Long Menstruation Poems
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As the bride cries before the wedding so much,
the groom many years later, as such.
Better asking twice before loosing at once,
male river water feeding ocean female eloquence.
That sea of motions influences the river,
spawning spores and the flow to deliver.
The pleasing role to submit by natures order,
to keep motions of water in needed boarder.
Delta downstream where the sweet meets the salty bitter,
male and female twilight dance and glitter.
Tides of menstruation circles turning to heat,
forces of spirit matter and its sublimity beat.
Adams rip taken to draw the new moon,
creation that flows through the female cocoon.
The silver cup with little golden eggs,
weaving heavens scent into gentle heads.
Natures diplomatic respected fire,
kindled by admiration from mountain higher.
To discover the heart is the greatest initiation,
life is time and death is its dividing appreciation.
With our Shoshone friends and escorts we are headed to the Nez Perce Trail,
an ancient path that joins the West to East, its late August
the pines smell spiced with emerald soul, wise and healthy,
its getting harder to breathe but easier to believe
that we are destin to be the poets of our own history,
Cameahwait and his guides are solemn in their acquiescence
to show us where the Missouri is birthed, reticent they are
we know not why but we are ecstatic to behold the source
which we shall pass before reaching the trail,
uphill into a clearing of gentle jades of green
on ground soft with the moisture of fertility
a thin stream slowly skips through a tumbling journey
as we ascend between the budding hips of this mountain
the stream becomes no more than a gurgling trickle
slipping down from the snowy peaks,
each of us takes a turn standing over this mountain menstruation
with a foot on both sides as a gesture of respect and conquest
how far we've come, and labored
against the whims, fury and power of the Missouri
and here we are, giants above it's innocence,
J.A.B.
My husband often says to me “I wish I’d married a woman”.
I am usually sitting spread legged in a chair, scratching at the time.
Or I am pointedly not picking up a huge mess for two weeks.
I always roll my eyes, knowing what he really means.
He means “I wish we had married a cook, cleaner and maid.”
I am none of those things. Sure, I used to pretend to be.
Since this incarnation God poured my soul into a female body.
Not my idea, believe me! I resented this from childhood.
When Danny H always got by with yelling out the answers.
Without raising his hand, but if I did it, I got lambasted by the teacher.
I knew better than to point this out after the sixth or seventh time.
She was a mean woman, and partial to boy bodies, not girl bodies.
Then menstruation happened, which was more horrifying.
Boys never have to deal with all this blood and inconvenience.
Being a girl was not my goal in this lifetime believe me.
I feel we are neither male nor female, rather spirits who rent.
Some lifetimes we rent female, other times we rent male.
How I got this wrong this time, I do not know but….
I hate cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, dusting, and doing the dishes.
Luckily, my husband knows this. He is doing the laundry now.
He is also buying the groceries and running the dishwasher.
I think it is fair. I am thirty years ahead of him.
I used to do all the housework and the yardwork.
He would work his measly forty hours and rest.
I am resting now. It is my turn since we did not “marry a woman”.
(5/25/12)
They had married at a very young age
At the time they thought it was a game.
They had been together for a long time
and he thought that everything would be fine.
They had lived together for two years or more
And they thought they knew the score.
At seventeen years of age they felt they knew it all
And life was to have a ball.
With part time jobs they paid their bills
Living together was such a thrill.
Not having to worry about a curfew hour
Now “ they had all the power”.
Going out partying every weekend
Not thinking of the money that they spent.
Coming home late at night , being drunk
They would start to fight.
She started feeling some menstruation pain
And from this point on their lives would change.
She went to her doctor to check it out
Pregnant she was - there was no doubt.
Now their eyes opened to the fact
From this point on there was no turning back.
They now had a child on the way
And they could no longer go out to play.
He got a full time job and straightened up his act
And a better position he would have to attack.
He went back to school To get a better education
And to give his wife and child all that he could give
And with both their incomes they would have to live.
She worked for seven months till she
Could work no longer, and to get their house in order.
When she went to the hospital because her time was due
She found out she was having not one but two.
She gave birth to a beautiful boy and girl
He was a diamond and she a pearl.
The most precious babies you’d ever want to see
And he was the proud father - as proud as can be.
They struggled like most couples do
But he was determined to see it through.
She took her children and held them tight
For in their faces she saw their fathers might.
His love so strong for his family
And this is what they all did see.
And the rest is history.
