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Teena Tincan Poem
I sit beneath a sacred tree. Seeking no meaning. I just am
Stillness gives way to clarity.
I vow to awaken us all
Searching for nothing. Waiting to rise above this earthly realm
Detaching from this body’s natural state of chaos
Bombarding all senses, numb
Dharma is obtainable, I vow to obtain it
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2024
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In the foreground of a dream, you stood before me, confessing your singular misstep.
Behind you, were two images. As only my subconscious mind could decipher, then conveyed to me.
Only the words lingered. They toppled down from your careless mouth, falling towards the ground beneath your unsteady gait, as you paced to and fro; much like a cornered animal.
For months I revisited that dream. Still, I found no answer to the question I asked of you.
You claimed to have committed the act only one time.
All my good senses tell me your heroes lived on death row
Mother’s are to blame for the role you played in the demise of so many.
Ink Blots was the foreground of this dream. Escaping me so obviously.
So now I must wait as they build a case.
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2025
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Christmas geese run loose on corporate lawns
So why should I stand in line at the markets
When dinner is free ranging on asphalt in visitors parking
With a bag of stale popcorn I’d forgotten
Carefully placed upon the ground
Bread crumb leading to that place
Ensuring Holiday dinner on my plates
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2024
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Now you see me.Now you don’t
Everything in between that quote
Not open for question or debate
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2024
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The map on the wall reads, Your closer than you think.
Just awhile longer. Leave it all up to me.
Straight and narrow is the only way, towards the happiness you seek.
Are you capable of this challenge? You do realize you have a choice.
Misery does love her companions. Quiet, submissive;without voice.
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2025
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Wind outside my tiny home, wreaking chaos on its porch
Wicker chairs and potted plants, stand firmly against its force
Finely tuned chimes sound loudly, sending sweetly toned notes into the night
A candle I’ve lit flickers, with the flow of cool currents through aging wooden panes
As the warm glow from the fire, now comforting, fends off the chill from a cool springtime rain
Tuxedo cats hardly notice a thing, intertwined into something resembling a fine sable
Opening one eye on occasion, then quickly returning to twilight
The fire logs let out a soft sounding hiss, as they shrink into hot glowing embers
Fixing my gaze towards its vibrant colors. Comforting, Hypnotic
Drift off to sleep with sounds of a storm. Who’s sharp pitches and tones
Guiding me gently like binaural beats and theta waves
Into another state, created by conscious choice. A world of making all my own
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2025
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I’m having dinner with some friends. Affectionately known as “The Dead”
Staring at their faces, glued firmly in all places.
Who do you think your foolin? Your halitosis say it all.
Exterior defying test of time. As your organs quickly die.
One more drink, and I’m leaving.
I’ve kept up appearances and the peace.
Don’t get up, I’ll see myself out.
Love and kisses to you all.
It’s been a slice of heaven.
But, Im afraid if I stay a minute longer
Your faces will begin melting, from the the candle operas warm glow
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2024
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O gentle sleep. Most precious of secrets
Carefully placed between sunlight and twilight’s touch of warm air and wet kiss
Asunder from me, Yet all of me woven into a spiders web of silken spun strings. Reliving each and every moment in one’s lifetime. Again, then yet again.
Bizarre creatures I’ve created, shouting messages of concern. The very monsters that haunted my childhood. Now offering guidance, sworn allegiance to me for they know they have been conquered, so long ago.
A maestros wand, weaves a tapestry so intricate. Each line intersects. Yet does not interfere with one another.
O welcome sleep. With each worry and every dream. Days labor comes to end
On soft pillows where I’m lead towards a fantasy, I must then, take part in an eternal play
Filled with obscurity and dismay
In search of meanings to each day.
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2025
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I’m waiting. Watching you, watching me.
I wonder, what you’ll tell the jury
When they’re deciding your fate?
Will you even make it to trial?
I see you cowering in some dark corner
After the dirty thoughts have fled from your wild mind
Sucking on your fate, fetal style
Now that you’ve done the deed.
My scent still fresh on your lizard scales
Excitement gives way to terror
When you remember all of your mistakes
Of trace evidence
Pointing its bony finger, right at you!
Oh, but the ecstasy! Finality of it all!
You did it! You really did it!
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2025
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When a stranger becomes stalker, the life you lead comes into question. Was it something I said, that someone took offense . Was it your objection or endless rejections to suitors seduction that fell short of enticing and sorely lacking in suspense.
For what you can’t have, you’ll take in due time. Building up fluids to be spilled upon me, your wine.
At first you did frighten, enough to lose sleep. But, now I am learning, your patterns. Your needs.
Are you ready for me? I’ve something special lined up. I’m certain you’ll approve. It’s all those things that you love!
I’ll be home by 9, but you know this already. Having studied me carefully, unnoticed by many.
But, I quickly caught on to the times you invaded. An intruder made himself comfortable and in the closet he waited.
How cold was that blade when it entered your heart? Were you scared when I continued to snuff out your light?
Are you cold? Of course you are. Your dying. In the very manner you’d planned for me.
Sirens are getting closer. As for you, you’ll cease to be
Copyright © Teena Tincan | Year Posted 2024
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