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I play like a girl, I hit like a girl
You say I throw like a girl,
And when I run -- I run like a girl!
All that plus more, enjoy this one-size-fits-all
Who and what I want comes from being strong
Classy and fabulous, this is my song!
I've been told, cut to size
The world is dark and gray when life becomes an insult
Take heed when I speak my mind,
I am tough, outstanding, and beautiful!
Move ahead --- say it twice, I smell nice
A taste of Cool Water and Justice Perfume
I have a non-stop multitask fixation
As a woman, everything about me is hidden
Magic and alluring are the only joy you'll need
I'm empowered at this moment!
Endorsing Myself, with a certain sorta mystique
I deliver an independent will,
Don't ever underestimate my physique
I am a caregiver, a female who won't give up the fight
I remain firm and believe all women have equal rights
I walk and talk Like A Girl
Wearing heels breaking the sounds of Wedding Bells
I am, Mona's unforgettable smile, standing tall Like Miss Liberty
I am, Betsy America's #1 designer, I am you and full of life.
The sound in your eyes isn't listening!
You imagine I am weak -- not strong enough -- brave enough,
You call me different and difficult!
Still, you want my warmth -- my love -- my attention
I am not less, I am more
I am a woman -- I frown -- I cry -- I hurt and yell at the universe
Nevertheless, I make a difference, like a girl, I smile
A smile, never seen or felt before, both defined and undefined
Your heart will ask and implore for more
Like a girl, I'll drive you wild, looking pretty "You're In Love!"
My Self-confidence comes from who I am deep inside
Everything I've become follows the makeup on my face
Bare and nude, I am the Madonna flowering the mood
At the end of every day, I have one other thing to say
The Next Time You ask me to cook and clean
Because you think, I belong in the kitchen
You better believe I'm doing it my way
LIKE A GIRL
The green of summer gently yields its hold,
As England wakes to amber, rust, and gold.
A sudden chill infects the morning breeze,
And whispers briskly through the changing trees.
The morning mist hangs low upon the down,
And wraps in silk each sleepy market town.
Above the fields, the fractured sunbeams break,
To paint a golden path across the lake.
The ancient oaks that guard the country lanes,
Now drop their heavy, bronze-encrusted chains.
The acorns fall, the chestnuts split their shells,
While woodsmoke rises from the hidden dells.
Along the hedgerows, scarlet berries gleam,
Like crimson jewels caught within a dream.
The robin sings his solitary note,
A melancholy tune from feathered throat.
In hollowed ways where shadows love to hide,
The copper leaves are swirling side by side.
They dance in circles on the dampening earth,
A final waltz of beauty and of worth.
The rivers flow with slower, deeper grace,
Reflecting winter’s fast-approaching face.
Yet in this fading light, a magic dwells,
Enchanting mossy banks and rocky fells.
The churchyard yews stand solemn in the rain,
As yellow fields surrender all their grain.
The harvest gathered, and the barns filled high,
Beneath a pale and shifting northern sky.
And as the twilight pulls its curtain down,
And throws a violet cloak across the town,
The hearths are lit, the cozy parlors glow,
Defying winds that from the ocean blow.
For autumn here is not a sudden death,
But nature holding in her sacred breath.
A beautiful, prolonged, and golden sigh,
Before the silver snows of winter fly.
Fog
No shadows cross this dampened land
No blue fills the hidden sky.
A dog’s bark in the muted distance sounds
As you and I go, silently, passing by.
No distance past our chilled breath’s span
No far echo sounds the grey cloaked air.
Down fog walled paths to silent glade
We walk with softened footfall there,
And speak in hushed and secret tone,
Our world apart where we may wander
And so pause upon this unseen plot
Where wetted leaves in gentle measure
Drip and fog enfolds earth and sky,
In this veiled world, you and I.
Barry Stebbings
9/03/2016
Entered into Contest The Sun is Out
Sponsored by C.T.
