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deafferent views

The opposite view

 Unipolar power is like being the bride
and resent the uppity of bridesmaids 
she wanted her wedding to be remembered 
no one can equal
Her democracy is the bride that has
become domineering and  not let in
the bridesmaid
Not even getting married if she thought her
the rule was somewhat diminished
Her attitude causes friction; others wanted 
 to leave to go find their own happiness 
This includes Miss Russia who was 
a downtrodden maid, much patronized, made
the fun of and dismissed.
Surprised, we were when out of the shadows
grew  and demanded an equal place on the in 
the beauty contest, where women in cowboy
hat ruled 
but the domineering woman had to grow and
the woman in the cowboy hat
knew Miss Russia had to be subdued rapidly
and set out to ruin her reputation to preserve
her hegemon, she said, was a gift from God 
the white deity who loves Miss America 
The people at the wedding 
a subdued, Miss Russia would be allowed 
to exit as a junior partner if she helped to catch 
miss China, whose beauty was fabulous
not seen for two thousand years   
The woman in the cowboy hat could once more
be the belle of the ball
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Soma Sonnet: Abortion Trilogy

*Image of The Politics of Abortion by NYT.
AUDIO: from the film O Brother, Where Art Thou? "Go To Sleep Little Baby"

Soma Sonnet: Abortion Trilogy

It is the right of every woman, or,
Is it the right of every woman, so,
Some folks fighting for life inside the core,
Others say the fight is more blow by blow.
                         ~~go to sleep little maybe

The written trek crossed Egypt and the world,
Rome, Greece, Mesopotamia, and more,
Rice patties and bamboo trails that were pearled,
Procedures taught, too numerous the score.
                         ~~go to sleep little maybe 

Twas dark times, inbreeding made more childless,
crib death, world plagues, poverty, starved, and this,
matters of convenience act the mindless,
three tales, will we exist, it's hit or miss,
                         ~~go to sleep little maybe 

sad, mad, tis all topsy turvey they'd be,
Mom gots' to go, to sleep little maybe 

2022 August 17
Form: Sonnet

Just Because

Just because there was a limited access to truth
Does not mean there was an interruption declaring my love for you
I have had all the opportunity in the world to express myself
Self just got in the way, dern self

I know I need you
I want you 
I desire every part of you
What happened is not because of you

It is me and I confess I was riding on the train of despair
I know you said you have rode this ride and you care
What am I to do but express it now, reveal it to you
I had to sit back add ingredients to this soup

This delicatessen savor substance of you I need
I smell you when I am asleep
Holding you, you close connected tight fitted sheets
I do miss the sweet flavor of your kiss

I miss, I do miss 
I may studder a little when I write these words
I am jilted tilted toss leaning toward the curb
As I drive I can hear you and the words caressing my ears

How they have helped me, love covered these fears
Wiped every tear
I know I have caused you to shed 
I come now to you no other instead

Here I am, I am here, love lifted it all
I am here, I apologize not answering your call
Can I say, will you accept this now?
Me being here confessing how

My life will never be complete without you
I never hold it in any longer
I need you
I desire you
I love you

Premium Member THE JOY OF EING AN EARLY RISER

I’ve always been an early riser…for as long as I can remember…
(I wonder if I’ve been overcorrecting for being born on the last day of December?)

Bur for whatever reason…whatever conclusions can be drawn…
I’ve always been one of those people who wakes up before the dawn.

In the mountains it’s a wonderful time to wake up…overlooking our back yard
because sitting there I become a witness to the changing of the guard.

I get to watch the sky as it transforms from ebony to grey…
then slowly into blue as night gives way to day.

One of the things I love the most…as a new day’s about to begin
is watching the animals of the night clock out while the animals of the day clock in.

There is a moment between night and day…while darkness still blankets the sky
when I am blessed to watch the last flickers of those nocturnal fireflies…

Still hoping there’s time to find a mate they flash without making a sound
before they finally give up the chase and find their respite on the ground.

And as the morning eases in and more light occupies the sky
If I look quickly I can see a few late bats flutter by.

They’ve spent the evening making sure the inset population is reduced
and I get the last glimpse of them as they come home to roost.

Before I know it the night has left and the new day is beginning…
because the trees and mountains are lit up and the morning birds are singing.

I love that I get to greet the new day with my ears and with my eyes
the same time I get to say goodnight to the bats and fireflies.

This all happens fairly quickly…just leaving me time enough reminisce 
and wonder if I wasn’t an early riser…about all the things that I would miss.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
joy
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Big Brother

Congratulations! You’re going to be a big brother!
This is a special day!
Your Mommy and Daddy just found out…
your baby sister’s on her way.

We know whoever she is…
whatever name your parents pick
she’ll be bringing along with her
your fist lessons in arithmetic.

