Here I am
a pin-cushioned thumbtack
stuck in my ways
like a stick in the mud
or a telephone pole
obstructing the gorgeous view
of a T-Mobile tower
flapping my wires
&
watching the crows
pass me over on by.
5/10/2019
Submitted for: Dial It Back Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Maureen McGreavy
Categories:
thumbtack, racism,
Form: Free verse
if i had a thumbtack
for every
promise i made you,
i would
prick my own finger
in the
name of truth for i
never told
it
the donkey would run
for the
hills and float on
air while slowly
going down for the
sweet center
of your heart....i
could never hold
it
the greatest blue
day is when the moon
is
half seen as a
symbol if life's oft
forgotten
imperfections
we are vulnerable to
its touch and as a
result reveal
secrets unbeknownst
to us
that we still think
is safely locked
away in
protection
now i pay the price
with all the air
that i breathe
for your wilted
heart i will even
give up my greatest
possession to
receive
you can be a
habitual liar or
just constantly
deceive
just the essence of
your presence will
for me be the
greatest reprieve
Categories:
thumbtack, blue,
Form: Rhyme
THE MODERN DAY SOJOURNER TRUTH
Tired from the lack of work --------Trivial
Lazy, I am not.-------------------Search
Thinking about Non-Profit---------Self-Employment
Freelance Writing, Tutoring, Virtual Administrator, etc…---------Thumbtack
You can’t keep a real woman down.------------------Steadfast
Many aspirations I have.----------------------------------Praying
Gotta get up early in the morning.-----------------------------Mobile
To define my purpose----------------------------------------Harmonizing
To many negative thoughts------------------------------------Intune
To why I continue to be down---------------------------------- Enthused
This is not the measure I am in.------------------------------------Woman
I am just as strong as [any] man.----------------------------------Sojourner!
__________________________/
04/17/2014
Form: Acrostic/End-Line Word
1st Place
Categories:
thumbtack, africa, black african american,
Form: Acrostic
Fettered to stationary slave drivers,
I was a young bull prodded
by the stinging, rusted tips
of your cheekbones.
I'm not worried.
Tomorrow I will escape.
I have found my avenue,
she's a far cry from you.
Words stitched together from
an addled haze
are nestled in a pouch
tucked below your face.
I'll just have to slip a hand
in there and take them back.
It's not clear what I'll gain,
but I'm sure of what you'll lack.
Categories:
thumbtack, beauty, lost love,
Form: Free verse