Crazy Little They

Crazy Little They
Virginia Carraway Stark

I wrote a little poem
about a girl beyond the pale
they all thought it was about them
it was like the song
being ‘so vain’
they all thought this poem
was about them
but it was the crazy in it
that they all identified with
and laid offence and claim to
I worried about that poem
and the fact that if I put
a designation of a gender
and insane behaviors
to a character
that so many people
would reach out
and lash out in offense
claiming that I had written
a crazy little poem
about crazy little them
truthfully;
one of them
was likely to be correct
which one, I will never tell
because
if they were all so sure
that they were all that crazy
I think it’s safe to say
that it really was
a little poem
that was about
each and every one of them
who believed it described
crazy little they
that’s all I’ll ever say

Genesis

Infinite nothing
To infinite none
Cohesive excercises of cosmic one
Vapors enterprise
Vacuous dust
Shaped into formations
In the image, trust.
Constellations bundled
Allegories rising
Genesis
Synthesis
Kinetic
Timing
Boom
There’s a man
On a planet
Out in space
Seeking a woman
From heaven
Desiring to place
Her hand in his hand
And look upon her face
Genesis of love
Requires absence of commonplace
Rules.
Defy gravity, formality, reality and logic
In the midst of infinite nothing the craftsman designed the object
of affection

Hour sixteen: Ode: My god spelled backwards

If we loved things in the moment the way
we do in retrospect, no poems would ever
be written. No love letters would be found

by grandchildren, no stories of spectacular

losses and unlikely saves would be told
by parents anxious to relive their glory days.
There would be no glory days, just an endless

blue sky, which, if unchanging, might as well be

grey, or no sky at all. Without darkness,
there is no way to conceptualize light.
Regardless, I know that I have loved

every moment with you to its fullest. No overlay

of memory could color you sweeter.
No poem can explain the way it feels
to lay my head against your ribcage

and fall asleep to the symphony of your breath.

I believe that every other light only reflects
your glow, that you are the sun in a world
of moons, a brightness from which I can find

no shadow. You do not make a good story,

but you are the reason I keep writing,
keep breathing, keep believing that love
is more than a plot device, more than a star

that falters and dies, waiting to fall over the horizon.

Prompt 18: The Beginning

“You egotistical bastard, this ain’t about you.”

“Of course it’s not, it’s always about you. You selfish bitch.”

Two daughters, stood off to the side

Twins

Hiding in the darkness

Listening to their parents fight once again

“Wanna play a game?” The first twin asked who was dressed in white.

The second twin dressed in black turned and smiled, “What’s the stakes?”

The first twin smiled, with a grin on her face, “Everything.”

 

“It’s your fault!” Screamed the twin in white.

“No it’s your fault!!” The twin in black yelled back.

 

The yelling and screaming from both sides of the room

Caused a shake and energies to go

KABOOM

“Shit, Now look at what you’ve done. Eve come on.” Screamed Father God.

Eve smiled at her sister and gave her hug, “I’ll see you soon.”

Then disappeared with her father.

“Lilith, Come dear,” Mama Universe called out.

Lilith turned towards her mother. “Yes Mom.”

Then they too disappeared

Leaving a quake from their shake.

As their auras travelled to a place.

Of Blue, brown, green, and white.

An atmosphere they could enter.

Without a fight.

With no opposition.

Then Father God and Eve appeared again

“It worked.” Father God said

“Can we play again?”

Father God looked at his daughter.

“Of course you can. I’ll even give you someone to play with.”

Eve smiled as she watched her father release his sperm.

Then sent it down below to earth

“Go,” He said. “Find him.”

 

“Will I be alone,” Lilith asked

Getting used to her new home.

Mama Universe shook her head as she looked up to the sky.

Knowing everything will be alright

Inhaling with a deep breath before blowing out one of her eggs

To intersect with the sperm above.

“Right on time,” she whispered in the sky.

“Go on Lilith, what you seek is hidden and right before your eyes.”

Lilith smiled before rushing off.

 

Making sure she was gone.

And no one was in sight.

Mama Universe lifted off.

Up into the great heights.

Where Father God waited.

In their bed.

Planets off.

Sun shining.

“Ready to go again?”

Mama Universe smiled.

As her starry hills and mounds twinkled bright.

“You know it,

Let’s drop some meteorites this time”

Then jumped into the bed.

Pulling the clouds up over them.

Hidden yet could be seen with flashes.

And heard through the rumbles.

Of their love making and fucking.

 

Copyright © 2019 by Angelica Stevenson

All Rights Reserved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mother Nature

Mother nature welcomed us
With perfect habitat
Fruits to eat
Water to drink
Natural caves to live in
Weathers to enjoy
Trees to help us sustain

We didn’t need more
But we thought we did
Now we destroyed all he gifts
To fulfill our greed
The mother is angry
She is coming to get us now…

Universal Consciousness

The birds, they sit and watch me as I think,
and deer wander near as I, in solitude, visit their yards.

Mountain lions warm their tails beside my fire,
and bears grumble a gruff hello when I tread upon our trail.

Children smile, reach for my hand,
a
nd I delight in their love.

Pets, whose owners say “he never likes anyone”,
love me anyway, for nothing but kindness they see.

I am the world, and the world is me,
as we speed through our galaxy.

A spinning orb, we circle round a sun so hot
w
e shade our crown, and mingle in the beauty here.

I am the universe, and the universe is we,
together with me.

I am never lost, nor am I found,
for the land goes round, and round, and round.

360

In the beginning

out of the vast emptiness of space

the Creator created heat with the fast rubbing of hands

then a large clap

and all civilization began

the earth evolved and creation took over

they sought to mimic the Creator in creation

but greed and power replaced good

the Creator saw the creation was flawed

He rubbed his hands and with a clap

the creation was no more

 

In the beginning…

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Hour 15: The Beginning

The Beginning

Beautiful before beauty

destroyer and creator

Out of the vacuum

Out of the oscillations

Out of the vibrations

we were born

hot with no observer

from the silent, bubbling crucible