With a beautiful face we’re sure you’ll soon come to adore…
she’ll teach you simple addition…how 3 + 1 makes 4.

She’ll teach you about subtraction…
you will make the perfect pair…
and you’ll learn how much you miss her…
those times when she’s not there.

She’ll teach you how to share
how to divide things into equal parts.
You’ll learn how sharing is a gift
that comes from somewhere in your heart.

You’ll wonder where all the love you’re feeling for her comes from..
If it was hiding deep inside?
And how, once she arrived, the love within your family…
so quickly multiplied.

All this and more she will teach you..
and one day it’ll be your turn…
to teach her these same lessons…
when she is old enough to learn.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member My Halloween Kitty

My Halloween Kitty (written 10/11/2020) free verse

I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.

Feral siblings abandoned at my door.
I took the whole litter to the SPCA.
They neutered and spayed them all for me.
The ears were notched so they’d go free 
if the pound police appeared.

I brought the clowder home and cared for them
until their stitches had permanently healed,
then allowed them outside to roam on their own.
They all left for adventures beyond –
with the exception of Callie.

Callie was brindled in black and orange
with a white-star chest and white-tipped tail;
short hair she maintained fastidiously.
She continually spoke to me in cat language
and we managed a conversation of sorts.

She bid me good day as I left in the mornings 
and listened to my tales when I returned.
She monitored my feelings as if a therapist
and counseled me on the course I must take
when I was feeling at my lowest. 

I called her my Halloween kitty
and she expressed that was okay.
We counted years by her birthdays,
celebrating Halloween every year.
She disregarded the trick-or-treaters.

My sounding board and steadfast friend;
I miss her terribly now that she’s gone.
She remained with me 17 years, two years passed,
through sad, glad, distress, and happiness.
She was my mainstay on my darkest days.

I had a familiar named Callie
She was born on Halloween.
Form: Ode

Premium Member Interest

As my years have tumbled by
                  And I’ve tumbled quite a few
Often, I will contemplate
                  What I miss and what I need

Yes, the given resonates
            Family, friends, all those I’ve lost
Yet, I speak of something else
               Once, for granted, now so rare

Especially when younger folks
           I should have the chance to meet
Maybe, one of many will
              See through veils of dated skin

Maybe one sees value still
                  Seems that I can always tell
Yes, what lifts my spirits so
                      Is simply, plainly, interest

My Best Friend

Dog is God spelled backwards
The purest form of love
And if you've had a furry friend
You'll know what I speak of

You came into my life
Giving love that had no end
You'd greet me with your wagging tail
Whenever I came in

You had all kinds of nicknames
Like Bubba and ornery boy
You chewed up all the toys I gave
You brought me years of joy

You left without a warning
You were always full of life
I'm sure you got the wings you earned
When God came for you that night

Time will never lessen
The tears that fill my eyes
For when I think of you
My furry little guy

I'll go on through this life
Always missing my best friend
Any man would be so lucky
To have so true a friend

And if Heaven holds my mansion
When I open of its doors
My furry friend I'll meet and greet
We'll never part no more
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Life As A Child - 1st Grade

As I’m waiting for the bus for the first day of school,
I can’t help but notice how nervous you seem to be.
Don’t worry; the other kids will think that I am cool.
Trust me, you know better than anyone, the real me.

The last day of the school year is nearly upon us
And I just can’t believe how fast the time has gone by.
I will miss, so dearly, the morning rides on the bus,
But I can’t wait to spend the summer catching fireflies.

It’s the first day of school and I’m waiting for the bus.
Halloween has come and gone and Thanksgiving is here.
The long, Christmas vacation is nearly upon us.
It’s the beginning of a wonderful and New Year.
Form: Rhyme

War 4 Vanity Sake

Blink at your peril just incase it passes
you bye

Putin is on the war path to Ukraine

As if you miss it , it won't be back until 
Haley's comet ride's our darkened night
sky again

Big Ben's Bell's hand strikes the
bewitching hour of 10 as a 
Cuckoo flew traverse over the 
luna full moon

Highlighting the Luftwaffe over
Yee Old London Town dropping 
a blitzkrieg of bomb's from the sky

Beneath a total eclipse of the sun
so confused and utterly perplexed

It knows whether not to it should
wink , smile , cry or avert its Ray's

And worst of all contemplate whether
or not come wake of dawn should he 
in fact

Come up and shine it's warmth
and light on that which is left and
doth still remain

Whence mornings mushroom smog
slowly clears and unfounded fear's 
appear real

Sting forth dry burning tears from cotton 
mouth's with jaw's dropped

And as no living flora is now left behind
a substitute then has to be sought

In order to whittle funeral wreath's and
so to new coronation crown's out of

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