POEMS BY THE POETESS

Life is like Diet Candy

Life is like diet Candy

It don’t always taste too good

but it seems, 

like you’ll take another piece anyway,

cause that’s just the way it is

So I say to myself           Self;

If someone bursts your bubble

do you bawl like a baby?

or blow yourself another one?

The answer to that question is pretty simple

Can you pass me some more gum?

TIME

Time is so undependable

the clock said 11:02

but by the time I write it down

it’s more or less different

Time out of control

a wrinkle a roll

Mean old MR. Gravity

taking his toll   in Time

We age like fine wine

Does wine have crows feet? Or gray hair?

Oh I don’t care anymore

Don't you bet,   

I no longer weigh myself wet or dry.     TIME

 Coffee House

Coffee House  Cool Blue

Blue Voices   being Circulated

by ceiling fans

swirled through the air

And Jazz slipping  sliding

down into my cookies and cream coffee wisps

to be mixed with my lips

Chatter chatted from table soldiers in formation

Cold fingers hot wrapped about

cups of concoctions of pure pleasure

Taste buds tasting

and time it is a wasting,

or is it being savored

with the flavored wisps winding

Into my brain

I AM

I am the willow tonight

and I weave to the

music of the warm breeze

I am the melon waiting

to be tasted

the warm honey sweetness

that I am

Rivers wish to be me

and the trees hope to be so strong

I do  as I must do

and granite tries to be me

I am proud

I am powerful 

and only you know my weaknesses

for I do not have any 

except in the sanctity

of your acceptance

  SHE

She lies in wait

breathing in and wondering

Will that be my last

and then the next one comes

She dreams of cool marble

resting above her

or of ashes allowing her to finally float free

It’s as if she sits and waits

for the Bird of death to swoop in

and scoop her up

And I, her daughter 
play the scarecrow

chasing the damned bird away

as long as possible

Until later;

Another day,   another breath

Let my words be her wings….

BABIES

Babies come

and they don’t know to wonder

about what lies ahead

After they lay down their head

to sleep

they’re certain

He will their souls, keep

They fear no evil   for

they know not yet   the grip

of Satan’s minions

and the unsavory opinions

that will rob their self esteem

All they know is, 
that the Lord is their Shepard

So they do not WANT

LOW DOWN

I held my head down low

for so long

I found it difficult to look up

I was covered with cob webs of despair

and leaves of brittle nerves

to brush off

I couldn’t rush off

but I did put one foot in front of the other

He couldn’t smother my soul

He couldn’t control the little voice

inside  that whispered to me

he’s wrong   
and you are somebody

and you are on your way to somewhere

and well;   Here I am

I have arrived!

 HURRICANE HUSBAND

Hurricane husband

battering at the door of my heart.

With his wild wind words   that

slice and dice at    100 miles an hour

stripping my soul bare

His voice forces my eyes closed

to protect them from the splinters and slivers

that cause my psyche to shiver

in the corner of my brain.

In his wind tunnel world

where those words

have stretched the skin back from my face

I have been living with gale force words

which have

left our relationship

barren of any life.

Listless and breathless   I wait

on the roof of my soul    waving my white flag.

Where is my rescue crew?

 DOVES CRY

This   is what I sound like when doves cry

Tears like razor blades

that cut through the sadness

Scalding me with emotional fahrenheit

My love burns  or melts  me

beyond recognition

Where will I go,   if I stay?

Am I retreating from or into myself?

Can I make myself happy

by trying to be your happiness?

Love tortures like bamboo beneath nail beds

You say, “true happiness comes when you accept yourself.”

I DID   I am splendid

Yet now  to have you, I can’t accept me as I am.

I have to be a whole new me.

When I finally become what you want

Will I know me?

Will I      even want me,  then?

I am becoming a traitor to myself again

Again, I let someone else’s desires

supersede my own

You   don’t believe you have any faults

You refuse to look in a mirror

So   I accept you  and use your flaws

to fill in the cracks of     MINOR

imperfections in my own canvas

Will I ever be enough?

IF ONLY

If only you had wanted a marriage partner

instead of a woman to demean with screams

If only you had wanted to share your dreams

instead of ripping me apart at the seams

of my sanity

If only you had wanted my tender loving heart

instead of burning a hole beneath its precious parchment skin

If only you had wanted a finish your sentence soulmate

instead of reaching into my soul with unkempt finger nails to scratch me raw

You should have provided me a place

where my peace was wrapped in your arms

always in rapt of your charms

I bled within my head 
trying to force my brain to understand    
the inconceivable

But one can not make sense

of the absurdly unreasonable

If I was so bad,    why fight so hard to keep me?

If I am so fat and worthless    throw me away

Instead you locked me up in your dungeon of a relationship 
where I stood in my cell 

rattling my tin cup across the bars for attention
and picked at the cement pieces with raw fingers

trying to claw myself free.

You be you and just let me be    free

 TORNADO WARNING

Tornado tears through my heart

scattering the debris to the wind

Leaving wreckage and rubble

to step over and through

Then the rains come

storming from within my souls eyes

for days of a lifetime

Finally the sun peaks its head through

My hearts clouds

The sobbing stops

Clear skies, clear eyes

Calm and peace

settle over the landscape of my life...

Every twelve seconds in these United States, another woman is beaten by her husband, boyfriend, or lover. One out of three women will be somehow involved in a domestic violence case. While you read that, another woman was beaten.

October is national

Domestic Violence month

Not that you are supposed to wait

and send her to fate

only in October

But,

in October

those who live sane and  safe

solitudenal lives

Those who actually

love their wives,

Well they are supposed to think,

give a thought to those women

who lost lives

Nearly perfect wives

trying to survive

or girlfriends

trying to fend of blows

not from foes

but loved ones carrying guns

and knives

ending young sweet lives

He will say with dismay;

"If I can't have you, no one can"

Man, no one has or owns another

especially not your babies mother

You, women who are blessed

Women who have husbands

who have never messed

with their minds

Husbands who are kind

I remind you not to judge

You have not walked in shoes

skewed with survival skills

strong wills

trying to find safety

Shelters offering safe escape plans

The demands that come from

hiding from crazed minds

Strong women who live

with scars or scares

from the one

they cared about most

who now plays host

to their deepest fears

October is when

we drag out pictures

of women lost

we estimate the cost

that these families add,

Children who live without

Mom or Dad

Grave rocks claiming MOTHER

Jail cells holding another

abuser, user of women

Let us not forget

there are men raised right

whose fist stayed tight

and never swung upon

the woman

Men out in the night

with no where to go

because no one knows

of their plight

This is October

take a moment

to count your lucky stars

be thankful

for where you are

and say a prayer

that someday soon

October will only need be

about the moon

and scarey witches...

Thasia Anne

 CLIMBER

I have been climbing

and reaching for answers my whole life

With raw fingers and feet numb and tired

I kept clawing   scratching

With nothing left to give

I pulled one more time

Heaving breath     eyes closed to rest

When I open my lids and the vision comes clear

with senses aware

I realize   I’m here!

Those were all from a past life.

I am outstanding and awesomely happy now. When I get an opportunity, I will post some that are about me and the Bear!