Long Repair Poems
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A fierce ache within my chest
an intense crushing feeling
The mere thought of you has
my being vibrating from
searing pain
How foolish to trust in another
"I'm not like the rest!"....
only makes me doubt more
Physically...the scars I can handle....
it's the scars upon my
Essence I can't take any longer...
Impossible to hide the harsh pain
behind a smile any longer
I can't fight your ripping at my emotions
with your rusty dagger...
You broke me beyond repair...
open wounds never allowed to heal....
if you had cared at all you would
see this but I see you never did....
my brutal realization
Prompted by Tom Cunningham's poem 'If Only Dreams Came True.' A reverie about the demise of Putin. Thanks for the inspiration, Tom.
Tis true that sometimes history is repeated
Putin and Rasputin were cruel and conceited
Both were quite licentious
Vulgar and pretentious
One now lies dead, the other must be defeated
Rasputin was a political saboteur
A diabolical trait of Vlad's, to be sure
Despised by his own nation
Death by assassination
A more barbarous death for Putin, I'd prefer
Now his broken tail bone is in need of repair
I hope he's worried and wary, because I swear
My anesthetizing gas
Would rid the world of his ass
Fulfilling the prayers of people everywhere
A sinkhole, deep as 20 feet,
Collapsed without a warning,
Around the corner from my street
Quite early in the morning.
Repair crews came but no one knows
What caused the sudden sinking.
Decrepitude, some folks suppose,
But not what we were thinking.
Ineptitude’s what we would blame,
For workers have been toiling
On that same block where they became
The source of tempers roiling.
They somehow cannot seem to fix
What underground befuddles,
So residents have had a mix
Of flames, closed streets and puddles.
Our car was parked right down the block
Where that huge hole descended.
It would have come as quite a shock
If that’s how my life ended.
Inspired by a true story of a musician's healing from mental illness.
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Breath of Grace Lyric
I can’t explain it – this nothing to live for day
Rock bottom shame – spirit bleeding
Slashed by yesterday’s regret – soul out on the edge
Can’t face another sunrise…
Lost in a labyrinth – running from “if only”
Hunted by the past – no escaping –
Chased into the dark by lies – questions haunt the night –
“Is this all there is to life?”
Chorus
But
I keep believing there’s a miracle
On the other side of midnight –
Healing on the other side of dawn;
It takes courage to live for the morning –
Desperation to reach out for tomorrow –
But the breath of grace is for today.
One soul laid bare now – cringing in the daylight –
Ev’ry nerve exposed – crying, knowing –
Just can’t hide the shame away – can’t repair the past –
Can’t change the face of hist’ry.
Chorus
But,
I keep believing there’s a miracle
On the other side of midnight –
Healing on the other side of dawn;
It takes courage to live for the morning –
Desperation to reach out for tomorrow –
But the breath of grace is for today.
Bridge
Healing hurts – I can’t explain it -
It's like a fire - like a fire burning -
But somewhere on the way –
On the way to dyin’ -
We find the grace of life!
Chorus
I keep believing there’s a miracle
On the other side of midnight –
Healing on the other side of dawn;
It takes courage to live for the morning –
Desperation to reach out for tomorrow –
But the breath of grace is for today!
More gift cards
What is it with people and the money they dream of I’m not a money person, cash in hand is ok
Perhaps a small account is enough for everyday use to repair a puncture.
A family friend got me to invest in a gift card thing, but I soon realized it was a bad thing, I cut my losses, as they say, a bird in hand is better than birds in the bushes
The gift card company is persistent in a little investment more and I will be very rich, which is the last thing I want to be
I feel sorry for the wealthy who need a yacht to
feel good about themselves big insecure egos begging for us to love them
they tell me I risk losing 400 thousand dollars and
what, on earth am I doing with that, when my thinking is a possible income of 5000 thousand to help with my daily expenses
Take Elon Musk, he is a genius and impossibly rich, always on the move to stave off his inner demons when sits down for a moment he looks inward, he is deeply depressed, and can’t find pleasure for long in what he does
Bless him he has so much to give to the world at
The cost of his well-being
All I want is to read, have coffee, and toast in the morning, and to hell with untold riches
I was Second Lieutenant of the Army Nurse Corps,
At Pearl Harbour when it was attacked and bombed;
I was in my room at the nurses’ quarters, a store,
Near Tripler Army Hospital, six miles from le monde.
At about 8:20am the on-call nurse called me,
Said Pearl Harbor was being attacked, grave concern,
She looked out and said something was strange, really,
“There is an awful smell…a lot of noise,” we did discern.
