Friday, October 23, 2020

Fingers Crossed

 

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I will be extremely thankful
if we the people can fulfill
removing from Capitol Hill
the Beast who causes such rankle

my only hope for Thanksgiving this year
of which I dream in anticipation
is to be able to raise my glass in a toast
and say I am thankful to the Powers that May Be
that the Beast has been ousted
and perhaps the nation can heal

the Beast's presence caused hearts to chill
running on less than a tankful
as he brags about his bank-full
the poor swallow a bitter pill

I am done with the Beast, to say the least
I hope the majority agrees with me
It is time for Nero to stop fiddling
with our minds while the country burns literally
take the lying liar
out to a pasture filled with tumbleweeds

dejar que el mentiroso mentiroso estofado en sus propios jugos 
mientras que la gente trabaja para reconstruir

~cie~

The last stanza means "let the lying liar stew in his own juices while the people try to rebuild."

Poetry style:

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Thursday, October 22, 2020

The Colors of a Life (Choka)

 

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the leaves are changing
as they do every autumn
to eternity

find inspiration
in the place where I now live
not intuitive

I find surprises
things and events undesired
disappointment comes

people say it's smart
forever follow your gut
I reach for candy

colors of the day
weave into the knot of tears
wrap around my heart

~cie~

prompts


http://www.octpowrimo.com/2020/10/octpowrimo-day-22.html

The title and last stanza of the poem are a nod to the song "Colors of the Day" by Judy Collins.

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Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Bitter Desire

 

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what is at first delectable and tantalizing
so often turns out to be a bitter lie
wrapped in a creamy complexion
the desire that you feel when you look into eyes 
explosive with all the colors of the universe
turns sour like a stale cup of bad coffee
when you realize that what he feels is not poetic desire
but merely common lust
and you could be anyone or anything
so long as he can grab hold of something
and stick himself in
better to stay home and clean house
clean out your cupboards
your contacts
your mind
of all traces of him
soon enough you'll find
that he was only a cutout prince
waxing poetic about a paper moon
you'd get nauseated sailing his cardboard sea anyway

~cie~

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Tuesday, October 20, 2020

Tattooed on my Heart

 

This is the tattoo on my left shoulder
The picture was taken by my son
You're welcome to use it if you do so in a respectful manner
Not to put too fine a point on it, but if you can't bring yourself to be respectful, you can fuck off. 

my plush, furry friend
how you made this hard heart soft
life coarse and cruel
losing you made me grow cold
although my dead heart still beats

~cie~


You Need the Notes
I really can't abide the kind of person whose first comment upon seeing a picture of someone's tattoo is "ew, I don't like tattoos." I'm quite sure they didn't get the tattoo with you in mind, Sunshine.

I got my first tattoo at 49 years old. It is on my right deltoid. 


To me, it's fairly obvious that a tattoo like this is done to honor someone, which, in fact, it was. But some sanctimonious sort had to point out their dislike of tattoos to show how saintly they are because they don't have any tattoos.

I've known heavily tattooed people who embody what I think are the characteristics a saint should have, such as empathy and tolerance, and people with no tattoos who are caustic and judgmental. I know whose company I'd rather keep. 

When I was living in downtown Denver at nineteen, it wasn't the punks who made me feel so uncomfortable that I spent most of the summer hiding in my apartment. It was the clean-cut guys who thought it was fun to follow me, whistling at me like they were calling to a dog. 

I judge people based on their behavior, not their physical appearance.

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Internalized

 

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roar of the judgmental voices
putrid and stale as rotting corpse
dark mind

derision dripping rancid hate
couched in sweet social prescriptions
dogma

rough edges made smooth by the tears
falling from my pariah's eyes
guilty

~cie~


Poetry Form:
Synchronicity, briefly.
This poetry type is supposed to have eight stanzas with an 8/8/2 syllable pattern, but I was done saying what I needed to say in three stanzas.

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Sunday, October 18, 2020

Scar Tissue

 

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Please credit me if you do

breathe
I guess
more or less
that's the first step
that I should take to start
the process of rebooting me
use meditation to rejuvenate
attempting to reboot the process of healing
healing the scar tissue deep within me
heal what has started to decay
you can't heal what's rotting
scars never fade
remaining
behind
veils

~cie~

The Nauseating Notes
It was supposed to be a diatelle, but I saw too late that those have a rhyme scheme, so it's just another stupid Diamante. Yes, I suck.


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Saturday, October 17, 2020

Big Fat Obsession

 

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if you're offended by cussing
I don't give a fuck

 my blood reveals the faults in my stars
or at least in my DNA
my bones are strong, what can I say
my breath often spews forth in the ragged hacking
of an asthmatic cough
my heart, broken many times
beats strong and regular beneath my sagging breasts
in fact, medical people have commented favorably
on my hardy heart
but in the end, nobody sees a goddamn thing about me
except for my belly
which they've deemed too full of jelly
and my ample ass
so every day when I wake up
the first thing I have to do after taking a piss
is tell myself that I deserve to live
and that I don't deserve to be treated like shit
just because I'm fat
and if your thought starts with "well, if you'd just lose weight"
then you can fuck right off
along with everyone else who ever pounded this hate into my head
because I just did that a lot of times
until my body decided
I couldn't do that anymore
diets don't work
and you shouldn't treat people like trash
even if you don't think they're pretty

~cie~


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