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I’ve always loved the color pink.
It is the color of ballerinas, barbie dolls, butterfly clips,
And other silly things like those.
Pink is cute
Pink is frilly
Pink is girly
Who would love this fragile color?
Certainly not a strong girl like myself.
Why don’t I like a strong color,
A mighty color,
A fearless color?
Why would I love the color of weak?
The color of soft?
The color of meek?
I do still love pink.
Pink clothes,
A pink rose,
Even a pink nose.
It lurks on the covers of my notebooks,
On my hairbrush,
Even my mouthwash is pink.
Although bolder colors call, I still always chose pink.
Why?
Because kindness is hard.
And because meekness takes strength.
Because living life in love is a choice.
Pink is the courage to be kind.
I've always loved the color pink.
Breath Of My Life
In the womb of time and life every breath I take could be
my last when I expire and exhale my last wind of change
~~ I Trust You ~~
First inspiration after having floated in my maternal cushion
exiting that safe placental place of centre attached to Mother
came pink naked forceful and screaming entering this world
thus Ilse Martha Gertrud Ida must have inspired me most
~~ You Gave Me life ~~
No breast milk for me as those were ‘modern’ times after
that awful war which could have made you bitter but soft
you were kind and nourishing kept me afloat in unconditional
~~ Love ~~
When depression hit you invited me into your life and sharing was
caring and we dispensed much more than melancholy genes when
you mended hippie jeans dreams and my bruises in the patchwork of
~~ Life ~~
I have your white wild flowing hair and your father’s bad eyes that
rebellious streak and silver highlights your sports and your passion
as you gave me direction tentative creation a questioning mind and
~~ Survival ~~
When you died and my soul buried under the duvet once more
you understood and forgave that I could not witness your final
journey I only mourned and attended from very afar and so close
~~ In Desperate Tears ~~
Thank you for loving and holding me and breathing with me through
a whirlwind of challenge and mist towards growth and compassion and
for letting me go finding own inspiration in my life so very attached
~~ To Your Heart ~~
A woman goes on a moonlit path
between twenty-four and zero hour.
She walks on the past
harboring enmity in her bruised heart
the heart that is torn to pieces by the many blowing winds.
She goes into the distasteful past
which has many holes caused from severe punishment she underwent,
and that is why no matter how much you stuff your fond memories
or how you pack your affections in it, they simply leak out.
While staring in the present lying between twenty-four and zero hour
through a convex lens formed by her tear, thereby magnifying present she sees, harsher and crueler than it might,
she sighs “no one to blame but myself,
it’s nothing but a bad karma.”
As the moon wanes in the west
the eastern sky becomes brighter with dawning sunlight.
Oh, the vicarious thrill of watching it unfold.
Something I could never do, I never had the courage.
Yet, there she stood, alone, a raven haired beauty
Silken strands of delicacy, caressing her shoulders
Something to exult, to worship, at least from afar.
And then he came in, as dashing as one would expect.
The chasm between dapper and dashing and
modest and mousy, too much to bridge.
No night club was dark enough to compensate
and so I just watched.
I watched him approach her, the impetus to do so
as natural for him as combing his wavy blond curls.
His dress and his manner clamored of opulence.
And yet, she seemed to resist.
Had she tasted this brand before.
Had she already been just another bauble
or conquest, meant only to adorn.
Embarrassed that she caught my gaze,
I turned, just as she smiled
Could it be that that such grace and beauty
could have an eye for me.
It was not mockery I saw in her grin.
Perhaps courage will find me yet
and lessons learned will ensure a thrill of my own.
I OPENED A DOOR
TO A PRIMITIVE WORLD,
AT THE VERY SAME TIME,
SOME KIND OF A BURROW
IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE,
SUCH A PLACE COULD EXIST.
THIS WAS THE FUTURE,
WITH A PRIMITIVE TWIST.
THEY'RE REALLY NOT PEOPLE,
BUT A LOT MORE LIKE SLAVES.
CONTROLLED AND CONDITIONED
BY FREQUENCY WAVES.
WITH NO SENSE OF LOGIC,
AND NO SENSE OF REASON.
THEY LIVE ON THE STREETS
REGARDLESS OF SEASON.
THEY MUMBLE AND GRUNT,
THEY'RE NOT UNDERSTOOD.
FROM MY POINT OF VIEW
THIS IS THEIR HOOD.
SKY SCRAPING BUILDINGS
ONE BLOCK AWAY.
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN,
WAS LIKE NITE AND DAY.
WITH THE PALM OF THEIR HAND ,
THEY'RE OPENING DOORS.
THEY ENTER AN ERA,
WHERE THEY COMPETE TO DO CHORES.
IT REALLY MAKES SENSE,
WHY THEY WON'T SPEAK A WORD.
EVERY SOUND
AND THOUGHT CAN BE HEARD.
THEY SUBMIT TO THE MASTERS,
AND NEVER COMPLAIN.
DO WHAT THEY'RE TOLD
BY THE MENTALLY INSANE.
PHYSICALLY ABUSED,
MENTALLY AS WELL.
APPEARS TO ME
THEY'RE LIVING IN HELL.
WHEN LEAVING THE OFFICE
THEY TAKE THEIR PRESCRIPTION.
WHAT TAKES PLACE AT THE OFFICE
HAS RULES AND RESTRICTIONS.
THEY'LL RETURN TOMORROW,
AS IF NOTHING IS WRONG.
BETWEEN THE HOURS,
THEIR MINDS ARE GONE.
THEY'RE LIVING IN HELL
ON THE COLD STREETS.
JUST ONE BLOCK AWAY ,
THEY'RE FEELING HELLS HEAT.
TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS.
LIKE NITE AND DAY.
WHEN THE OFFICES CLOSE
THE STREET PEOPLE PLAY.
OUT OF THEIR MINDS.
OUT ON THE STREETS.
REACHING NEW HIGHS,
AND INCREDIBLE FEATS.
WHEN THE MEDS WEAR OFF
AND THEY'RE READY TO SLEEP.
THEY MAKE THEIR WAY BACK,
TO THEIR SPOT ON THE STREET.
THIS IS A WORLD
THAT YOU'LL NEVER FORGET.
A FEW PEOPLE LIVE
MOST LIVE TO REGRET.
Michael E. Harris
11192022
Steam Train Troubles
Percival the steward of the train
Ordered foie gras and oysters too
But left them on the station platform like a fool
Wealthy customers will find this rather tedious
Trips from Switzerland to Germany can be quite mundane
There is plenty of coal though to keep the engine going
Steaming over rail and snow
Not too many murders are expected this go round
Business is much slower this time of year
Train travel lost its luster over time and customers as well
It is quieter with poorer clientele around
A handful of rich still occupy first class
Hang out about the open bar up there
Mr. Smith forgot his ticket
His wife is having an affair with Percival
The conductor wants them both arrested
For their blatant misconduct most unpleasant
Guns come out inside a tunnel entrance
Train covered sights and sounds inside the cab in there
When it exited, Percival was dead
Natural causes were to blame
With a bullet in his brain
Hundred dollar bills were scooped up from the floor
By witnesses who saw nothing but the trees outside
Steam engine rolled along the tracks as usual
Taking truth and reason with it through the snow
Created on 1/14/15 for Shadow Hamilton - “Railway Journeys” Poetry Contest
"Humor can alter any situation and help us cope at the very instant we are laughing." –Allen Klein
A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR BLUNTS THE SHARP BLADES OF REALITY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I lay on the table, a modern-day sacrificial lamb,
pillow cradling my head, a fortress of foam and fabric.
Then came Velcro, the sticky embrace of a high-tech straitjacket,
my legs and wrists secured like a reluctant burrito.
Into the tube I slid, a terrified astronaut on a mission,
the ceiling loomed, a metallic sky, almost kissing my nose.
I clenched my hands until they turned white pondering
“Is this what it feels like to be a sardine in a can?
The sounds began, a symphony of whirs and clicks,
the MRI’s own version of a pop concert—
I imagined it had a fan club, “Team Tube,” with its own T-shirts
while I lay there, a star in a very narrow universe.
I tried counting, “one, two, three.” But sigh…
my thoughts were spinning like socks in a dryer.
I imagined bystanders strolling by, pointing and staring.
“Behold! Look at the sweating patient in the tube!”
The minutes crawled, like a snail on a treadmill.
“Perhaps I should have brought snacks
or at least a good book.” But alas, I was tethered,
a captive audience to my own claustrophobic anxiety.
So I lay still, the sounds swirling,
I chuckled softly, because if this is life,
then I might as well enjoy the ride,
even if it’s a little cramped and a little weird.
After all, who needs a spa day when you can have an MRI,
a slow, relaxing rollercoaster ride into the belly of the beast.
Oh, the absurdity of my situation, and the irony of it all—
Here I was, a human pretzel, searching for sanity inside the MRI.
Then, suddenly, the whirring ceased, the ceiling pulled back.
I emerged, a superhero in a hospital gown,
Velcro stripped away, ready to conquer the world
with a newfound appreciation for open spaces.
Poem written for “A Good Sense Of Humor Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality Poetry Contest,” Natasha L. Scragg, sponsor, July 29, 2025.
A polite rain
joined me briefly
before heading uptrail
to leave me standing, alone,
in a suddenly steaming forest.
I wrote this on a hike in the Adriondacks to to Mt Marcy, the highest mountain in New York State. My Adirondack Guide indicated that Tahawus was the a first Nation (Iroquois ??) name for the mountain and it meant “cloud-splitter.” I decried that the mountain is now named "Mt. Marcy"after William L. Marcy, who as Governor of New York (1833-1839), authorized the geological survey that explored the area. I speculated that this is why there is so little poetry in our time.
However, a later Wikipedia search revealed that the name was likely never used by the aboriginal peoples of the area to refer to the mountain, and its meaning, may have no roots in any language.
~He Has Many Names~
(Trinet)
Jesus' name
Means "Saviour"
Jesus has long list of names
The Bible says that, it's true
Emmanuel, Christ,
Rabbi, Son
Of God.
Son of
David, Son
Of Man, and Prince of Peace,
Lamb of God,The Annointed One,
The Word,
I Am,
And more.
Lord of
Lords, Alpha
And Omega, and King of Kings,
Bright Morning Star, Lion of Judah,
All Jesus
Names. I
Believe it.
Dorian Petersen Petersen
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September.08.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
"The Trinet" is a poetry style that was created by Zion.
As the wind blows and doors open and close love pours from my heart into an unknown
location a constant fight against hatred as it tries to enter the emptiness in my heart its
slowly seeping in to the invisible cracks in my heart which are suppose to be sealed a battle
between good and evil is what I prefer to call it as my emotions jump up and down in a
undesirable manner leaving my body in shock confused and puzzled at what’s really going
on causing it to fight away good and evil leaving me virtually heart less being love and hate
retardant but occasionally things seem to make it thru but it always seem to be hatred end
of the totem pole which causes me to fight harder to block all things out for the unwanted
feel of evil and the want for love which there seems to be none around leaving me heartless
emotionless and with a frown wondering will love ever come around