The Poetry Marathon

Curse Breaker

As I listen to my children

I shake my head with disgust, sadness, regret

Not at them or because of them

It’s because of myself

This is what I passed down

When they were but eggs in my womb

I’m not able to change what was done before me

Or take back the curses that my mother spoke on me and them

And I cannot take back the curses that I gave with my words and actions

Before I real-eyes I don’t want to stay the same

I needed to change

And change is what I did

Change is what I’m doing

However the consequences and side effects of the curse must play out

As I continue to pour, do, speak, act

Healing

That blessing of peace

For my children and me

Creating, teaching, reprogramming, molding, sharing, showing

MAKing more Curse Breakers

Who will make more Curse Breakers

Till there’s no curse left to break

And leaving love, peace, healing, health, success, prosperity, life, fun, laughter, Connectedness

What Curses Have You Broken Today!

 

 

 

 

 

Wild?

Into the wild I go, brazen and brave.

Leave it all behind, no turning back.

Will I ever be satisfied, it seems unlikely.

Brazen and Brave I go.

Crack callouses lead me, following my heart.

Dirty hair spirals out of my head, shielding me from the sun.

My only possession is my soul, it guides me to where I need to be.

Brazen and Brave I go.

My story begins now.

Was it all worth it?

Leaving my family behind, no plans?

Brazen and Brave I go.

And now I’m gone, my name an echo in English class.

My choices marked with red pen and yellow highlighter.

More known in death, than I ever was during life.

Brazen and Brave I go.

Into the wild, I went.

Pan Grandma

Certain dogs can look like mini llamas when shaved short. Some dogs don’t, just certain ones. That doesn’t mean they are mini llamas. They just look like mini llamas.

I tend to look like a stereotypical lesbian when my hair is pixie short. Some women don’t, just certain ones, like myself. Not that I mind so much looking like a lesbian, but I would like to look like what I am, neither llama nor lesbian.

Those same llama looking dogs will look like giant collies when their coats are grown back. I grow my hair out, and look like a soccer mom. Not that I mind looking like a soccer mom, but I would like to look like what I am.

A collie looks like a collie looks. A llama looks like a llama looks. A lesbian looks like whatever she wants to look like. A stereotypical lesbian looks like a stereotypical lesbian looks. A soccer mom looks like a soccer mom looks… what does a Pan Grandma look like?

I want to look like whatever a Pan Grandma looks like, not a collie, or a soccer mom, or a llama, or a lesbian.

I want to look like what I am.

Hour 9: Watership Down

It struck me as the name of

A vessel in distress

Like Titanic, mortally wounded and sinking

It called to mind daring rescues and

War movies and Tom Hanks, for some reason

 

It was my mother’s favorite

And I knew it was about rabbits

But it bored me and the other imagery took over

And I forgot about it

 

Until I left home and came back enough times to need something to tether me to her

To myself

To our childhoods

To the ways we are so alike

Green Eggs, Ham and Mice with Cookies and Milk

My name isn’t Sam.

I won’t pester you to eat

Foods that have somehow managed to survive years beyond their shelf life.

I won’t ask you to do silly things like give mice cookies or milk in glasses.

Instead, I’ll invite you to come spend days in the sun

A day with me and you’ll understand the pleasantness of sharing farmer’s tans.

I won’t beg you to go on trips all over,

Instead, I’ll invite you to shovel stalls filled with poo

And I’ll show you the time you ever had-

With a horse under your ass.

Yep, hang with me and you will see-

This is life as it’s meant to be-

And it’s better than any kid’s story could possibly be!

A Boy’s Life (Robert McGammon) or The Musings of a Little Girl

Boys have all the fun
They get play all day and run
They can fall down and get dirty
While I gotta sit back and be purty
Prim and proper is the way of the land
You gotta learn how to act to get a husband
No running, no jumping, no skinned up knees
You gotta be a lady and learn how to please
Boys got it made I swear it’s true
Sometimes I wish I was a boy too

Sex and Death to the Age Fourteen

your average american child has no idea about death and sex is taboo

but violence and rape define the culture

add celebrity and you’ve got quite the American dream

Spot’s sex is violent and Jane is addicted to the sound of her own voice

maybe one day we will all figure out how to make sense of the nothing that consumes the minds of the unimpacted.

But we are all impacted even if we can’t feel anything

Time To Sleep Again (2019 Poem 5)

Sunny days without end
Feeling lost without a friend
Empty house waiting for life and family

Books to entertain every mind
Large glasses full of red wine
Duelling couches ready for napping

Dogs curled up for the afternoon
Hoping that I will meet you soon
Crackling fires on cool nights

Wondering at this fantasy
I ask for you to wait for me
Time to sleep again

Hagalaz

Hagalaz

 

Hail brings devastation

A chaotic nature from birth

Hagalaz will make or break

A test of your self-worth

 

To defeat, one must show grace

Show courage and defiance,

Looking impossibility in the face

If weak, death is your alliance

 

The cold will cleanse

The dark will permeate

But Hagalaz is where, alone

You will germinate

 

As the ice melts into water

The damage becomes undone

You now have a chance

To once again become

 

 

Speaker for the Dead

Rarely do we get the chance to stand in front of an audience and speak our minds.

I love Dad more than anyone and I’m nervous for when he leaves.

It seems like a long way off and it’ll be here before we know it.

If I could have just one more day with him, it would be enough.

I want to be ready for that moment when I can speak for him. I want to represent him well.

The secret is to just get out of the way.