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We met him at the Pride Parade joining all those who came there to unite…
He was wearing a blue denim dress and carrying a flag in colors blue and pink and white.
He proudly waved his transgender flag…a freedom that seemed to give him joy…
We weren’t sure if he was born a boy who knew he was a girl
or born a girl who knew she was a boy.
But that didn’t matter to us…or anyone else who stood there by the road…
we were all impressed with the courage and the bravery this wonderful human showed.
Because today…fear and prejudice and politics have made it difficult by far…
for a transgender human to stand up proudly…and declare to the world who they are…
Which is why we were there at the parade…to lend our love, support and happiness
to celebrate with pride…all the people in the parade…and their unique humanness.
It’s fitting that we are in Cherokee country..because many native nations,
whose traditions we so callously attempted to destroy…
believed in two-spirit people—those being born part girl…part boy.
They gave special significance to two-spirit humans…and welcomed all of them here
believing they had a special connection to the sacred spiritual sphere.
They revered two-spirit humans…who because of their two-spirit feelings
became their spiritual and ceremonial leaders…with special powers for healing
I’d like to get back to the Native Nations way of thinking…
because the only way to make this country great…
If to ensure acceptance, truth and wisdom…supplants our prejudice, fear and hate.
When you think about it who walks in better balance
than a human who can see the world from more than one side…
Which made us proud to watch this young human wave his flag…
proud he knew he was accepted…that he didn’t have to hide.
I believe we all are born with two-spirits…certainly me…and I have no doubt…you…
It’s just some people are more blessed to have a better balance between the two.
And rather than try to shame and humiliate them…I think it’s important that we…
celebrate who they are…and who they were born to be…
Because this human holds onto the hope that one day…our world will have evolved so far…
That a human won’t need to be brave or courageous…to show the world exactly who they are
You indicated I don’t listen.
I respectfully disagree.
I hear you.
I just don’t like what you have to say.
Pretending to ignore you takes tremendous effort.
Quick to dismiss
that which emanates from a source
other than your own lips –
and it’s not like you’re the only one who likes to hear himself talk.
Trying to sleep
never should be undertaken.
That’s why we fall asleep.
There’s no effort.
Fall’s inevitable.
There’s a season for everything.
But this one’s
short lived
and seemingly doesn’t come as often as it used to
before global warming and other major concerns
evidently.
… thinking about our earlier discussion
makes me wish I lacked lips
and that the cliché about going in
one ear and out the other was more
literal than figurative.
I figure eventually this noise will
QUIET DOWN!
so that trying morphs
to falling
and dreamless sleep supplants
the constant drone of something
terribly wrong.
Panic attacks that
neverend
or seemingly seem so
prior to this pillow talk –
a case for a better
container:
containment is key.
It turns out
that my point of entry
always my biggest nightmare.
Big is such a small word.
I wish it was more attentive
of its status as an anomaly –
just a monosyllabic
monstrosity of awfulness.
B-I-G
A word so tiny
even toddlers
master its annunciation.
BIG!
From that which is so small.
If I said I forgave you
it would be nothing but a lie
but you would not apologize
anyway.
So all this talk is trash.
Be the big one.
Say you’re sorry.
Just refuse for another
Pronouncement
of lackluster
underachievement.
My comfort zone.
I’m sorry.
Yet again.
Crushed by the fickle hand of fate:
collapsing dreams crumble away.
And abandoned, to fear and hate,
an emptiness; consumes my day.
Walking blind, convinced I can see:
cascading doubts, fracture my heart.
And challenging what defines me,
anxieties; rip me apart.
All alone and bullied by fears,
lingering hopes, swiftly depart.
And I drown in a pool of tears,
as feelings of loneliness start.
Forsaking promises of youth,
it's like the world is in my face.
And as deceit supplants the truth,
I question why my birth took place.
I've grown accustomed to the pain
of being hurt by foe and friend.
And on the fringes of disdain,
I'm thankful that life has an end.
Written: May 20, 2024
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Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway
sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell
splendid summer shorelines spike
summertime spousal serenade swept
scrumptious, sturdy sibyllic sweeps
silky shorelines settle scrawls
seawater subtly scrubs sewage
skirr is a spectacular sand stronghold
sapphire specks spruce seaside sand
shoreline scoria is sharp
shipmates glide along a sleety seacoast
shivering seafarers' sight.
Straight skyline scaled saddlebow
sighting swallows spawned sibilance
stalls and slumps were scrutinized
strolling solysium soliloquy
stranding Schadenfreude
satisfied spectator
sarcasm serves as a solecism
slanting supplants a sempiternal scintilla
swirl across a snapped soul
supported standout slide
spiraling semantic spondaic species
sweeping synopsis syncope
start to sense surrealism
Sensual, sensuous, slim, and smiling
sits silently staring
sapphire sky sight
the sun casts scarlet shadows
slowly sinking silhouettes
scatter stars on skylines
Sunday sermon supply
searching souls
singing serenade.
Slides speckled sunshine
souvenirs spark strands of subdued shades
sequential surety swelling
strange, scarlet, silky songs
sway symphonic sylphic stardust
store sustained scrupulousness
silver surges spurred the space
snagging scents
step sibilant serendipity
stirred spectrum.
No one compares (to you)
I cry myself to sleep almost every night
since you took my heart away
I try to tell myself... that it's alright
I can live for one more day
Everywhere I go, things remind me of you
the whispers on the breeze,
My sorrow paralyzes, what can I do?
it brings me to my knees
Chorus
There's no solace in my day to day
since you took my heart away
Grief supplants my joy in all I do
'cause no one compares...
no one compares to you
I go alone now to our favorite place
I think of what you'd do
No one else exists, all I see is your face
I don't know what is true
Chorus
There's no solace in my day to day
since you took my heart away
Grief supplants the joy of all I do
'cause no one compares...
no one compares to you
For the prince song contest song inspired by Nothing compares to you
June 11,2025
To plant is to trust
to cast one bright kernel down
into the unknown—
hope kneeling beside turned soil,
believing plant will unfurl.
Within seed's dry shell
a germ of much potential
lies folded, asleep—
entire trees are stored within,
whole forests in furrowed rows.
Seed must push toward
both the dark and light at once—
downward, upward, drawn
in twin rituals of yearning,
shoots and roots yen protracted.
Rain wakes the kernel
with a baptism immersion
unwinding the scroll-
whispering that time has come
to supplant sowing and grow
Two green palms unfold—
cotyledons greeting light
with trembling delight
two hands cupped up enlightened,
enlivened, become alive.
FRAGILE HEARTS DOUBLE ACROSTIC
F inally you appeared, right out of the blue
R andom chance that I would ever meet you
A fter all that we've been through
G od knew that our hearts were fragile too
I nstead of searching for love in vain
L ove has brought us here together
E ternal bliss supplants stormy weather
H appiness was found here in your smile
E verything you do, makes life worthwhile
A fter you, there could never be another
R ipples of you will go on forever
T rials and tribulations are in store, but
S ay you will stay with me forevermore
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F allen victims of tragic love
R esurrected emotions, just to be
A nihilated by deception again
G oes against my will, and common sense
I ntuition tells me not to trust again, then
L ove conquers all of my fears and
E ventually, you ease my pain
H appiness is transitory at best
E xcept when you find a love that is true
A ll you can do, is guard your fragile heart
R efuse to give it away, unless they are
T rustworthy of character, Divine
S o bring down your walls, and let love's light shine
John Derek Hamilton
September 25,2016