A-non-y-mous - Hello Poetry

And the best I could do Was do as I had done the day before So I continued to go, I continued to move, But I forgot to breathe. And when I looked up, I saw the white of your eyes shimmer from the flames and the terror that accompanied. What do I say when she tells me she’s scared, what can I even say? That nothing matters? Who in the hell set it up like this? And why in the **** do we have to listen? My sister said no but holds the hand of her female flesh. And she is not to blame, Her choices are logic and practical But at what point do we get out of our own way? And so I shut off And realize that has been my move lately to deal with reality. Blue lights and blank emotions The winter breeze swings the new planters on the patio. The sweet potatoes wake me up and the pomegranates continue to amaze, Growing more and more ruby as the summer days turn into early autumn evenings. And although the caterpillars transformation is covered in thick construction dust and the ground continues to shift, I can’t help but feel hopeful I am spring We are spring.

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Nov 7, 2024

Nov 7, 2024 at 12:37 AM UTC

There is hope in spring

And the best I could do Was do as I had done the day before So I continued to go, I continued to move, But I forgot to breathe. And when I looked up, I saw the white of your eyes shimmer from the flames and the terror that accompanied. What do I say when she tells me she’s scared, what can I even say? That nothing matters? Who in the hell set it up like this? And why in the **** do we have to listen? My sister said no but holds the hand of her female flesh. And she is not to blame, Her choices are logic and practical But at what point do we get out of our own way? And so I shut off And realize that has been my move lately to deal with reality. Blue lights and blank emotions The winter breeze swings the new planters on the patio. The sweet potatoes wake me up and the pomegranates continue to amaze, Growing more and more ruby as the summer days turn into early autumn evenings. And although the caterpillars transformation is covered in thick construction dust and the ground continues to shift, I can’t help but feel hopeful I am spring We are spring.

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“Hey Malcolm” she said with a sort of sweet indifference- “You want some water and chips?” His reply- Incomprehensible sounds that hung heavy With the thick humidity. Any other would have not bothered but her altruism shone like the surrounding brick. “Water, chips?” spoken with a familiar neutrality. Her kindness did not waiver. Not deterred- By the state Malcom or his sour taste or even the heavy heat “Chips” he spilled. The unrelenting sun laughed at his choice but Her kindness did not waiver. Door ajar, She disappeared into the shadows to retrieve her promised gifts to Malcolm. Her building, Glistening red squares that had been bought and sold Many times since the 80’s. And Malcom was just one of the many casualties to fall in the pure, white cracks. “Drink water” She had returned and handed him both drink and chips. Her kindness did not waiver. She did not Ignore Malcolm or pass him by like most- Her actions small but fearless. Her kindness did not waiver.

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Aug 5, 2021

Aug 5, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC

The woman in the elantra

“Hey Malcolm” she said with a sort of sweet indifference- “You want some water and chips?” His reply- Incomprehensible sounds that hung heavy With the thick humidity. Any other would have not bothered but her altruism shone like the surrounding brick. “Water, chips?” spoken with a familiar neutrality. Her kindness did not waiver. Not deterred- By the state Malcom or his sour taste or even the heavy heat “Chips” he spilled. The unrelenting sun laughed at his choice but Her kindness did not waiver. Door ajar, She disappeared into the shadows to retrieve her promised gifts to Malcolm. Her building, Glistening red squares that had been bought and sold Many times since the 80’s. And Malcom was just one of the many casualties to fall in the pure, white cracks. “Drink water” She had returned and handed him both drink and chips. Her kindness did not waiver. She did not Ignore Malcolm or pass him by like most- Her actions small but fearless. Her kindness did not waiver.

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Did you know? That when you turn the lights off, Your room comes alive-- And everything begins to dance! The couches prefer to tango And your clothes prefer to waltz. While your shoes all do the salsa Your books do summersaults! Appliances like ballet And the art just kind of sways. Yes darkness can be scary But do not be afraid. Because your room comes alive When you turn off your light- So wish them happy dancing When you say goodnight.

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Jul 7, 2021

Jul 7, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC

Dancing in the Dark

Did you know? That when you turn the lights off, Your room comes alive-- And everything begins to dance! The couches prefer to tango And your clothes prefer to waltz. While your shoes all do the salsa Your books do summersaults! Appliances like ballet And the art just kind of sways. Yes darkness can be scary But do not be afraid. Because your room comes alive When you turn off your light- So wish them happy dancing When you say goodnight.

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I once met a seahorse at sea, She came up and swam next to me. With her baby in tow, But I had not known That that mommy fish; she was a he. The seahorse said how do you do? I said “I am well, how are you?” Daddy seahorse replied “With my babe by my side, How could I ever be blue?”

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Jun 30, 2021

Jun 30, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC

Those Seahorse and Me

I once met a seahorse at sea, She came up and swam next to me. With her baby in tow, But I had not known That that mommy fish; she was a he. The seahorse said how do you do? I said “I am well, how are you?” Daddy seahorse replied “With my babe by my side, How could I ever be blue?”

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Read-a-book, Share-a-book, library, That’s how it goes from you to me; Read it, love it, put it on the shelf, Then it can be read by somebody else!

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Jun 21, 2021

Jun 21, 2021 at 5:57 PM UTC

Sharing

Read-a-book, Share-a-book, library, That’s how it goes from you to me; Read it, love it, put it on the shelf, Then it can be read by somebody else!

