May the healing mother give your heart peace
May the forgiving father watch over you as you sleep
May your spirit animal, the deer, issue you much needed comfort
May your totem, the turtle, show you the way to health
May your sweat lodge sisters pray that your cancer dissipates
May your family dream of better times and ways to help you through this
May your body push out the bad, and inhale the better greater good
May our prayers help you through this trying time, White Wolf Woman
It's a sad sad day when a mother's attention sways from her
Little daughter swimming
To a social media prison
I kid not these are indeed the last days
I look left and right I can't say I'm amazed
Women giving no attention to the lives they bore
Heads stuck in a mobile phone it's neglect to the core
Can't you spare a moment for your little light
There's something wrong with the picture
It's just not right
As your sons and daughters push out the strokes
Heads bobbing up look at me mummy
No you can't give them your time
Your head lost in a phone
It's social media time
They were once in your tummy
Their little hearts sinking as hope dwindles
In this lost society
What's more important than the child you bore.
Pictures of life are so blurry looking through the lens of a wet pane
Wind fills it with all its fury heavy; driving me today a cold rain
It howls with a strength; if only I could use the screen as a harnessing strain
But instead, I run from it just as a minnow swims towards a seine
It's tailwinds inflicted untold fear as they razed the central plane
There's life in this sky, elixir; as the Tulips push out of the soil this week, they can not restrain
Sunshine will fall again just as water always finds a way to drain
Such guilt seeing all the colors of the world unfold, it hurts so badly that it was expensed by others' pain
Hello and handshakes,
now old hat,
that brief hello,
wiggling through teeth.....
a stiff aura
still making breakfast,
news blabbing
from the old TV,
touching is only
on a big screen,
a carbon copy
of middle aged parents,
tequila on Friday
the bright spot,
like sunshine
on a
wrinkled countenance,
gazing right through each other,
the big mirror,
a comfort zone,
waiting
for one or the other
to push out
first.
like bad poetry
strains to push out another ~
constipation reigns
for the A Hi-Poo Senryu Poetry Contest
sponsored by John Lawless
written on 10/2/23
Little insects burrowing into my skull
A burning under my skin
An insatiable itch i cant scratch
So all i do is tear my skin apart
My skin is no longer mine
Like needles
Repeatedly gouging into my palms to remind me of my desperation
And the only thing that can calm it is gone
Its gone and I’m alone in the dark
Left to embark on this journey alone
Anxiety
I squeeze every muscle in my body
In hope
But it wont
push out any hurt
It stays
It’s the only thing that really ever means forever.
Mommy where’s daddy at?
He’s not here… Be Quiet.
Mommy, when is Daddy coming back?
One night of good loving and smooth touching,
Got a big something.
But like a deadbeat you choose to do nothing.
Rubbing my stomach, feet, and back
Promising this is the beginning and we’ll never get off track.
Hours of labor with you by my side
Holding my hand as I push out our surprise.
Then like night, you just disappear.
Leaving your baby and I and this is all I hear.
Mommy, where is daddy at?
Mommy, when is daddy coming back?
Anxiety
Little insects burrowing into my skull
A burning under my skin
An insatiable itch i cant scratch
So all i do is tear my skin apart
My skin is no longer mine
Like needles
Repeatedly gouging into my palms to remind me of my desperation
And the only thing that can calm it is gone
Its gone and I’m alone in the dark
Left to embark on this journey alone
Anxiety
I squeeze every muscle in my body
In hope
But it wont
push out any hurt
It stays
It’s the only thing that really ever means forever.
I sit here and look back and see how love changed ,
I went from getting hurt ,being abused , to not even ashamed .
It started off rocky i was like dang another game ,
But when he tells me he loves me it feels insane ,
If you read my last poem i was standing in the rain
Hurt, confused ,and really ashamed ,
i didnt know who i was or how to gain ,
My life was a upside down rollercoaster about to break ,
Now i dont feel like that i feel brave ,
About to push out our daughter in amaze ,
Like damn i really found the one ,
We enjoy each other and really have fun ,
I love you even if i dont tell you alot ,
Its because sometimes i feel like this gold might fall out the pot ,
Without you and malachi i dont know where i would be ,
And adding aurora makes it all better to me ,
I just want you to know i appreciate you alot ,
And that you really changed my world ,
To something better and hot ...
Ti was impatient to get started
His grandfather ate his breakfast too slowly
You have all day, his grandmother said. Relax.
Ti was not the relaxed type, he took after his father.
They arrived at the water’s edge
His grandfather said “Guess what boat is mine”.
He knew it would not be the colorful one.
There was nothing colorful about either of his grandparents.
His grandfather waited.
“The colorful one,” Ti guessed, knowing
grandfather would be pleased to have fooled him.
“You are exactly right!”
This was a side of grandfather he had never seen.
He could not wait to push out from shore.
He had a million questions.
Realizing now that he did not know his grandparents at all.
Maybe his father had been keeping secrets.
A labor of love
Frequent contractions
Bloody show appears
Belly and back pain
Her water breaks now
The baby drops
Loosened-up joints
Cervix dilates
Cramps are intense
Nauseous mom
Start the drugs
Feeling great
Bear down
Push out
Birth
May 18, 2022
**Side note: John Gondolf read my first Diminished Hexaverse poem about the end of life (Finis Vitae) and suggested that I write one about the beginning of life. Thank you for the wonderful tip John. I'm always up for an intriguing challenge.
First thing after awoke
I push out the window
To see the weather
To recieve my first ray of sunshine
Hoping it's a fine weather
White clouds blue sky
Reddish flowers
Soft wind
Bustle and rustle in the bushes
Clear in view
The faraway mountain the faraway sea
The road to the end of the skyline
Meeting my dearest sunshine
Before a strenuous day starts
As though you are my only sunshine
Forever shining in the sky
From marrow to vein the thin thread of memory drags another new malignancy out into the light.
I shall tuck it, as a gift, within Destot’s space and leave it to harden and calcify until it’s colour is pale and stony.
This new seed inside my hidden framework will soon germinate, but will never push out towards the dying constellations.
Instead, it will coil its way along ulna, humerus and clavicle and bind bad dreams into a hard, red jewel that will nestle between skull and vertebrae.
Cartilage grinds and sinew creaks as this bud of echoes sprouts and entwines
up through mandible and tooth.
Knife to neck, hand in pajamas, sodden mattress, accusations, laughter under dimming lights.
All of these petals are forever open and held aloft by invading stems that relentlessly offer up the blooms of another time.
I am encased, but the stories of my joints continue to thrive and search a path through my skeletal remorse.
And I will always stop to smell the flowers.
Ignore the poor
Your house is clean
Go on vacation
and life's esteem
Push out your trash
and know your worth
Ignore your problems
people Earth
One more time
been waiting for months
needles injections nurses smiles
Dearest God I am, tired
Dali Lama says suffering and pain
They are not the same and man endures
Perhaps
Not so sure I can connect today
With the cheery medical man and bright lights
But before I go the music
Wraps me in a moment of bliss
And I hear the cawing of crows
Focus on the instant, push out the pain
But still now I have to go
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