Sunday, November 29, 2020

Hold Me Again

 


I wish that it was possible
to ask you to come hold me now
to feel your kiss upon my brow

our love was once unstoppable
or at least so it seemed to me
back when you set my spirit free

I try to do what's practical
but there's no way I can forget
you were the best that I've had yet

back then our love felt tropical
but over time your heart went cold
I wish I'd never been so bold

my methods are not tactical
I am no good at trickery
you would easily see through me

a raging stream not crossable
I see you on the other side
now I just want to run and hide

you once made my heart feel so full
but suspicion and jealousy
drove you to pull away from me

our love had a magnetic pull
but my dark heart could not believe
that you could give yourself to me

if there but were a crucible
where I could melt your frozen heart
I'd never again let us part

is it in some way plausible
that we could work to fix our love
and once again be hand in glove

your love for me untraceable
I wish I had not let you go
I love you more than you can know

~cie~

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Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Hoarfrost (Tanka)

 

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when we are obsessed
demanding knowledge of all
we lose the beauty
the hoarfrost in its glory
does not need explanation

~cie~

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Tuesday, November 24, 2020

Food Bank feast

 

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eighteen-pound turkey
courtesy of the food bank
leftovers for days

~cie~

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https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/11/writers-pantry-47-breathe-in-words.html

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If all you wanted was the poem, you're done. See ya! Because now it’s time for the Power Haibun portion of the post. Buckle up, Bitches, ‘cause it’s gonna get wordy!

Every third Sunday, there is a food bank at the church in the little town where I live. There are two households in my house. My son and I make up one household and our unrelated housemate makes up the other. As Thanksgiving is coming up, each household got a turkey.

A giant turkey.

An eighteen-pound turkey.

I will be slow-roasting one of the turkeys all day and overnight starting at about noon tomorrow. Then early Thursday morning, my son and I will make the approximately 125-mile drive to my mother’s house. We will have a Thanksgiving lunch, and then my son and I will head home with a butt-ton of leftover turkey.

The food bank is a wonderful resource. I’ve heard people tell bad stories about food bank volunteers. One of my neighbors in the mobile home park where I used to live said that when she went to the food bank, one of the volunteers said to her: “why do you need to come here when you drive a car like that?”

She had a new car because her mother had given it to her.

The food bank where I live does not ask for proof of income. The food is surplus donated by grocery stores. It would be thrown out if it wasn’t given to people.

Today is Tuesday.

I went to the psychological evaluation part of my disability determination process.

I’ve been accused of being a space cadet, but it’s pretty certain that I don’t have dementia.

I do have depression and anxiety. I’ve had those pretty much my entire life. However, the reason I applied for disability is more because of my physical malfunctions than my psychological aberrations.

I have a lawyer, so I hope that will work in my favor. Because I’ve spent almost everything and am now worried about paying next month’s bills.

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Saturday, November 21, 2020

Tell Me

 

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tell me just what you think I have to do
to be worthy of being treated well
to receive at least common decency
rather than disdainful, insulting slurs

tell me how perfect you think I must be
before I am immune to hateful words
what I would have to become isn't real
what gives you the right to spew such venom?

tell me where you learned to hate so deep
was it from society or parents?
you think you're cool whenever you're cruel
cut out your own heart with each hateful word

~cie~

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Moving Target (Hybronnet)

 

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it's hard to ever save enough
when the target keeps on moving
rising bills less income makes rough
each month more spending, more losing

some folk are really shallow
they think others really like
their fields dead, not even fallow
so deep in debt, they can't get right

the rich get rich, the poor stay poor
driven down till they can't get up
some only love the golden lure
laughing at those down on their luck

some people have only money
their lack of kindness unfunny

~cie~

"some people are so poor all they have is money"


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Poetry style: Hybronnet

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Friday, November 20, 2020

Pareidolia - Hazel Ceej

Pareidolia - Hazel Ceej: family of puffs bunnies and cotton candies visions from childhood ~ Haiku my Heart ~ Skywatch

A fun poem! I always enjoyed looking for shapes in clouds.

A Bit of the Blarney: Hope Is Paramount

A Bit of the Blarney: Hope Is Paramount:  The end is unknown When the future is clouded Hope is paramount ~~~^j^~~~ Thanks be to God!!! Cathy Please visit   recuerda mi corazon   fo...

Hope is a precious commodity and, for some, it seems always out of reach.

A Confession in Three Brief Reverse Haibuns for my Father

 

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college professor
he overthought everything
scrutinizing all

His thought process was on so many levels that he gave himself a phobia of heights.

dithering daughter
mind off in all directions
embarrassing girl

Random words in front of other random words create a random sentence.

despite his sharp mind
he thought himself a failure
he could not fix her

I come from a tribe of head-hunters, so I will never need a shrink.


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I was also inspired by the D'Verse Poets Jisei prompt. However, I won't include this poem in the blog hop because these are not actually Jisei, and because I have 12 lines total rather than 10.

My father will be 10 years departed from the world on the 28th of this month. I had a strained relationship with him. On one hand, he loved me. On the other hand, I was a great source of disappointment and distress for him. The only way our relationship would not have been strained is if I had been someone else. He did not know how to deal with a girl who was not meek and compliant and who was terribly troubled--as it turns out, mostly because of trauma inflicted on me by other people rather than because of an organic anomaly in my brain, which is what I believed for many years.

For many years, I thought that I had type 2 bipolar disorder and "borderline personality disorder." It is my strong opinion at this point that I do not. I stopped taking Lithium last year and have experienced no extreme mood swings. I do have a tendency to depression and anxiety. I have ADHD. But the thing that led to my extreme mood expressions when I was younger was not bipolar disorder, it was complex PTSD.

I have come to the opinion that "borderline personality disorder" is a bullshit sexist diagnosis. This diagnosis is overwhelmingly applied to girls and women. Looking at the histories of women with this diagnosis, they have all been traumatized, often sexually, and their trauma has been belittled and minimized. 

I was not only bullied on a daily basis when I was growing up, but I was also sexually assaulted on more than one occasion. I came to realize that one event in particular that happened when I was 15 years old affected me much more than I allowed myself to believe it did. Looking back, I realize that I started acting out a lot following this event. If anyone cares to read my thoughts regarding this matter, they can be found here.

My father came from a different time with a different set of values, and he did not understand me, which is not to say that he didn't value me. He always helped me monetarily, but I always wished that he would actually hear me. As I got older, I tried to accept him as he was. I miss him and I hope he has found peace.

~cie~

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Thursday, November 19, 2020

Seagull Limerick

 

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the seagull is a baffling bird
that should not be taken at its word
it does not need to be
anywhere near the sea
even inland its squawks can be heard

~cie~


Today's prompt was to write a sea creature poem, so I got cheeky with it.

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Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Colors of a Life in Shadow (Choka/Senryu)

 

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I used to be nice
when all things were possible
bright colors of life

in the blue hotel
porcelain skin fades to gray
shades block out the light

I am seen as mean
when I refuse advances
predatory men

my heart draws the shade
against games that lead to naught
I protect myself

~cie~


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I used the Quadrille prompt from D'verse Poets, which was "Possibility." However, Quadrille poems are supposed to be 44 words. This poem is 53 words, and I didn't want to remove any of them because it would ruin the flow.

I'll give credit because I used the prompt.

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