"Arised"
Plath took a silken bath
submerged in dreams
baptised in black molasses and a warmth to leave
Arised
Plath took a man by the hand
lead him out of Honey Land
Bees buzzed his mind stung his eyes
when he walked out of his prison
Plath paved his steps with hidden land mines
Empty Chairs
burned with gasoline gifted
by the Dead of Desire
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my eyes and all is born again.” Plath
"Drama Club"/Martinez
https://youtu.be/nEcS5DOmiRY
“Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.” Plath
“Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people. ” Plath
“There is no better way to know us. Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.” Hughes
"I wondered what I thought I was burying." Plath
There is no such word as 'Arised'. For the purpose of this poem, there is.
*Image of Rubik's Cube by DA Giphy
Situations and Solutions
Immature, Mickey said, unbalanced, you've everything,
That mindset left you with life choices, all, or nothing.
I take it in peace, query to me from Panama,
That I'm American, a native of Canada.
Idle hands are the devil's workshop; what does it mean?
Translate, the ungodly dig up evil; the unclean.
I love the confidence of those with holy graces.
'Tis great, watching the trusting Christian holding four aces.
I'm tasked by my dad, Albert Einstein, says, don't forget,
Trust nobody's quote that you read on the internet.
Ishmael was God's gift; why Abraham and Hagar?
The prophecy fulfilled that he'll be a great neighbor.
Individualism is like the fountain of youth,
Three things can't be hidden; the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Ice cream castles in the air, sand melting everywhere,
That's realistic, expecting without a prayer.
I cheer a wounding attack, and I think, well of them,
Though attacking me, shows I'm a publicity gem.
It's encouraging to be self-taught, ere all others,
That won't fill your mind with the beliefs of your brothers.
I like to know all there is of new friends and new trends,
Though I can't recall a single thing of my old friends.
I don't want to hear anything from you anyway,
Though I'll fight to my death for your right to have your say.
It's said, Disney liked the bright side of life, old master,
That in fact, no one lives happily ever after.
I turn disasters into an opportunity.
The people fear, and there's financial disunity.
It's always a good thing to want to be somebody,
Think it's best to be specific, not anybody.
I'm keeping properties and respect ordered review,
The passions of the more, prejudices of the few.
I think of love, mercy, and kindness and prove myself,
Thanks for our care and for our God, our true Higher Self.
I would like to be a friend of every working man,
That is what I like to have a friend, just rather than.
It is simple, just dot your "i"s and write a question.
Then end it by crossing your "t"s with a solution.
2022 August 13
Take me back to Akureyri, sunshine capital of the north
Through lava fields and bluest waterfalls rushing forth
Summer solstice came and we never saw the dark
A perfect time of year for an adventure to embark
Natural hot springs buried like hidden treasure on the way
Find them off the beaten path when it feels you've gone astray
Sipping water from a stream melting off of glacial snow
Refreshments courtesy of Skaftafell near Arctic Circle, just below
As the sun dipped down at 3am to quickly greet us once again
The feeling of a lit up ghost town emanates a calming zen
To see once more the humpback whale and smell the fresh sea air
One day I'll buy another ticket, and tell them, "Take me there."
Jan 5, 2023
Once upon a time
I gazed at the face of a beautiful sadness
She invited me into her temple
Transported me there
By crystal blue tears
Poured from a goblet
Stinging
Ripping me from the fabric of my time
I walked down her hallways
Stumbled through her darkness
Searched for hidden passages
Grasped at invisible door knobs
"Please
Please
Let me see
A glimpse of eternity!"
A clear voice flowed down the hall
Color from shadows transformed her walls
I followed
unable to speak
Within her sanctuary
Answers
I chose to seek
There in the temple of her mind
From a broken Altar I dined
Unsure what mystery I would find
I felt my preconceptions
Slowly unwind
The sadness I felt
Had been my own
I had traveled many paths alone
The broken Altar was my heart of stone
That had led me away from another's throne
I looked out the windows of her soul
Seen my own face drenched in tears
It seems her eyes were actually mirrors
In that moment
I lost my fear
As I gazed at the face of a beautiful sadness
Love the man who carries your laughter in his palms as if it were a wandering star,
Love the soul that gifts you moments, and not just ephemeral masks of happiness.
Love the heart that boasts about you to strangers when you're not there,
Love the one who knows the difference between mere desire and the sudden blaze of making love.
Love the man who invites you to love under the night's zodiac and in daylight's glow,
When it's the time to be cradled in his arms as a temple or to share stolen, thrilling kisses.
