Poetry Corner – “They Were Babies”

No one can take glory in the death of a child.

I have an eight-year-old brother and a three-year-old goddaughter, and I, like countless others in this world, was horrified to hear about what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary. As the caregiver of a child at one time, I cannot imagine what it would have been like to fear that your precious child was murdered. I can’t imagine what it would have been like to have been told the horrifying news. I can’t imagine what it would have been like for the law enforcement personnel to have to care for those sweet little children and the brave adults who tried to preserve them postmortem. I can only hope tragedies like this can be prevented in a lasting manner so no more parents have to bury their little ones.

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“They Were Babies”

For the ones we lost and the ones we have

Grief hangs heavy, a pall in the cold
Questions rend the air with nowhere to land
The cherished ones can offer no insight
Because their worldview was awash in purity
They were babies, so they will never know

The coroner gives his remarks, thick with emotion
No one can quite bear the sight
Of little ones marred in senselessness
What they could have been haunts the macrocosm
They were babies, so we will never know

Teddy bears sit in vigil, dolls pose disconsolately
Parents stare at the places they occupied
Hearing the phantom echo of their laughs down the hall
Wondering how the next generation would have emerged

They were babies, so they will never know

He curls into me, wanting security
If ever came that moment
I stood between him and Death I would fight
So that he would walk in my stead
He is a baby, but not forever I hope

She tugs on my sleeve, wanting a story
I assure her the monsters are gone
And yet, they are out there and I have fibbed
So she could walk in sunshine and not fear
Because she is a baby, and I never, ever want her to know

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Inner Bitch Moment – “(Do) What I Want”

Ah hell–he unleashed a monster and didn’t even realize it.

A friend of mine sent me an article to read regarding the gender inequality in the hard sciences. If you all did not know this about me, I will reveal it now: I am a feminist. Once upon a time, in that mental garden I call undergrad, I was a Women’s Studies minor. I consider myself appreciative of science and math as well as liberal arts (which will probably incite that whole conundrum of whether or not I should have gotten my Bachelor’s in Science). I don’t believe women are better than men. We should be equal.

But who has time for a rant? 🙂

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You say I fail the test
Cite my sensibility
But if you don’t give me a go
I doubt your credibility

Bump your anatomy
There is no academy
That says I can’t do what I want

Mama didn’t work on her hands and knees
So you could treat me how you please

The tool will fit
No matter the size of the hand
But you say I should be baking
Leave the heavy to a man

Screw the status quo
There is no mold
That says I can’t do what I want

My foremothers didn’t stand on the steps
So you could pass and say I did my best

Poetry Corner – “War”

“war”

all the soldiers in a line
marching down in time
all the soldiers in a line
marching down in time

donning the armor
sent to fight this skirmish
can’t shake the fervor
inside I don’t want this
tang of powder in the air
blades stained in red
deep down, worse for the wear
wish I had peace instead

but no matter your intention, what you feel at the core
everything gets skewed in the heat of war

all the soldiers in a line
halting on a dime
all the soldiers in a line
halting on a dime

they threw the first grenade
is what history will say
maybe the rift was an even trade
and began in a different way
no one was careful, slinging mud
planting spies to ascertain the signs
no one saw the error till the damage was done

even if you start clear on what you’re fighting for
everything gets skewed in the heat of war

glory to those who partake
and have the victory to celebrate
you’re mama’s soldier, daddy’s little marine
be all you can be till your knuckles are bloody
repeat the slogan till it’s a litany
fight till it’s hard to breathe

now we arrive back at home
alliances deeply torn
in the fading smoke 
new resentments born
blinded by the haze
the worst of nature will rise
in those uncertain days

even if you take no heed of the fighting lore
everything gets skewed in the heat of war

Poetry Corner – “Fortress”

“Fortress”

I let you in, I let you
in, let you in, I let you

take over me like I was
easily deceived, had no
control, like you stole
all my common sense
and you, sir, you were
not common, or maybe
you had me fooled

you came with your arms
and strategy, leaving me
to fumble over my defenses
didn’t see it coming
left such a mess when
you stormed the fortress

I let you in, I let you
in, let you in, I let you

lead the way to parts
unknown, had the sway
of novelty, all I knew
was you and me for certainly
or so I perceived in my
haze, a loathed daze
thought that I’d been schooled

you came like a guide,
a fun ride for me, but it’s
too quickly over
wish the future I knew
threw everything askew
when you stormed the fortress

the foundation is crumbling
like a heart stumbling over
the sound of your voice
but it’s not the words that I
want to hear or affection
I hold dear, it’s assault
but who’s to blame?
it’s all my fault because

I let you in, I let you
in, let you in, I let you
I let you in, I let you
in, let you in, I let you

Poetry Corner – “The Upside of Goodbye”

“The Upside of Goodbye”

I said time was up
On our two-year soiree
Because it seemed like
Your mind went astray

Seeing you gone
Brings a tear to my eye
So the king size
Is all mine
So welcome to the upside of goodbye

You called me up
Just to whine in my ear
About your loneliness
And how you wish I was here

The happy face in my mirror
Now doesn’t lie
And the good wine
Is all mine
This is the upside of goodbye

Poetry Corner – “Booty Queen”

“Booty Queen”

She’s gotta a pair of jeans
Size five
That she knows she’s gotta
Suck it in
So she can fit in them
It’s one of those nights
When the freaks
Come out
And she’s gonna be dressed to get her freak on

She stands in line
With the other girls
Cocking a hip so the guys can see
Giving them a sight
They can have in their dreams
And you know
They’re gonna want the same thing
When they look at me

I know I’ve got a lotta sass
And I’ll go out to shake my ass
Whenever I feel the need
I’m not gonna be your booty queen

She’s got that rhythm
With the dance beat
She knows she’s got you by the balls
Down on your knees
Begging please
For a striptease in the VIP
Or maybe in a hotel room
If it gets that dirty

She puts on her lip gloss
Knowing all the others are in envy
Of her enticing physique
Yeah, she thinks it’s tough to beat
But I have to entreat
That when you look at me
You won’t want the same thing

I know I’ve got a lotta sass
And I’ll go out to shake my ass
Whenever I feel the need
I decide when that will be, will be

All hail
To the booty queen
She can shake it like a washing machine
So fresh and so clean, so clean
The booty queen
All hail