COURAGEOUS WOMEN
A woman of courage . . .
To live is our grace!
To have come here . . .
In a patriarchal society;
fighting hard to be matriarchal!
It’s time …
We knew!
We know!
Yet, someone over rode it —
Commit the sin …
Never mess with Mother Nature!
And when you do, the virus came!
We shall overcome, though.
Never forget …
Teach your children well!
Reach for women, in respect!
For they create life within …
and deliver it outward.
Do not mistreat her.
Bless her presence!
Know her strength!
Listen …
Know …
Acknowledge …
Then, she rises you up, too!
Angela, you need to post your poems on your own page. From the dashboard, click the “Add New Post” link or just click on “+ New” in the wordpress title bar.
Thank you, I finally figured it out. You’d think I’d remember, as this is my third time. But, ya’ know, senior moments. LOL!
i feel you/ coursing in my veins/ A reminder of what is/ Sacred//
i hear you/ rustle/ in the trees/ Application of/ a power i really/ never had//
i taste you/ in each breath/ Feeding lungs like/ a drug//
i know you/ the way we know/ a friend we almost/ forgot/ Familiar/ sometimes taken for granted//
i see you/ crimson sun/ greyscale night sky/ neon lights reflecting the sweat of their bodies//
i smell you/ petrichor, they call it/ as though/ human language could begin/ to describe your essence//
i become you/ a shadow of a/ goddess, cycle in and out of/ relevance perceived//
i love you/ but not well enough/ wrecking what i need as though/ it will be there in the morning/ and you are//
i do not know/ when our faces turn to grey/ reflections of your disdain/ Perhaps caricatures//
i know/ i am a virus to be scourged/ bacteria/ strong together/ weak apart, but/ we forget what that means//
i think you/ see me/ wanting more, and/ giving me what i need instead//
May on this day you
Be at peace
In such abundance,
let harmony slip like manna
to our tongues.
In my shamanic journey
I ask for help
In restructuring
A planet of harmony.
Our government is prepared
With weapons of mass destruction
While a microscopic, invisible
Conglomeration of cells
Invades the entire planet.
It know no boundaries
Of ecomioncs, purity, privilege.
Shelter in place, they say,
wear disposable gloves.
Save the economic status,
They say all this, but the virus
Knows no rules.
Resilient, resistant, Covid19
Insists, resists,
Marches on.
Scientists explore algorithms,
But the answers are not immediate,
Affordable or tested.
Perhaps by 2025.
We call for your blessings,
Great Mother Goddess.
C.J. Prince
Help, I seem to be writing in the wrong spot. Where am I supposed to post?
A new vision of self within her,
she claimed her place among men.
Examinations, boards, clinics,
always serving women and children.
Ongoing ailments and illnesses with
roots in misinformation and ignorance
spurred her to find new solutions.
Education for a world of those underserved.
Traveling the world to help others.
Her vision for self led to possibilities for others
a new way of thinking, learning, and living.
Our command performance
was to go to Susan’s Auntie
one morning. Just up the curving
driveway that David tended–
earning college tuition
as he pulled weeds
and planted weed.
David’s sister Susan, my BFF,
was her niece. I blended in
with the family, trying to hide
within the folds of 20 foot
curtains.
As imposing off stage as on,
She commanded everyone.
The family was used to her,
I was terrified,
hiding.
In high school Susan was cast with her aunt in “Chalk Garden ”
at The Lobero Theatre.
I sat riveted in the third row.
I called her Auntie Judy.
Everyone else called her
Dame Judith Anderson.
C.J. Prince
2020.6.27
I LOVE this one!
Do I have to know the famous woman personally? Or can it be any woman I admire? Already questions.
All prompts are optional and flexible. Ignore them or change to what works for you. (My 5th time here.) Have fun and good luck.
Off and running! A wonderful way to start!
Do I write the poem on my page and publish it?
