Long Souly Poems
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Do you want?
NO!
A puppy?
YES!
Do you want to
NO!
Go to your friend Susan's?
Yes, I guess I do.
Do you want
NO
Living with me is really fun.
You can ask your husband.
He calls me his 9-year-old boy.
My first answer is always no.
I have a bit of an excuse.
It was 1973; I was taking an assertiveness training class.
the other women were skittish when paired up with me
until the instructor admitted that I'm on probation now,
and none of the ones I had flung, kicked, or smacked had been hurt, really badly.
Saying no was big in my family
of origin who perpetually used it, and you had
better supply excuses like crazy too.
I had to stand in front of a
mirror and practice that
up to two hours a day,
so I could get some of my
"me" time back.
I have it pat now, folks.
A magic unicorn came to visit on a Tuesday.
She was pretty but alas a smoker.
She came up behind us as we were
thnk-talking via telepathy and stuff.
said you are supposed to
be enjoying your fire-truck car, and your bubble machine.
And "throwing a ball in the house," I screamed with pure delight, feeling a beach, without any mean.
We really truly souly need less lessons and more play for thee,
I tell this gravelly-voiced unicorn. Man, his eyes are a pretty blue!
So from now on this is how it has to be:
Do you want?
NO!
A fire truck?
Hell,yes,please!
My me time is back
in full, happy, excited force.
I have it pat now, folks.
Let's go shopping!
Eleven children run toward the car,
which is curious as I only have 10 grandchildren.
the mirror reflects old eyes that stare
a reflection of for filling dreams and the coming nightmares
these days that went from no-where then into every-where
once opulence and good fortune was fed
now its no more trips into eden and into babylon
and the lust and rage of youth is long gone
the eyes see no more sunshine upon the rising dawn
for the sands of time say theres no time to dwell upon
as today they only see a future with a coming storm
the eyes remember the true tales-the ones wholly robust
but the eyes now only see the memories floating in the dust
much like the prayers of the innocent who souly trust
for the days of youthful freshness is now long lost
like the winter tree naked and bare in the bitter frost
lifes expenses now has become a cost