So I decided to walk to the hospital, ten minutes flat,
Bt as I stepped out the quarters, had an awful feeling,
No gardenias or hibiscus to sent my nose in a bat,
Just the odour of sulphur and burning oil, and buzzing.
Upon reaching the hospital, I saw twenty stretchers,
All with injured men, lined up, each with bloody wounds,
Some with an M on their foreheads for morphine, etchers:
I was an anaesthetist, and was commended at the sounds.
The chief of surgery turned to me and he did say,
“Madelyn, if we are hit, I want to say to you that,
It is a pleasure to have worked with you,” hey, hey,
“You are a good anaesthetist”, and I accepted that.
But I just replied, “I know God knows we did nothing,
To deserve this, I am putting my trust in him”;
And caring for the wounded took days, also the dying,
And our emergency rooms were schools and a kitchen.
We were very short of bandages, medicines for repair,
Totally unprepared for the hundreds of casualties,
But we did the best we could do with our work and fare,
And blood was donated day and night, no apologies.
Do you know where I came from
Do you even understand the loss that birthed bronze and silver before the whole
Do you know discipline the way I had to defeat hardships
I don't think you can begin to understand because all you see is 10 second clips
Then you think you can Pinterest clip my life like this fantasy board that knows nothing of the color of struggle
Then they empty the clip of hate inviting others to assume I'm not human
I feel pain, I cry, I smile, I hurt, I love, I make mistakes
But one thing is I'll always "Be Better"
No blackness could ever cover the shadows of the past, but I will take those lessons ancestors gave
Knowing their gaze comes with darkness
"I'm not back, I'm better," I'm not black, I'm human, do better
I will never stop sharing HOW BLACK IS GOLD
I am woman, not less than, I am conqueror and warrior, so opinions are less than...
I know it looks easy, but you have no idea what persecution concreted this confidence
Not to mention the ones before me
Florence gave healing to the nightmares that journey from Joyner
And Nightingale couldn’t repair some of this odium I see
Yet you still say must be nice to be me
Well, yes, it is but not for the reasons you visualize
I be black woman meaning I be strength that comes from roots that can't be broken
I be everything working against the system
I be the beacon for hope bullets steal from
Better not blink because you may miss it all
But you will not ignore this legacy
So, I'll leave you with this
Sha’Carri hair flip, skin rich, sorry you just starting to notice
But this glitter was gold long before I held it in my hand
My race was predestined, and I only run against myself
So, for those who wear the same shadows know greatness sometimes looks like failure, hate, and second place, before it blooms
p.s. black woman this one is for you...08/02/24
Work
I tap and I fiddle
I type and reply
For people-machines;
Have developed an eye
I make and repair
I schmooze and I laugh
There's a time I have made
The occasional gaff
But I hope that my presence
In the whirl of it all
Is stable and calming
In the midst of the squall
Of the storm in the workplace
Where friction exists
That I smooth out the wrinkles,
That my face kinda fits
I hope that where Spirit
Is lacking in reams
I can channel some love
In bright flowing streams
To bring hope and fulfillment
A sense we belong
That there's more than the grind
As we bumble along
I hope I'll be missed
Once erased from this circuit
And my daily devotion
Has been totally worth it
For now I'm content
As I tightrope this circus
For my heart knows I'm here
For much higher a purpose
Jinjagoliath
24th February 2023
Do not build a ladder
when I fall into the abyss—
I did not call for climbing.
The thorn in me
is not a riddle to solve,
nor a window to repair.
I am thunder, not your project-
rain needing witness,
not your umbrella.
When I say I’m drowning,
do not throw ropes of reason.
Let me sink into your silence—
weightless, unrescued, yet unalone.
Be the shore that does not move
as my waves thrash and settle.
My pain is not a puzzle.
Don’t match it to your pieces.
It is a wild bird—
let it wheel, let it scream, let it land
uncaged cage on wild earth.
You see my storm
and lash advice like scaffolding,
but I need someone
to taste the torrent,
to say yes—it bites, and burns,
not someone who murmurs
“you should have stayed inside.”
To love me is to shhh,
to hold space as sacred,
to hear with your cells,
not just your ears.
A murmur beneath the pattern,
a hairline fracture in certainty
no one expected to see.
A sound without a cause,
a tiny flicker of light.
A shadow untethered by reason,
freed from explanation.
Sometimes the smallest crack
in the pattern let's light
slip through to reshape what we know.
We are taught to ignore the unfamiliar,
to dismiss whatever is strange and untamed.
The peculiar, the unsettling
becomes another fault to repair.
We moor ourselves to reason.
Insisting every mystery
must surrender to an explanation.
Yet, many great discoveries began
with someone pausing, noticing,
when dismissal looked away.