San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Great Author: W.B. YEATS
Categories:
unaccepting, beautiful, happiness, husband, in
Form: Rhyme
This internal conflict
Holding all my secrets inside
Is affecting the way I am externally seen
Reacting to unknown insecurities in secret
Because uneducated people
Stigmatize everything
I gotta hide all the parts of me
They deemed as socially unacceptable
To the standards of
An unaccepting society
But I'd be a misfit and
labeled psychotic
If I opened the door up
to all the parts of me
It's hiding
It's quite the dilemma
Inside of me I'm trying to write it on the wall
So it's obvious for others to see
Maybe outline opinions
That were once outside, with breath now inside me
Opinionated, alive
Death has fallen upon them
Due to judgment from everyone else about how I am supposed to be inside and
I guess I can mark down opinions as the cause of death
On the autopsy:
"Young woman detached from any attachment to this society".
Categories:
unaccepting, deep, society,
Form: Rhyme
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
11/4/2022
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Author: W.B. YEATS
Categories:
unaccepting, aubade, husband, memory, philosophy,
Form: Quatrain
Dear Stars,
Take me with you,
Far away from this ship and its crew,
Away to your place,
Where there is nothing but space,We'll sail together all around the sea,
We'll shine together in the hearts of lord,
With no motive we'll float,
A never ending journey on this boat.
Dear moon,
Take me with you,
For you are the most loved one i know,
Teach me to love,
Love with no expectation,
They say i don't love,
I am unaccepting,i am belligerent
I am hard ,
I wanna know from you,
Keep me close to your heart.
Dear light,
Take me with you,
You are the hope ,you are the spur,
You keep ignited to those falling down,
But for some you appear as illusion,
let's together be the light for them,
We'll make their path luminous,
We'll take all their sorrow within us,
For we are infinite.
Categories:
unaccepting, creation, hope,
Form: Lyric
Deflected, crushed by the social retardation,
Not loved, ‘cos he’s altogether unaccepting,
Active learning the robot’s mouth action,
So he can't contextualise, there’s no blessing.
Neither me nor him meet and we sweep by,
There’s no connection from his ANDs and ORs,
Only citadels to weather the reactive cry,
When my nouns are pocketed by many cursors.
Where’s the memory bank and why the chat?
The bus is long gone and I'm open, vulnerable,
There’s no room for social construction’s mat,
To yield identity’s dynamic, recursive turntable.
Yes, microchips and logic gates shouldn't enable,
Machine learning at the cost of root foundations;
Your group, community, your niche and fable,
Ignite the necessary conversation of care situations.
Ok, so can we build a robot? A care robot?
Indeed care assistance is definitely reducible,
To only a small number of abstractions, clot,
‘Cos love does not evade the comprehensible.
Doors class as access, also pavements, steps,
Only three types of garments, two of people,
Friend or foe, but a cloud for certain parapets,
And who’s boss is said before, it's programmable.
Categories:
unaccepting, caregiving, computer, future, identity,
Form: Quatrain
Voluptuous with thick thighs, plump or plus size.
Thicker than a snicker, yes she’s the bigger picture.
There’s no way to describe with unaccepting eyes,
A body made perfectly ample to handle.
She’s unapologetic and makes no disguise to hide,
Her rubbing thighs walking with head held high.
So who reflects on her stomach being a tad bit overly comprehensive?
She’s not a Q-tip or a toothpick, but rather an hourglass containing more sand.
Physically she’s what society has deemed obese, fat, a blemish to beauty from
a televised social point of view.
Though you will never see her grace the cover of Vogue, or Cosmopolitan,
She’s the modern day Osun.
No longer will I allow her to be ashamed of self, but rather I’ll encourage her,
Wealth of self-worth.
A pretty face is only the beginning, sweetheart love the handles you wear, for your
image was derived from the mind of the creator of humanity.
Whether the expression used is plus size or curvy, love the skin you’re in, be yourself
don’t let the world dictate your shape.
Because you’re the goddess in someone’s dream, transpiring reality.
Curvy Ideal!
Categories:
unaccepting, black african american, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
striding through the shifting shadows, feeling shattered in your sleep,
as we seek the will to fix the broken lives that leave us weak
and though we clearly see the cracks and flaws in natural, worldly signs
we are unaccepting of the worlds impractical designs
for with nothing truly broken and with nothing truly fixed
can we ever look at our vast lives and gaze at them, transfixed?
or are we doomed forever with myopic, fearful thoughts
seeking nonexistent answers in a hell that we have wrought
never stepping from the light of day for fear of darkest night
with insomnia that masquerades as staying in the right
and rejecting nightfall for the phobic dogma of the world
but if we peek behind the curtain, take a glance behind the door,
who could say what dreams we'd have that we have never had before?
Categories:
unaccepting, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
I was born into this
land,
to make my mark on
this world,
A child of a multi
racial society,
Identity a mystery,
equality a necessary
embrace,
A society built by
ancestors from all
walks,
Not a single voice
dominates,
Promises of equal
representation,
Often met with
disappointment,
My childhood was one
of conflict,
Battling wolves in
sheep's clothing,
Struggling to find
meaning,
The search for true
purpose,
overwhelming
Outcast by many for
reasons unknown,
Night spent in
endless agony,
questioning God's
wisdom,
Do i belong in a
society so
unaccepting,
Not only by others
but my own as well,
Their hatred
misguided, but
directed with force
so unrelenting,
My saving grace, an
opportunity to seek
another home
One which would be
more accepting,
I ponder then, what
needs to be done,
Do i yield and seek
mercy,
To those who remain
blind and seek my
fall,
Or do i desire to
bear wings ,
and soar above such
blinding misery,
My comfort in
realizing,
For all those who
hate without
purpose,
That the path they
travel,
Lonely,decaying and
full of gravel,
In this season of
freedom,
I have nothing to
fear anymore...
Categories:
unaccepting, adventure, conflict, identity,
Form: Free verse
Youth
fledgling, callow
generation rising, aging, accepting
cars, jobs, regrets, pains
secluding, denying, resenting
tolerating, unaccepting
adulthood
Categories:
unaccepting, life,
Form: Diamante