4 ablution 4 acclimatization 4 adulation
4 benediction 4 biotransformation 4 blastulation
4 concatenation 4 conception 4 configuration
4 declaration 4 dictation 4 differentiation
4 ejaculation 4 emancipation 4 ********
4 fascination 4 flagellation 4 flocculation
4 gastrulation 4 glamorization 4 glorification
4 habituation 4 harmonization 4 homogenization
4 implantation 4 impregnation 4 incubation
4 jubilation 4 junction 4 juxtaposition 4 kation
4 keratinization 4 k-ration
4 labialization 4 libation 4 liquidation
4 manifestation 4 menstruation 4 micro-encapsulation
4 negotiation 4 notification 4 notion
4 ovation 4 oviposition 4 ovulation
4 parturition 4 penetration 4 perpetuation
4 quadruplication 4 qualification 4 question
4 reaction 4 repopulation4 reproduction
4 sanctification 4 schematization 4 scintillation
4 thermojunction 4 titillation
4 underestimation 4 unification 4 union
4 validation 4 valuation 4 vasocongestion
4 weatherization 4 workstation
4 zombification 4 zonation
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Deodorants,shampoo and strange new thoughts
The anxious adolescent in torment
Tampons,towels. skin care and defence
Confession, absolution, count for naught
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Wet and dry the dreams are wryly bent
We wake confused from what we never sought
The anxious adolescent in torment
The virtues and the vices must be learnt
The will and the desire cannot be bought
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Parents’ words our own strength can augment
But for the nervous, it is much too late
The anxious adolescent, the torment
“Civilised”. we might just kiss a date
Until we lose our heads and challenge fate
Dandruff, menstruation ,acne , scent
Poor adolescent in this mad torment
the infatuation of my menstruation as you sit
and pout like this isn't living because yes
this is not your treasure for you irritate
the thought of innocent blood stained tears
are passed through my souls heart monthly
i weep through christ an yet you are envious
of my female purpose as god glides through me
as i'm not your wife for these are the times
of peace a sign that only mary could cease
to behold thy beauty covered in such reddness
for i shall not be vain as it rains and pours
the sadness from a fruitful tree that brings
life right on thy tables where you sit and stare
wondering if i shall break in all this wondrous
bloodied gift for can i be fooled right back after
this purification of thy body one in me with me
for will you hold my hand as i grieve the dead
babies blood shed of my blood or shall you
run out for more napkins as my grief too much
for you to bare as i bleed the blood of christ's care
written by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Pondering up on hidden thoughts I relax in the balcony,
recollecting those crafted priceless moments
whence you had cast a spell~was immersed in severe infatuation.
Always lending me your broad shoulders,pampering
me to rest my crown.
When am cramping down due to menstruation,
you'll indulge in all the household chores, cradling me to sleep.
Cooking food and feeding each other with love & care.
Sadly when I gesture, you stretch out your warm hands forward to console me.
Angrily when I seethed ,calmingly you bore.
Dawn to midnight showering me with infinite kisses, promoting my cheeks to blush in twilight.
Fluttering thoughts of our laughters and fun,dousing in same passion, how nicely we appreciated each other.
Missing silly fights concluding with tight wrapping cuddles;
Rewinding our candle lit dinner and romantic duets,
stepping on foot,pressing against your chest.
Dissolving time by re-reading past conversations;
Cocooning me as a child in your heart,you've travelled apart.
I beseech you to come back soon,so that we could start off our life.
Will tip toe you being your companion.
1-7-2020
Placed as Honourable Mention.
Note: In loving memory ..poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Regina Riddle.
The boy- he anxiously awaits his first kiss at fifteen years
The girl- her first menstruation it brought her to tears
The connection- they met at high school in the lunch room
The smiles- they both hit it off... Boom! Boom! Boom!
The date- they set a date to go see a movie
The kiss- this was back in the 60's they were both feeling "groovy"
The relationship- they stayed together for 5 years+
The marriage- the yes's, the I do's, the love...and the trust
The sex- this is when two "new lives"- begins
The children- they born together a fine set of twins
The son- he practiced religion and became a fine preacher
The daughter- she went to college to become a school teacher
The grandparents- they both grew old and lived happily in glory
The boy and girl- this is their life, their togetherness story
The female calendar
The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture,
germination of the moonlight rejoice.
Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight,
mist of luminous Moon light from the pull of monthly tide.
Moon phases of the great cosmic dance,
fertilization in the ovum of darkness to advance.
Circulation of blood and sap in plants,
the mother calendar naturally grants.
More difficult to observe the orbit of the Moon,
then that of the earth around the Sun.
The earth spirit as transformer by protoplasmic intention,
capable of reciprocal relation with all its creation.
It is cosmos to those who know the way,
and chaos to those who lose it by rational stray.
The female live in the lunar circle of body,
becoming and changing the order of everybody.
The secret time keeper and its flowing,
the witnessing of the body growing.
Moon, mind, calendar, menstruation, month,
Honeymoon, fortnight, fertility crunch.
When the paradox splits into dualism,
the act of natures consciousness as prism.