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Boogie Woman comes in between my cell layers at night
She punches me up and charges me up into my fierce fighting mode
I yell and scream my truth and she laughs, gulping my rage and my indignation.
Boogie Woman knows me better than I know myself
for I was never allowed to have real feelings.
The Big Bad Wolf from Chicago land is lurking
way back in the recesses of my brain
Anticipating the best sneaky way to jump our friend
Russian Connoisseur Paper Bag Man
To make him yelp some Russian phrases we will not understand anyway.
I love the anticipation of when it will happen next, for I am the last to know.
Trixie is the omnipotent oppressor and ruler
of our mystical whimsical poetry fields.
Boogie Woman slaps my face, and kicks me to the curb.
I land at her feet, sniffling.
She then lets Trixie have her way with me.
Trixie is a nipple twister so I am fearful.
Afraid but yet laughing because I am wearing so much armor
she cannot get me today
I run down Dictionary Alley and log onto my main connector.
I have an enormously large and blue Thesaurus and am not afraid to use it.
Big Bad Wolf coughs, warning me by mere inches.
He is ahead of me in leaps and bounds, howling at Luna’s light.
Moon magic illuminates our friend Paper Bag Man’s head on the pole of Oz.
What is happening?
Who is in the control power?
Trixie laughs, not afraid of wolves or scarecrows.
"Marbles"
losing oneself
in the dance
is like a game
of marbles
snookered
you shoot
the pot
corner hole
unlit
never never
give up
it soon
becomes
the win
when you
lose
your marbles
you're leagues
way ahead
when they drop
you take the fall
there's only
one way to go, and
that is up
twister
is not a game
it’s not all
that you’ve read
dance moves
on the floor
of life
all
lit up
marbles,
shooting shots
like long legged
legends
you take your shot
you're delerious
still laughing
like there's
no tomorrow
dance moves
on the floor
of life
all
lit up
like legends
marbles,
loose
and lost
leagues ahead
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
The day before rain was still
a breeze filled with a rainy smell
all in all the clouds fluffy and white
the moon was shy as if halved by an bite
Calm and cool the day at ease
feeling like at an moment the day could sneeze
the birds were hopping on the ground
where seeds and bugs got gobbled down
the sun was wearing shades
not bright at all was this day
The aches in Aunt Holly's knees
let us know that rain would please
Hope it's just a soft rain that chills
not a wicked dark strom with thrills
Spring is here and our minds beware
at any moment a twister could appear
the forecast is for heavy rains tomorrow
the day before rain feels like one borrowed
in tornado ally a fear resides
a ström shelter saves lives
~Summer’s Eve ~
I am a woman!
I am proud-
I am everything you want.
Plus more
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother,
A grandmother a granddaughter
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am a working lady.
A widow left behind.
I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-
I AM!
A mentor throughout this world.
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.
I am the color of the rainbow.
I am deeper than the sea.
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.
I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.
I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-
And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse.
Summer's Eve.
*****
In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!
By;PD
The gentle desert wind carries the sweet scent of roses, where deep longing truly grows.
My heart spins like a whirling twister dancing, taking flight, searching restlessly for light.
Under the moonlit night sky, a haunting flute plays, each note a prayer, expressing a love that cannot be silenced.
This earthly echo of divine love burns in my soul like a fire that will not fade away.
With every step across the shifting moments, my spirit longs for that guiding celestial hand.
The Beloved awaits within the whirling sandstorm, calling me to surrender to this warm, embracing love.
Though shadows fall, obscuring what I seek, faith lights my path, an unspoken voice guiding me.
In the silence, whispers fill the air, "The heart's true home is a matchless love beyond compare."
So let me whirl like a lost twister in this graceful dance, finding my rightful place in this loving embrace.
For in this love, all boundaries dissolve, my soul found peace in this story that will eternally unfold.
I'm constantly thinking about
the fear of the uncertain tomorrow...
not being able to gain strength
and conquer it with a mind so narrow.
Living in solitude wasn't too pleasant
it deepens if there's no control over it;
in this lonely dimension I grew up,
with a philosophy of a loveless pup!
I often wished for amorous affections,
dedicating myself to my chosen one;
did it materialize or vanished as others
did to allow a freedom without any desire?
