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cathy-5
50/F/Calgary My experiences as a nurse sparked my poetry writing as a form of reflection and self healing
You glimpse the magazine It stands out on the display Seniors posing on the cover They look joyful, all at play Gleaming smiles and white hair They had professionally styled Retirement years are meant To look appealing, fun and wild Then you see the smaller print For 50 years plus *** you’re in the club already Now don’t you make a fuss Go book yourself a ****** And maybe Botox too Get some extra slimming pants They’ll take some years off you Stock up on pricey lotions Try gravity defying creams Just be sure to read the label Pretend to know what it all means There must be some kind of useful Ingredient for that price And if it ultimately fails At least you end up smelling nice Now ignore those magazines That make life look like plain sailing Wearing a smile will help you through When your creams and pants are failing And after all this daily effort As life puts you to the test You can surely put your feet up And enjoy a well earned rest
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Apr 19, 2023
Apr 19, 2023 at 10:50 AM UTC
In the club
It was never spoken I never heard it as a child I wouldn’t say it myself That couldn’t be reconciled With how we felt we were Unworthy of such things Although we shared a bond That our experience brings But now the thought has come That one day I might lose The opportunity to say it I will not get to choose So as I say goodbye I feel it fighting to break through Years of inhibition I want to tell you I love you
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Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 12:01 PM UTC
Unspoken
You changed my life quickly, in the blink of an eye And I’ll always be wondering, exactly how and why I used to be so confident, but not anymore Now I can’t do things that I used to do before Like walk around this town without this knot of fear Not knowing if you or anyone who knows is even here Does anyone remember or can tell me what I did? I so want to know, but reopen wounds with every bid To find out what happened, it’s what I have to do But what if all the answers then lead right back to you? You took away my power, memory, control But you couldn’t touch who I am deep in my soul Did you get what you wanted? I really hope you didn’t I long for some kind of justice but every day there isn’t It tears me up to think you could be doing the same To somebody else out there, like it’s some kind of game It’s too much to hope that you even care or think About what you’re doing when you spike someone’s drink
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May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 8:20 PM UTC
Not knowing
We’re on it. The curse is out there And it will find you Because it knows As well as you do What you did. You took something That you had no right To take away In the dead of night We’re on it. The curse is out there Each day refreshed anew Don’t expect anyone To have sympathy for you
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Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:14 PM UTC
The Curse
“Don’t put it up inside the house.. It’s bad luck” He looks at me, his thumb on the button Then bam it’s up, it’s out in all its glory You can probably guess the story I get mad, “I told you not to.. And you did!” He looks at me, not understanding Why it’s so important anyway I bite my tongue in an effort not to say All those irrational fears But they’re there In my head, as he raises his voice To scold me for raising mine I apologize and say it’s fine He says he just wanted to see what It looked like As I ponder endless consequences As inevitable as the tide For opening an umbrella inside.
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Aug 23, 2021
Aug 23, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC
I told you not to
We’ve stopped paying attention And how hard it is to train the brain To do something that it hasn’t for years To listen, it’s always a strain To switch off the music on repeat To tune out the vehicular drone To walk slowly on our own two feet And switch off the ubiquitous phone We’ve stopped hearing the song of life The scratchings and pitter patter Of feet that are not our own As if ours are the only ones that matter
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Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
Train the brain
It’s a less beautiful world without you Sure, the landscape seems the same And the sky looks just as blue But there’s a lack of comfort from the sun As shadows lengthen too The world still turns through every test But how can it ever be the same From sun rise east to sun set west All joy slipped through our fingers When we laid you to rest
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Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
A less beautiful world
You have the power You do it because you can To grow more money Through exploitation The price is paid By another The cost is something They can’t recover I know it doesn’t Matter to you That I’m here Begging too You’ve heard it before And it falls On deaf ears Like the bird calls Another cut Is made And more lives Are taken in trade For the ancients There’s no coming back As they are laid Stack by stack And carted off Down the blasted road They should stand tall Not be dead and towed Once they’re gone And none are left Will you too then Stand bereft? You’ll have to find A new way to make a living Knowing from history That you learned nothing You can’t undo This kind of mistake But what do you care? You take take take I did so want to reach out To those giants and see Unbroken uncut untouched Forests with tree after tree after tree
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 10:33 PM UTC
A price paid
My boy has gone My wonderful beautiful boy He was my world, My life, my everything, my joy The house is empty now An all encompassing emptiness It swallows what is left And leaves a crushing loneliness It grabs me round the neck And chokes the sobs out strangling I’m so tired and worn out I can’t talk or think of anything But my boy is gone
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Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 2:04 AM UTC
My boy
An absence Of what was going to be Now gone with barely a trace You can see it It looks like the tears on her face You can hear it It sounds like the break in her voice But you can’t touch it It’s hers to nurse or ignore, her choice You can feel it But it’s too late to fix now, it’s there What’s done is done Maybe it will fade in time, with care Perhaps it will flare to anger Watch the repercussions grow Can anything soften that hurt? Only she can know.
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Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
Disappointment