Girl Bye

You think I’m quiet
Powerless and weak
There is technically a difference
Between shy and meek

Meek is power
Under control
I choose to be this way
Restraint is my goal

Don’t mistake my silence
As consent to your little show
I’m also choosing to love you
Having patience before I go

And go I will.

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Vengeance is Mine

Move on.
Let go.
Live well.
Headline your own show.

Drop toxic.
Choose good.
Forget the score.
Do what you should.

The crowds paid to see
What and who YOU are.
You are the talent.
You’re the brilliant star.

Those extras didn’t have chops
They only ever clung
Hangers on, haters gone
It was your name brightly hung

Don’t apologize
For putting yourself first.
Where would they put themselves
If the situation reversed?

Girl, bye.

Kneel

You tried to take a bite
Outta my ripped-up chest
But you didn’t expect my heart
To start over beyond arrest

This heart bites back
King-Kong and savage breast
This organ’s on fire
Sharp teeth and hot protest

Underestimated
Decimated
Halfway hated
Unabated

Still beating
Never retreating
Resolve concreting
Done competing

You can’t kill a thing
That has a life all its own
This heart could topple buildings
Take on the world alone

Break these chains
Swat down planes
Swallow old pains
Stitch these veins

Back from the dead
Alive and on the prowl
Climb to the top of my life
Deep-bellied, fierce flung howl

My turn.

Monster muscle
Full of fury
Impatient for love
Heart’s in a hurry

Scoop up affection
Stare at its silvery shape
Wonder what it’s like
To be anything but an ape

I’ve waited too long to be worshipped.
Kneel.

War

You needed me
Don’t get it twisted
This jumped-up General
Thinks I’m enlisted
You drafted me
For your war
But I’m no soldier
I’m so. much. more.

When I fight
It’s with word
Bombs of truth
Never heard
I can end your world
With strikes of keys
Attack me again
You’ll be on your knees

Lucky for you, I’m a pacifist.
Mostly.

Poets

Poets are a greedy breed
Wanting payment for the words we bleed

Doesn’t have to be money though
Could be any form of honey slow

I am a cheap literary device
Lost in a fool’s paradise

It doesn’t take much to suffice
A few choice words would certainly be nice

Like and share and clap and tweet
Whistle and smile and snaps are sweet

I could live high on likes alone
Chew forever on those juicy bones

Slake my fervent fever thirst
Say my poem left you submersed

Just sitting there with your eyes glistening
With open heart, still and listening

Payment enough for this amateur litterateur
Litter my Press with delusions of grandeur

Ocean of Poems

I went wading through
Some poems last night
Knee-deep in poetry
Is a bit of all right

I stood for a while
In the middle of creation
Sat, lapping up rap
Deep in meditation

I’m not averse to being immersed in verse
Ruminating in rhymes is a blessed curse
Seussifying incessantly isn’t so much worse
Words submerge in this subversive’s universe

Snag my net
Throw me my pen
Hold your breath
I’ll begin again and then

The waves of expression flow o’er me
I flail in their overwhelm
It’s not a boat you float upon
Tethered to the weathered, flying helm

You dive down, risk the drown
Wrestle in swells, quill ’til it quells
Gasp for breath on the shore beyond death
Thankful for absent bells’ knells

Poetry’s not something to navigate
You have to swim with the fishes
You have to get wet, not just whet, but ret
Then wring out the sweat-filled wishes

Don’t be afraid of the creatures that crawl
Among and along imagination
It’s only thoughts and ideas after all
Not an underwater psychotic’s vacation

Sputter your products onto the shifting sand
Swirl them around with your trembling hand
When you have the shaky strength to stand
You’ll grasp and understand this languid liquid land

I will linger in this language until the end of time
Reeling in this important feeling
Sharing with the rest of the world
My brain’s ability for healing

H2O

I was born in the lake
I was raised on the stream
I rolled down the river
Water in my dreams

I was hooked by worms
Caught fascinated by fish
Drowned in these swirls
Smooth stones my supper dish

I missed the fragrance
Of your muttering watery depths
Carried on the breezes
Where Native maidens once slinking crept

I am that princess
Running barefoot on the shore
In and out of trees
Lying on the palm-frond floor

I wave to you in my memories
I compose a tribute for us
I sing and call to liquid graves
That haunt my mental chorus

You were resurrected this morning
Brought bright, upright, anew
I feel emotional at your devotion
And lose myself in your deep, dark blue

Paper Hearts

Paper hearts
Hung by a string
Ripped apart
Torn and dangling

Beautiful banner battered
Fluttering and tattered
Hearts on display
Like it’s Valentine’s Day

Easily broken
Not unlike mine
Withered words unspoken
Clinging to the vine

See you around
I’ll be here on the ground
Picking up the scraps
And pulling bootstraps

Martyr

Discordant chorus of
Infernal, eternal, internal voices
Formed before
The world ignored us
Before I even had a chance to explore this shore
Limited potential and forbidden choices
Abhorrent horrors from exposure
To bored-out scornful, forlorn explosions
Courage sworn to the godforsaken
Savior mistaken for a coarse mannered whore
Spirit shut behind the door
Hopes drowned in aimless ardor
Sore and torn starving carnivore
Aborted glory flung on the floor
Poured out vigor nevermore
Lost my valor in your distorted war
You won’t forget my dying roar