Long Counselors Poems

I am exhausted by bad government excuses to avoid responsibility
and I am, today, sick with excuses to avoid my own responsibility,
well within the bounds of my self-governing authority:

"I'm just a mortal human. I make mistakes.
I...

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DT2 came to me, unwillingly and clandestinely,
only because he was referred by his mother,
who was concerned that he was growing up and out
to become an ego-terrorist,
and she had heard of my feminist work as ecotherapist--
so...

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After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins strange behavior...

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I’ve Been So Lucky in Life! (1&2)
(Only Raped 5 Times Metaphorically)

Poem’s Introduction
My poetry has always been about transparency. It’s about letting go of an effort to be liked by others, and allowing others to gravitate...

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To faith communities
and fraternities,
brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
and sororities,
local non-profits
and friendly neighborhoods,
mediators
and counselors,
cooperative associations,
trauma-informed learning theorists
and practitioners for resilient
mind/body peace,

Do not deceive yourselves.
Continuing to gaze and daze 
on a monotonous monocultural path

Disassociating 
internal v external
navel v social 
my...

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In a tribal life where beauty and desire intertwine
like celestial bodies in an eternal dance,
those who shone with outward grace,
man or woman, found themselves in the waves of passion,
their nights a symphony of carnal delights,
their...

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Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes...

Childhood campy chimera curtain call
subsequently hinting (based on accuweather)
the approach of blizzard squall
so burrow under quilted cover y'all
until warm temperatures arrive when springtime
ushers social media platforms 
buzzfeeding earthlinked instant karma 
jump/kickstarting linkedin...

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Learning disabled, hopelessly unemployed
Troy can't write the address for his next interview.
Warehouse stock, 331 Tiffany Street, in the Bronx.
His girlfriend, Trinity, also unemployed,
with one child by Troy. She's more resourceful
but doesn't realize it. For one...

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He thought they could build
a healthier multinational corporation.

She felt we could grow
a wealthier multicultural
sacred cooperative network.

He led a hierarchical Council
for World Class Communities.

She bled and blended sacred incorporated cooperatives:
Green STEAM neighborhood cafes,
Green STAG (science, technology,...

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In part one we addressed the facts that any amount of money raised by the BDS regardless of nation gets funneled into Iran. Portions of their ill gotten money ends up in the hands of...

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Walter Branham, a retired teacher, and his wife Victoria went to Applebee’s, the chain restaurant, for lunch one day last week. First time they had gone there. Usually they go to an ethnic restaurant but...

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“I've learned some INCREDIBLELY valuable lessons that have been crammed into a two week period. The biggest one was: NEVER expect for someone to appreciate your heart! I won’t turn bitter because I’ve always enjoyed...

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Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.

You, with your wisdom and...

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Dear Mama
I'm older now and so much has changed
I miss you don't get me wrong
but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
and I can't even tell you to your face
so I'm writing because...

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I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed.
For any occasion that could arise…she had a hat to set atop her head.

Moms of today are different…often they go out with...

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Dear Molly, 
For you, I feel nothing but anger, contempt, and disdain, because you made me believe that you were the cure for all my psycho-emotional pain. I surrendered my heart and my soul to...

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Little children slip and get hurt sometimes, in their daily play.
Mine was worse than others… he’s All Boy they would always say.
Not a comforting thought… when my little love, would do it all again.
Frustrations and...

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In deep nights, when the moon weeps its shadow on the windows of the soul,
My thoughts slip along the thin thread of trust, woven from spider silk and shattered dreams.
The eyes of the world, opaque...

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In times encrypted on the membrane of the universe, beneath the cold veil of unknown realities,
Humanity, with eyes welled with tears of questions, will gradually unravel the mystery from symbols.
A thick curtain of incomprehensibility will...

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Jobs 3:1-26
Let the day perish on which I was born,
    and the night that said,
    ‘A man is conceived.’
 Let that day be darkness!
    May God...

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Let the day perish on which I was born,
    and the night that said,
    ‘A man is conceived.’
 Let that day be darkness!
    May God above...

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They think everything is perfect when the baby's out.
But the Dads so messed up he should be in a crazy house.
The dad doesn't take part in his children's lives.
But in his children's eyes, He drinks...

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Abounding in seemingly infinite activities for actualization
Bards are we, bestowed with busyness beyond poetry writing’s best
Chores of caring await like being coaches, cheerers, counselors
Duty-bound, we can do these or that and such with diligence…
	
Earnest in...

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Faster than a speeding bullet & 
into the world she came,

                        ...

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It All Started With A Parade

All walks of people crowding the streets 
Like moving vessels of a mighty fleet. 
Jolly Diana, a wake-up call at dawn; 
A throng is gathered down the town. 

Cadets go...

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