair so you can’t tell.

My high school diary reads as black gloom, a steady diet
Of negative emotion…bratty if I must say.

My slim...

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I’m just a lazy and  c r a z y  pussycat, 
proud to be sassy, pampered and fat-
BANDIT'S my name, 
and I’m to blame,
for falling asleep while I sat. 
I’m world  r...

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Broken down and hollow, up on the shelf.
 I'm scared and ashamed, up here by myself.
Dreams of you holding me, are all I know.
 I feel you enter the room, a hateful sneer is what...

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I drew a sweet faerie girl with a half acorn hat
Then I swept horrible kitchen floor in three seconds flat
On a roll now, I wrote a number of banal, boring poems
All to avoid a bossy,...

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Leaving work for home, my job stress still fizzled.
The long drive included bratty rain drizzle
and windshield blades needing my constant fiddle.
My stress spittled as rush hour drizzle-tripled.
Some driver's fingers waved from their hand’s middle
but I...

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Cindi! Cindi!
Wipe your tears, Cindi!
You’ve been given no rights.
Somewhere life made a wrong turn.
Your heart is made of glass.
Your reputation shattered,
when dear, old daddy, departed.

She wasn’t a princely wife.
She brought her bratty baggage,
tolerated your twinkle-eyes...

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Sometimes it feels easier to throw my younger generation
in with my older generation
and walk away,
as quickly as possible,
without drawing undue attention to my own eagerness
to disappear into blues of love's last kinder memories.

I wonder why
it...

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Though absolutely insured because of family’s opulence
We can’t verily buy a bed guaranteed to give peace-prevalence.

Though our financial records show investment’s gain
Our health so stressed complains of physical pain.

Though we press toward heights of being...

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You’re so bourgeois,
it ain’t materialistically funny
You’re so smug, lady LaDeda — 
you’re a maven for making money
Always turning your nose up,
and looking down 
at poor, working class people
Thinking you’re better than most everyone else 
because...

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O, this year Santa Claus was so naughty.
He was rude and selfish, crude and haughty.
So when he came down the chimney on Eve,
I snuck coal in his boot while climbing down. 
I tucked it gently...

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