Poem 14 “Adorable Words”

“Adorable Words” by Mandy Austin Cook

Everybody has a word

a word that blunders over the tongue
as if it were the drunk one of the Three Stooges.
This endearing thing has a percussionary quality to it
 that is likable to me.
Ask my grandmother to say aluminum
and it numandnums into oblivion.
What is the definition of infinity?
Aluminuminuminum.
(minum)
if I want to distract my friend into total abandon of thought
I ask her to tell someone
that  I would specifically like spaghetti.
yes I am aware her pasta could be seafood
while the p playfully tapdances across the s of the noodles.
My word is contribution
 it CONtributes not ConTRIButes to the situaton.
 a southern yellow is not mellow
it is yella
as if to make certain your voice is heard
you might yella at a fella.
The warsh somehow tingles with the suggestion
 that it’s extra-specially squeaky clean
when pronounced in this fashion.
And if you care to
both pronounce and anunciate
be careful not to
pronunciate.
Adorable words.

Poem #13 “Era Sure”

Poem 12: “The Wisdom is Found in the Journey”

“The Wisdom is Found in the Journey” by Mandy Austin Cook

dear past self,

i forgive you.

i forgive you for the times you didn’t give me enough credit,
that you didn’t believe in me like you should.
i forgive you for all of your beating me ups,
all of your “i should have done better”s.
you did the best you could at the time,
for wisdom isn’t imparted in instant doses of immediate.
it’s acquired like marbles collected in a vase.
it takes TIME to understand
that it is the journey itself
that gives you your marbles.
what I absolutely REFUSE to DO
I WILL NOT LET YOU  DEFINE ME.
I honor the good in you that you have cultivated,
and I release the hurt that you accidentally hoarded.
 I wash it away like sand.
I love you. I forgive you. but you are NOT who I am now.
I will not allow others to judge me by you and I will NOT agree
to follow in your footsteps forever.
 I ask you to allow me to flow into new definitions,
 ocean waving the fullness of now without labels or
preconceived notions.
For who I am is Powerful.
 I am a powerful breathtaking representation
of anything that I choose to become
 AND THAT’S OKAY.
It’s okay for us to be two different people
Because the wisdom is found in the journey.

Poem 11: “A Simple Copper Thing”

“A Simple Copper Thing” by Mandy Austin Cook

they’re just pennies

I agree they’re lovely!

shiny little copper pretties thrown into fountains
an abundance of them can be a blessing
but it’s not the genie answer to  necessity of spirit
for whether there are two to put in a gumball machine
or one you pick up along the path carrying a story
or a multiplicity sitting lonely somewhere guarded by a leprechaun
they’re just pennies.
you can wish upon them but they won’t make you happy
you can hold on to them but they won’t create generosity of soul
you can give them away but it doesn’t magically change the giver
they’re just lovely little pieces of fleeting pleasure
meant to be spent wisely
with the understanding that your personal definition of self
is worth mountains more than a simple copper thing.

Poem 10: “Remove the Dis from My Ability”

“Remove the Dis from My Ability” by Mandy Austin Cook

don’t dis my ability to love

don’t underestimate my capacity to achieve
I pave my own path with rare unique stones
but it doesn’t mean I don’t travel well
don’t compare my round to your square
don’t judge my creativity by your specific talent
my drum is different but it still dances
it’s not a flaw it’s an effort cherished direction
but I will still meet you there just give me my own way
embrace me with understanding
and I will embrace you with perspective
and perspective can be precious.

Poem 9: “Music Explained”

“Music Explained” by Mandy Austin Cook

from emotion to mouth

from emotion to heart
from emotion to soul
from emotion to spark
magic movement of moments
all keeping time
dancing lyrics somber steps
comforting whispers of rhyme
rhythmic beats of beautiful treats
cadences reaching out to the repeat.
from laughter to love
from happy to why
from joy to the point of needing to cry
with hands and with heart with scripture and song
clashes claps strings plucks and strums
flute piano guitar harp and drums
something all needed that never will tire
expression of all
is musical lyre

Poem 8: “The Impossible Blessing”

how do you explain

what is beyond words?
something that grounds more than roots
and nurtures more than flowing water
encourages more than summer sunshine
supports steadier than sailing on wind
matters more than air in lungs
is more necessary than safe embraces?
how do you ever begin to  express
what is beyond your own comprehension
better than any wish imagined to a genie,
more anchoring than steel or silver?
the answer is the impossible blessing
of trying to give you my words
in exchange for all you have given to me.

Poem 7: “The Reflection”

“The Reflection” by Mandy Austin Cook
why do i have to see that now?
the You that you so masterfully hid from me
lurking beneath the fake like layers of  lake
muddy under clear – appearing water?
why can’t I still
continue to  blindly see
 the reflection that i wanted?
it was only wishes shimmered back
like rippling through rivers of light with a pebble
this is what I thought I wanted
 but I reach for it,
and it  dissipates
into the  staleness of the shuddering nothing.
What remains is a void.
I acknowledge the illusion,
I’m just mourning the reflection.

Poem 6: “Flutters of Growth”

“Flutters of Growth” by Mandy Austin Cook

it hurts.

to peel back the cocoon
wriggling past what’s safe
into unknown adventure.
but staying curled up into nothingness
also delivers nothing.
this is how you discover your ugly duckling
so stretch through the pain with wobbly new  limbs
and gingerly open trembling, awkward wings
leaning greatly into the allowance of the vulnerable
for this is the most effective way
to comprehend the air.

Poem 5: “Great Aunt Bartow”

“Great Aunt Bartow” by Mandy Austin Cook

Oh Come In!  My  DAAAHRLING!

How are you, you amazing  beloved dear?
Sit  and have a peppermint
you simply MUST listen to my day!
………my week
……..my last 18  months
which spans naturally over the last 150 years.
What about? Why, My adventures of sailing the sands
 in oceans of otherwise undiscovered realms
of jungle escapading through deserts of  just  down the street
You mean you don’t understand?
Oh how delightful! LET ME EXPLAIN!
I’ll weave a tale of fairy musings
all from the pocket of the elf that lives in my cupboard
it’s a delightful diamond spiderweb!
Couldn’t you just listen ALL DAY?
You couldn’t? Well,  WOULD you… please?
You don’t have to leave? Now?  NOT SO SOON!
I’m creating my French delight today!
You  simply MUST stay!
Oh? Why yes…
of COURSE that means I’m cleaning out the refrigerator
and you’ll receive a witches brew
full of combined leftovers to contemplate…
but it’s my SPECIALTY! Come. Sit. Stay!
Enjoy the eccentricity
for it is my superpower.