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You adore the reflection you see
So beautiful you are, so pure your beauty
I see through the crack in the door
Brushing your hair so devotedly!
I know to them the favourite you are
Your eyes glisten like far away stars
I know that to them their angel is you
You’re so perfectly pretty, anyone would love you
I study the mannerisms of you. Your smile stops hearts beating - it is so beautifully you.
I cry in the night because of you
I lose sleep and am tired because of you
I look at the reflection of me
My eyes, my skin is just not your beauty.
I fool myself saying how pretty I am
But your teeth are so perfect and white you light up a room no matter where you are
I accept that I’ll never be you
The shadow, the one always behind!
The people we meet don’t see me
They look at you and see all they want to see
I love you but hate you as well
I can’t stand when you laugh as their attention is no where else
My sister you will always be
The boys, the men will never see me!
I’m sorry to hear how you are
The lines and the age dimmed the light of the far away star!
They don’t open the door for you anymore
Your complexion lost the glow of who you were once before.
Though pretty you always be, when youth became a memory so did your drop-dead beauty!
Now age is as cruel as cruel can be
The Woolf whistles now call for someone else’s beauty
I’m sorry that you can’t let go of the perfectly pretty you
But you can’t dress like that anymore and be in anyway cool
Let go of the youth that was you
That was innocence’s fool
You are so much more than what you see.
You are much more than what they will ever see.
Let go of the past, you’ll always have memories
Be a women.
Be more than they think you are.
A women is much more than a smile or the eyes of glistening stars
Be a women for what you want to be
Be a women of substance, be a women like me.
We used to call it Pit City.
Section eight housing.
My mom called ahead—
I was sixteen and still scared
to ask for what I needed.
I was on work-study
at a clean family practice
just around their corner.
A freak snowstorm.
They still lived there.
My mother’s friends.
Less lucky.
Sue was the daughter.
She’d shown me a bong
when I was nine.
She was cool in a way
I didn’t understand—
but I knew she knew something
I didn’t.
I hovered around her constantly.
She tolerated it, mostly.
Once, when I let myself in,
she wasn’t dressed.
She screamed.
The door smacked me in the face.
I bled, but didn’t complain.
It felt deserved—
for being curious.
That night in the snowstorm,
twice as far from home
as Sue’s bedroom,
I thought about how far I’d come.
I tried getting snotty with Anna once—
Sue’s mom.
Corrected her grammar on the phone
while asking for permission to go to the pool.
She corrected me back, said,
Have fun with the cool kids.
I did.
Trotted off in my XL two-piece
thinking I was all that.
That night, Sue answered the door
and handed me hot chamomile,
a change of clothes,
a pink sweat suit—
top and bottom,
obviously new. They matched.
We had moved on,
but not up enough
for pink sweat suit money.
I told her it’d do.
I was the best version
of my worst self in that suit.
I left early the next morning,
still wearing it.
I was store-bought cake with ganache,
climbing into my two-hundred-dollar car,
the smell of hot exhaust
me revving it up,
shouting promises to return
over the highway noise.
Sue kept calling for her sweats,
long after
it was polite.
At sixteen, I was embarrassed
she didn’t have the pride
to let it go.
She was thirty, and still cool.
I didn’t understand
why it mattered.
She died seven years ago.
I couldn’t return them now
even if I wanted.
But I would—
if I still had them,
if she were still alive.
Instead, I’ve folded
everything I owe her
into this poem.
I still think about her.
I just don’t know
how else to make it even.
Having been brought up on a farm cottage
cows are a breed I know about
they make indeed an interesting study
of that they can be no doubt
Think of yourself as a cow
having to eat grass all day
drinking water from a trough
to produce white milk for your pay
Would you like such a life
so mundane so predictable
not much different from our own?
maybe ours is just a fable!
But this life has some plus points
you don't need to talk
just a moooooo! here and there
time passes no need for a clock
So what do you think?
live on a cow farm oh wow!
want to make your introduction
how now brown cow!
poetgord@2013
The study of women eighteen to twenty-four
came up with the idea they would not want a date
with a man who brought a cat into his dating profile
But what if he had brought a dog? An elephant? A tiger? A bear?
Are these animal-hating women or just cat-haters?
How many women were studied? Were these women all five foot two?
Are they altitude-challenged? Are they intimidated by tall cats?
This study has curiously enticed my dendrites to conjure questions.
Were these women snake-handlers? Are they afraid cats would eat them?
Was it the color of cat that turned them off? The breed of cat?
Do these women not want to date these men because they have cats?
Maybe they already have nine.
Maybe one more would get them kicked out of their apartment’s lease.
Do these women fear cats? Have they been mauled or bitten by cats?
The more I look at this study the more questions I have.
I used to be convinced
that I had never experienced true love
i’d never made it that far across the bridge
spent 6574 days as just one body
But then I remember
the laughter, the splendid summer days, coffee fueled study dates
hugs warmer than the sun
that beat down on us even during the cruelest of winter’s outbursts
Tears that turned into smiles
fears that transformed us
made us who we are today
The clock never stops running
but our lives remain forever intertwined
on the outside it may seem that you are simply my friends
but if i’m honest
I owe the largest part of my heart to you.
I awoke this morning, before Dawns early light; the Sunshine still slept.
I took my coffee cup, out on the porch, and for “Lenore” I Finally wept.
The pain, the agony, years of grief: rolled down my cheeks: My Soul’s Relief.
A single ray of sunshine over the majestic purple mountains peak, peeks.
Out of this single ray of light, my Heartbeat; my Soul “ LENORE “ speaks.
