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She spent her life trying to please,
Trying to outguess,
Tiptoeing around his bad moods,
Trying not to make him mad,
Trying to make him happy,
Trying to make things better
Because he’d had a rough start.
Because she loved him.
Because she cared.
“He says,” and “He thinks,” she would say.
But what do you think? We would ask her.
“He thinks I think,” she would respond.
“But what do you think?”
The feelings she had were not her own.
They were his.
She had spent her life giving all.
In the end she had a beautiful casket with pink lining.
“What do you think?” I asked her daughter. “Would she like it?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “Ask my dad.”
“How are you doing?” I asked her.
“She’s fine,” he replied.
She looked away,
Out the window.
Possibly thinking?
Should I please her or me?
Should I try to outguess her wishes and maybe miss the mark?
If I called, would she be honest anyway? She never was.
Would she tell me what she thinks I want her to say? Probably...
Spring break is right around the corner.
I could go visit and sleep on their couch, pushing her old dog off.
My flatulence filling their living room in the morning,
Embarrassing her prissiness, amusing the dog, maybe.
Or I could stay here, write my poetry, paint my pictures,
Relax, and not visit at all. She left me, remember?
I have been apologizing for her misbehaviors since I was eight.
What do I know of her anyway? My teachers despised her.
They kept prodding me, wanting more details.
I was the only kindergartener they knew whose mother had run off
With her minister, a man of God. Oh, please!
I will stay here and paint. Saving myself. She does not care anyway.
She begged me to meet her in the park;
knowing that I would never decline.
But it is now past midnight, after
swearing she'd be no later than nine.
Trying to understand her is like
trying to light a damp cigarette.
The more anxious that I am to try,
the more frustrating my attempts get.
Her excuses are nonsensical,
silly, and bordering on insane.
And I've stopped trying to outguess her,
for she employs both pleasure and pain.
She is a genuine conundrum,
a scheming vixen who leaves me vexed.
And in the end, I have little choice
but to shake my head, feeling perplexed.
Poetry is moody, she can be pouty and sad.
She can be vibrant, dancing the chicken dance.
I allow her freedom to be herself.
It does me no good to feel I am the boss.
Poetry is a chameleon. He is flexible.
He wakes me up in the night with an end rhyme.
What the heck!
Poetry is a teaser.
Poetry is not just a he or a she.
They is also a we, an us, a them, collaborating.
Going off in directions I could not outguess.
Doing what I never knew they could do.
Poetry slides onto a page with loops and whorls.
Laughing at my consternation.
Taking me totally unserious.
Poetry does not listen.
Sometimes I have this weird feeling I am in charge.
Poetry laughs
Pokes fun at me
Smacks me upside the head
Flies out the window with a hamster on her back.
Reminding me who is in charge.
He will try to outguess my age.
It is as easily done as guessing the number of seeds inside a melon.
I stand still, thinking he will never get anywhere near it.
He is a handsome man, a carnival barker.
I am the mother of three daughters, dressed in short shorts and knee socks.
I think I look 17.
He looks deeply into my eyes.
I do not flinch.
28 he says.
The state fair crowd goes nuts screaming at him.
They are calling him all kinds of mean things.
I put my hand straight up in the air.
They wait, wondering.
I am 28, I announce.
The yelling stops. They scurry off quickly.
The man smiles at me. I wonder at his magic.
Sophie Dog is excited beyond belief
No idea what she has heard, but she is barking like crazy
Sometimes a large truck puts her into this kind of frenzy
The way she runs up the driveway, I am expecting to see
Dracula with a mountain lion chaser, coming to bite my neck
She is gone an extra long time, too long. I start to worry
But she comes running onto the porch from the opposite direction
So I know she has run around the house, and maybe further.
She is by herself. She growls at Shark K. Cat for putting her claws on the glass door.
A motorcycle buzzes up the road. Usually this puts her into berserk mode.
It does not today. She starts drinking water like a colt that has never had a drink.
A Mack truck goes by, and she ignores it too. I cannot outguess this dog today.
My friends love me no matter what
I can share my real self, right?
I wait for my chance
Should I tell them at once
or one by one?
The words get stuck in my throat.
My heart beat is heavy there
I want to say guess what
I want them to listen
And to still love me
My friends have been faithful since second grade
Why am I afraid of them?
I am the same person I have always been
But to share, will things change?
I wait for my chance which comes over and over.
My heart beat is heavy inside my throat
The words are stuck
I want to outguess them
I want them to love me
But I know if the words come out they might not
So I stay silent
When we grow up it will be soon enough
And they will be wiser and more understanding
Right?
True love does not include an apology every minute
Without any means of improvement
True love is putting yourself out there
Trying to outguess what your partner needs
Giving your all to help them be the best they can be
Love is cuddling, and hand holding.
Love is a pat on the shoulder,
Love is please and thank you
True love is found after a deep friendship has been established
True love occurs after you share a history
True love happens during times of sorrow
When your hands brush or you share a heartfelt smile.
True love is the best medicine in the world.
True love is wanting your love to have whatever they need
True love is encouraging,
True love is optimistic
True love is generous and hopeful and kind
True love includes a faith the other person loves you too
Written 11-28-2019
Contest: Love Me Like You Mean It
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Their love was pure until it wasn’t.
She kept thinking it was her fault.
If she could just outguess him, things could be lovely again.
She tried to dress the right way, say the right things,
keep silent when he wanted silence,
She tamped down her natural charm, because it annoyed him now.
She became almost invisible, so things might work out
So they could go back to the “happily ever after” love she sought
She became hypervigilant, outguessing his moods.
The more compliant and obedient she became,
the angrier prince charming seemed to be.
His disparaging comments and pouty ways began dictating her behaviors.
Two unhappy people, in a union that only one wanted to save
Sadly, eventually involved three frightened children
Who learned to be hypervigilant and silent like their mother.
Chirpiwoman
is brisk and smart
And lovely strong
Where they laugh in throng
And they dance and sing
And are sometimes wrong
And you cannot outguess these sprites
of Chirpiwoman
They shine their lights
They are so sound
They have their rights
Voluptuous and round
They are sharp, hey!
What do you say?
What can you think?
Brought to the brink
in Chirpiwoman
The eager ones
Are big and bold
Ready to dance
Not quickly sold
And they will sing
Like others ring
And they’ll say amen
in Chirpiwoman
Love is a hoax
Reserved for blokes.
Reserved for blokes
In our female kingdom
Reserved for blokes
‘til the beasts grow long
Love may come true
to Chirpiwoman
Chirpiwoman
is brisk and smart
And lovely strong
Where they laugh in throng
And they dance and sing
And are sometimes wrong
And you cannot outguess these sprites
of Chirpiwoman