Time doesn't slow down for concessions,
it turns into a violent and devastating twister
that leaves a desolate land to future dangers...
warning the living that nothing will glister!
Whoever plans the future with great expectations
will certainly know delusion, a taste of bitterness;
while the fear for the uncertain tomorrow grows:
can prayers offer hope and relieve the pain of a loss?
Mister Twister had a sister
A maiden oh so fair
Mister Twister and his sister
Was born in Delaware
Mister Twister's little sister
Then left to go to college
Mister Twister knew his sister
Was hungry still for knowledge
Mister Twister called his sister
To see how she was doing
Mister Twister's baby sister
Spent all her time there screwing
So Mister Twister's little sister
Dropped out the first semester
Mister Twister found his sister
A job as an ice cream tester
Mister Twister praised his sister
Cause her testing skill astounds
Mister Twister's baby sister
Now weighs three hundred pounds
Everything’s been frantic since the break.
What people don’t tell you about college,
is that you’re just tired ALL of the time.
I’m so tired, yawn ‘scuse me.
So if you’re planning to talk to me, bring coffee, make
some effort to be interesting - clap your hands or.. something.
Work piled up on me while I was sick (I missed two days!)
and it radiated across my.. everything, like nuclear waste.
In New Haven, you have the inalienable right to fall behind.
ok, let’s put it poetically..
The microorganism was as fast and brutal as a twister
and it spun, tricksily, out of a clear blue day
leaving me weak, in shock and totally focked.
I needed things that come after a natural disaster
- wailing sirens, to clear the way for organized relief
but no volunteers can help me pick-up the pieces.
I guess I needed another challenge this term.
Sure, my roommates check in, but they have their own traumas
and they’re like those slow, drive-by accident-tourists that gawk.
Too bad there’s no such thing as missed class/assignment insurance.
There’s a saying (cleaned up), here at Yale, that goes:
It’ll get done because it HAS to get done.
.
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There are several songs for this piece:
‘We're All Alone’ by Kennedy Ryon
‘Totally Wired’ by The Fall
or ‘Baxter (These Are My Friends)’ by Fred again.. & Baxter Dury
Two days: 4 lectures, 3 labs, 600 pages of reading. Things roll baby - they certainly don’t stop for mE.
Webster: Inalienable: impossible to take away or give up
The epitome of a razzle-dazzle, sizzler twister woman is Ms. Phasing.
Other teachers watch her live her truth which is amazing.
She hears a tune that no one else is aware of, and she hears it well.
Prancing of her heart brings us joy and persuasion, both easy to sell.
The students all clamor to become part of her eccentric, electric class.
Even the ones with math phobia are excited with her upbeat-ful sass.
Always joyful, on a mission, rescuing dogs or saving a student or two.
If you have requests, I will swiftly introduce Mrs. Ph’s energy to you.
A lifelong learner, she knows every creature from Galapagos Island.
Marine iguana, penguin, tortoise, blue-footed booby all gently smile’n
She has run with the bulls, bungee jumped, skydived over the Amazon.
If you bore her in any way she will swiftly and quickly be gone.
Lover of all things green, two-legged, four legged and eight legged too.
If Ms. Phasing has glitter, paint, miscellaneous objects and glue.
Her students adore her, there is never a boring or dull day in her room.
Her class wait list is amazing, even now, when we all meet on Zoom.
The Blame Game©
I am irate, I want to be angry
Something has set me off
And I want someone to be responsible
To be the target of my rage
I just want to let loose
To vent this unexplained feeling
It is like a storm that has brewed
And now like a tornado wants to become a twister
To unleash that which has been pent up
Now looking for someone to thrust my energy upon
A nameless victim who doesn’t even see it coming
Who will be the benefactor of the thrust released
Likely someone who is close like a spouse or a friend
Or maybe a complete stranger
Unaware of the catalyst
That will spark this verbal assault
I just need that someone who will listen
To my frustration, my angst, my worries
Hear what I have to say and just be
The voice of reason
And as time passes
As I journal and negotiate with myself
It has begun to dissipate, to unravel
And the storm has passed
There is no one to blame
It was all part of the game
Andreas Simic©