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You are my whole world All that I do is for you Your doors are always open So that when I get inside I go straight for your red cart.

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Jun 11, 2021

Jun 11, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC

The More

You are my whole world All that I do is for you Your doors are always open So that when I get inside I go straight for your red cart.

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You have two lovely children A new puppy too (Probably a Doodle or something close to) Those are the things That make you- you. You check all the boxes You love Target and honey, Who wouldn’t love perusing And spending all kinds of money. When his friends come around, you shuffle right off And chat with the others mom’s in the loft. The kids run around you and the other ladies After all, you’ve got the motherly instincts, their your babies! Dinner is shared because he has his grill But cleaning up later requires your skill. But what do you do for the social injustice, What happened to your dreams? What do you do when your life’s in a rut? What if it’s not a man she loves? What about the state of the world? I guess I didn’t want to write a poem, I just wanted to ask you how your priorities became what they are on instagram?

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 4:26 PM UTC

draft idea: The White American Housewife

You have two lovely children A new puppy too (Probably a Doodle or something close to) Those are the things That make you- you. You check all the boxes You love Target and honey, Who wouldn’t love perusing And spending all kinds of money. When his friends come around, you shuffle right off And chat with the others mom’s in the loft. The kids run around you and the other ladies After all, you’ve got the motherly instincts, their your babies! Dinner is shared because he has his grill But cleaning up later requires your skill. But what do you do for the social injustice, What happened to your dreams? What do you do when your life’s in a rut? What if it’s not a man she loves? What about the state of the world? I guess I didn’t want to write a poem, I just wanted to ask you how your priorities became what they are on instagram?

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I can see it when you look at me Dedication, love, a commitment to be The kind of mommy you’ve always wanted to be I see it- when you look at me I notice all the things you do All the places you take me and the beautiful views. You do so much for me and without I’d be nothing The love that you show me goes above all things. When you look at me Your smile and eyes light up the room While they ask for attention But it’s me you consume. Im the first place you look In both morning and night, The hours we’re together are such a delight. It’s a tragedy when I die- But you always bring me back Never mind those other moments Did I mention I’m back? So post the best pic Hope you took more than one Arn’t you so lucky Your whole life is being written down? Tell your child to hush- They are being to loud But make sure that you tag Your friends in the crowd Make sure that your cheers Has the boomerang on Ignore your partner But make sure to take a mirror picture at the salon. Starbucks is great, That a picture of that And make sure you get some thing documented With a caption reading “coffee with bestie, great chat!” And if the sun ever catches your eye And makes you wonder if there is more Make sure you put up your windshield sun catcher Before you enter the store.

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Jun 7, 2021

Jun 7, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC

Draft of an idea: Mommy and me

I can see it when you look at me Dedication, love, a commitment to be The kind of mommy you’ve always wanted to be I see it- when you look at me I notice all the things you do All the places you take me and the beautiful views. You do so much for me and without I’d be nothing The love that you show me goes above all things. When you look at me Your smile and eyes light up the room While they ask for attention But it’s me you consume. Im the first place you look In both morning and night, The hours we’re together are such a delight. It’s a tragedy when I die- But you always bring me back Never mind those other moments Did I mention I’m back? So post the best pic Hope you took more than one Arn’t you so lucky Your whole life is being written down? Tell your child to hush- They are being to loud But make sure that you tag Your friends in the crowd Make sure that your cheers Has the boomerang on Ignore your partner But make sure to take a mirror picture at the salon. Starbucks is great, That a picture of that And make sure you get some thing documented With a caption reading “coffee with bestie, great chat!” And if the sun ever catches your eye And makes you wonder if there is more Make sure you put up your windshield sun catcher Before you enter the store.

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Apparently, being alone all the time makes my blood boil It give me time to stew Become a shrew And release all my wrath onto you.

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Jun 4, 2021

Jun 4, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC

Lonely Soup

Apparently, being alone all the time makes my blood boil It give me time to stew Become a shrew And release all my wrath onto you.

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Tell them- Tell them to take the property, it's all their's to have. Tell them to enjoy the bathtub where I birthed my first born alone, in pain, and saw it go down the drain. Tell them to soak in the morning light of the spare room we slept in separately all too often. They themselves can have the windows closest to where the drive-by was. Your greed and your wants have blinded you like the fresh coat of paint that illuminates the house. But give me a moment to savor my land. Let me breathe in the lavender I planted all those years ago and spare me a second to watch the breeze dance with all the ivory. Let me walk around my first garden and admire the bulbs, brush against the lemon balm and the small batch of mint I planted in the shade. I, too, want to live in peace but cannot scratch out the land for my nails are still ***** from working my land.

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Jun 2, 2021

Jun 2, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC

SOLD

Tell them- Tell them to take the property, it's all their's to have. Tell them to enjoy the bathtub where I birthed my first born alone, in pain, and saw it go down the drain. Tell them to soak in the morning light of the spare room we slept in separately all too often. They themselves can have the windows closest to where the drive-by was. Your greed and your wants have blinded you like the fresh coat of paint that illuminates the house. But give me a moment to savor my land. Let me breathe in the lavender I planted all those years ago and spare me a second to watch the breeze dance with all the ivory. Let me walk around my first garden and admire the bulbs, brush against the lemon balm and the small batch of mint I planted in the shade. I, too, want to live in peace but cannot scratch out the land for my nails are still ***** from working my land.

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