That’s my question too. Just write and post on our page? First time here…
Yep! From your dashboard, click the “Add New” link or click “Posts” and then “Add New”.
AAAND WE’RE OFF!
Are there no themes for each hour?
There is a prompt posted each hour to offer inspiration. It’s optional to use the prompt.
Thanks! 🙃
Do we post it here?
COURAGEOUS WOMEN
A woman of courage . . .
To live is our grace!
To have come here . . .
In a patriarchal society;
fighting hard to be matriarchal!
It’s time …
We knew!
We know!
Yet, someone over rode it —
Commit the sin …
Never mess with Mother Nature!
And when you do, the virus came!
We shall overcome, though.
Never forget …
Teach your children well!
Reach for women, in respect!
For they create life within …
and deliver it outward.
Do not mistreat her.
Bless her presence!
Know her strength!
Listen …
Know …
Acknowledge …
Then, she rises you up, too!
Angela, you need to post your poems on your own page. From the dashboard, click the “Add New Post” link or just click on “+ New” in the wordpress title bar.
Thank you, I finally figured it out. You’d think I’d remember, as this is my third time. But, ya’ know, senior moments. LOL!
i feel you/ coursing in my veins/ A reminder of what is/ Sacred//
i hear you/ rustle/ in the trees/ Application of/ a power i really/ never had//
i taste you/ in each breath/ Feeding lungs like/ a drug//
i know you/ the way we know/ a friend we almost/ forgot/ Familiar/ sometimes taken for granted//
i see you/ crimson sun/ greyscale night sky/ neon lights reflecting the sweat of their bodies//
i smell you/ petrichor, they call it/ as though/ human language could begin/ to describe your essence//
i become you/ a shadow of a/ goddess, cycle in and out of/ relevance perceived//
i love you/ but not well enough/ wrecking what i need as though/ it will be there in the morning/ and you are//
i do not know/ when our faces turn to grey/ reflections of your disdain/ Perhaps caricatures//
i know/ i am a virus to be scourged/ bacteria/ strong together/ weak apart, but/ we forget what that means//
i think you/ see me/ wanting more, and/ giving me what i need instead//
Dear Mother Goddess,
May on this day you
Be at peace
In such abundance,
let harmony slip like manna
to our tongues.
In my shamanic journey
I ask for help
In restructuring
A planet of harmony.
Our government is prepared
With weapons of mass destruction
While a microscopic, invisible
Conglomeration of cells
Invades the entire planet.
It know no boundaries
Of ecomioncs, purity, privilege.
Shelter in place, they say,
wear disposable gloves.
Save the economic status,
They say all this, but the virus
Knows no rules.
Resilient, resistant, Covid19
Insists, resists,
Marches on.
Scientists explore algorithms,
But the answers are not immediate,
Affordable or tested.
Perhaps by 2025.
We call for your blessings,
Great Mother Goddess.
C.J. Prince
Help, I seem to be writing in the wrong spot. Where am I supposed to post?
A new vision of self within her,
she claimed her place among men.
Examinations, boards, clinics,
always serving women and children.
Ongoing ailments and illnesses with
roots in misinformation and ignorance
spurred her to find new solutions.
Education for a world of those underserved.
Traveling the world to help others.
Her vision for self led to possibilities for others
a new way of thinking, learning, and living.
(Maria Montessori)
Our command performance
was to go to Susan’s Auntie
one morning. Just up the curving
driveway that David tended–
earning college tuition
as he pulled weeds
and planted weed.
David’s sister Susan, my BFF,
was her niece. I blended in
with the family, trying to hide
within the folds of 20 foot
curtains.
As imposing off stage as on,
She commanded everyone.
The family was used to her,
I was terrified,
hiding.
In high school Susan was cast with her aunt in “Chalk Garden ”
at The Lobero Theatre.
I sat riveted in the third row.
I called her Auntie Judy.
Everyone else called her
Dame Judith Anderson.
C.J. Prince
2020.6.27