Love the man who weaves a cloak of security around you like an invisible halo,
Allowing you to rest on his chest and caressing you when the world is unforgiving and abrupt.
Love the man who can watch you shine in the spotlight,
Without your success casting a shadow over his masculinity or igniting baseless fears.
Love the one who sees the hidden beauty in the mundane moments,
When you're disheveled and dreaming in the beauty of the dawn, wearing his T-shirt.
Love the man who encourages you to chase your dreams, who doesn't hold grudges,
Who stands steadfast by your side as you soar towards the boundless heavens of achievements, with grace.
This is the man who, dressed in love's dignity, walks with an open heart like a spread wing,
Love him with every vibrant fiber of your being, for in the alcove of your heart, he finds his rest.
This sad lament…
No ill intent
No wish to be
impertinent
An observation
I must make
On a sad loss
That’s hard to take
She waited so patient, by day or by night
As I scratched my head when I struggled to write
And should I produce a few lines circumspect
She’d broadcast them gladly……. As I recollect
And it wouldn’t matter the time of the day
The moon at its peak or the sun shining gay
For be it a saga or little of note
She’d always find someone to read what I wrote
She never would judge, though my language she checked
And highlight with stars where I’d need to reflect
But judgement was something I never did see
Though sometimes she would say P.O.T.D
This sad lament…
No ill intent
No wish to be
impertinent
An observation
I must make
On a sad loss
That’s hard to take
Why did she do what she did that sad day
Why did she seem like she’d drifted away
Her facelift moved features all over the place
O how I miss her familiar face
But focusing on her appearance is shallow
It wasn’t her fault I’m creatively fallow
Yet when I wrote something that lifted my zeal
I found she’d befriended folk not truly real
Did she not know of their hidden intent
Did she not notice their dishonest bent
Did she grow lonesome as each passing day
Friends who were earnest were drifting away
This sad lament…
No ill intent
No wish to be
impertinent
An observation
I must make
On a sad loss
That’s hard to take
How I recall the debates that we shared
Should it be Christmas… or war been declared
And how we would laugh till our sides became tight
Yeast extract discussed as Tom Cunningham might
I’d even compete just occasionally
And sometimes a win would be handed to me
Alas the pretenders have entered her fold
And our ‘Lady Soup’ now seems sullen and cold
And yet my fond memories that linger still
Live on in hope that she still has the skill
To look once again at the harm that was done
To reclaim true friends… while pretenders… “Do One!”
gentle as a summer rain,
never doubting, trusting each whisper
as the faded echoes fall soft
to the ground, where they vanish,
leaving only filthy mud, like rust
who curses metal’s glistening…
are these quiet lives,
bright and vibrant,
in hues of graceful sapphire,
rich gold and a scarlet who sighs …
as their wistful wings soar higher and higher.
peaceful as an autumn sun,
erasing the night, wittier than starlight,
she hesitates in the past, yesterday,
rising beneath her luminous smile,
so, after a while…
light heals the earth,
restoring her shadows with a new worth,
will she ever know the music of these blessings,
who silence the worst fear,
bring the soul a tender tear,
remind that tomorrow may never come…
while we are sometimes undone,
by the music of their soft crooning,
the beauty of their wings leaving.
quiet as that moment,
when snowflakes bless the land,
avenging winter’s repulsiveness,
with a friendly wonderful,
falling softly,
whispering praise and dancing,
crumbles of frozen laughter,
hastening through the milky skies,
reminding us all, how they fly…
soaring over the hills, the meadows,
revealing faith’s hidden treasures,
stirring up dreams,
silencing the night’s breath,
with a trembling hello,
expressing the joy inside the soul.
in the winds, in the trees,
on oak branches and in pine’s needles,
they sing and soar, enchanting,
like the moment, once sought –
soon gone, they fly on, fly on and on…
singing their song, chuckling to themselves,
because they know,
oh, yes they know… we are shocked
by the gift of their graceful praise,
praise of the One who created this day,
the One who gave them wings to escape,
the One who silenced all the fear in their heart,
with the knowing that, even as the wind’s blowing…
life continues on and they keep on singing their song,
with joy and hope, grace and love…
music sent down to us by God above!