“ My Dearest and Only Beloved ; I’m sorry I left, upon our Everlasting Day.
I’ll sing to you My final Poem, before OUR Heavenly Father; bids Me to stay
I remember every Rhyme, YOU wrote For ME : Lets memorize each TIME.
GOD grants US togetherness : “ LENORE, Lets make this HOUR, OURS.
LENORE and I shared Memories, OUR POETRY : many of OUR HOURS
As I came back, from this Adventure, the morning Sun was smiling at ME.
Atop the Mighty Purple Mountain he had climbed ; I was not There to SEE.
With eyes now wider opened, I watch the warmth of the SUN racing at ME.
I feel the wind the warmth flies in on, Flowing through my Grey White Beard
I Smell the flowers growing; I see the mighty OAK Limbs wave; WEIRD.
I must Retrain my senses; To see, hear, feel : TO WRITE!! My FRIENDS
Relearn the Basic laws of Truth and LIFE and LOVE and FEELING.
Must Retrain my hands to write of The Beauty of Mother Earth! My FAMILY
I have to Study very Hard, my Contemporaries , to quicken the HEALING.
Then I can Write, to the ones I love; They teach me Everything THE POETS
Author's note: My mother wanted me to be a CPA. But of all the countless more useful things I could have done, should have done, and actually tried to do with my life, it seems, I have become, here, nearing the end, a wannabe poet. There are times I sort of wish I had listened to Mama. This piece, dear reader, is semi-autobiographical. I'll leave it up to you to determine which cheek my tongue is in.
Upon no laurels have I rested,
My IQ just once was tested,
And I've known since I was five I was no prodigy.
At Texas Tech I solved no riddles,
Split no atoms down their middles,
Never earned an MBA, much less a Ph.D.
One time I did, though, try to query
Mr. Albert Einstein's theory
About time, and space, and quantum relativity.
I asked the prof why study Al's extended family,
And he expelled me from his class in perpetuity.
My career, though never stagnant,
Neither was a money magnet,
Now in retirement I've more Social than Security.
And my portfolio's in tatters
'cause concerning money matters
That investment mumbo jumbo's just a mystery.
What do the IRS and Charles Schwab expect of me?
To make a living with my pen is my big fantasy,
But it's more likely I will one day win the lottery,
Or make more money in flea markets selling pottery.
If, as they say, an artist suffers for his artistry,
Then as a writer I guess I can thrive in penury
And never prostitute my art nor my integrity,
Though I would gladly sell my soul to publish annually.
But if my effort never pays,
I'll be content I've spent my days
Trying to pen the perfect phrase
And basking in the random praise
When a reader smiles and says, "Ah,
Now that is poetry!"
The Program was called
Unintroduced
twelve women loosley cladded
intered a room with
A. 20 men
B. 12 men
C. & men
they only had one mission
to not communicate with
the person the had selected as there Pretend Husband.
all they knew was the number of the guy they choose.
when the Matron thought they had enough time to talk
She would change the subject: meaning for the women
to move on to someone else.
the objective was for the women to be genuinely interested
in each person, and only getting the numbers of the guy she
wished to date. And taking the numbers of men she allow to
date her.
they had 15 minutes in each the A. round: the B round and in
the C round.
at the end the same would be done with Men.
at the end of the day.
each person involved in the study would be asked, who'd they prefer
to date.
and thus the night would be an evening of romance for some.
an evening of interuptions for others.
Fine foods for some.
Horrible dining for others.
Some were skits.
Some were actual mean people.
Some were atheltes
wanting to know
how it was in the real world.
and Some were actors looking
'for roles.
The audeince would have to guess
what was what.
The Theme was centered around
"Don't you Want to Know?"
Really don't you Really want to know.
Puta Truco appears as Umen Sesine'
and Toosgo Uilduer appears with
Kizzer Jisserium
From the Skit Show
Polmere Pounce
I have this talent - I can create an ex-boyfriend out of thin air. **snapping fingers**
Lisa and I had just gotten back to school from Thanksgiving break and my soon to be ex-study-partner arrives all passively-angry - with that withering, unmistakable, male-balance of harshness and ambivalence. I don’t even know what triggered his moral panic.
I was bewildered at first. “We aren't dating,” I said, “we're study-partners.” We’d agreed early on and I saw the relationship as defined - with a period. He, apparently, saw it as more of an ellipsis…
Then, we kissed one night. We were happy because we’d slammed the midterms. I thought of It as a “champagne kiss” moment of celebration - but it was a mistake that seemed to break some spell between us.
After that, I could never utter the “yes” he wanted and our friendship momentum stalled. You could say that I’ve been slowly contracting around him to ordinariness - like an infatuation balloon deflating into disappointment.
Still, I feel this stupid, hurtful sense of loss. Why am I so bad with guys?? Perhaps I should take the scientific approach and conduct exit-interviews.
I’d LIKE to have a boyfriend, sometimes, but all I can see are negative consequences - and who has the TIME? Most nights, when my homework is finished, there’s only a few hours left over for sleep.
He left me in a lurch - but I went through my class list and managed to study-group-up before finals (thank God).
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.,
So that you’ll be wealthy in times of need.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Learn to live within your means. Start today.
Don’t buy on credit trifles you don’t need.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Manage your credit, but keep debt at bay;
Debt is a trap from which you’re seldom freed.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Don’t let falling markets scare you away;
Think like a farmer buying bargain seed.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Diversify assets in every way.
Study finances and investing. Read!
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!
Don’t procrastinate; your future’s today.
This is about security, not greed.
Every year, max-out your I.R.A.
Start putting money aside. Now! Today!