mookieroo - Hello Poetry

Tonight is not turning my bike around when it started to pour. Tonight is rain pelting my skin, soaking my clothes, filling my shoes with water. Tonight is searching for the rainbow and not finding it. Tonight is gratitude for the bumpy road and the hard saddle between my legs (yeah, I said that). Tonight is watching two people carry two ducks down the road and then go swimming with them. Tonight is pushing hard on the hills, taking the corners a little too fast, risking the new, smooth tires on the sandy gravel road and nearly wiping out, but not. Tonight is gratitude for my legs, my heart, my lungs, my spirit that will not settle for easy, that keeps pushing through day after day. Tonight is racing the darkness home and winning, just barely. Tonight is coming home to a cat who loves me and ice cream waiting.

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC

mookieroo

Racing Darkness

Tonight is not turning my bike around when it started to pour. Tonight is rain pelting my skin, soaking my clothes, filling my shoes with water. Tonight is searching for the rainbow and not finding it. Tonight is gratitude for the bumpy road and the hard saddle between my legs (yeah, I said that). Tonight is watching two people carry two ducks down the road and then go swimming with them. Tonight is pushing hard on the hills, taking the corners a little too fast, risking the new, smooth tires on the sandy gravel road and nearly wiping out, but not. Tonight is gratitude for my legs, my heart, my lungs, my spirit that will not settle for easy, that keeps pushing through day after day. Tonight is racing the darkness home and winning, just barely. Tonight is coming home to a cat who loves me and ice cream waiting.

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She had two kids a husband a full time job. Being tired was normal, expected. A summer hike rendered her dizzy too weak almost to finish. By winter she found herself passed out at a concert. Anemia they told her. A pain in her stomach Dismissed as an ulcer. Tests and more tests and finally they discovered the cells gone haywire multiplying in the colon spreading into the liver. Four months they said. A year later cells were all she had become. They ate her alive. My mother.

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC

mookieroo

Eaten Alive

She had two kids a husband a full time job. Being tired was normal, expected. A summer hike rendered her dizzy too weak almost to finish. By winter she found herself passed out at a concert. Anemia they told her. A pain in her stomach Dismissed as an ulcer. Tests and more tests and finally they discovered the cells gone haywire multiplying in the colon spreading into the liver. Four months they said. A year later cells were all she had become. They ate her alive. My mother.

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Wake with the sun, the song of the birds Tangled and sweaty Legs entwined, head on heart Hand in curls wild from night Speak of dreams, fears, hopes Love comes easily, tenderly, softly without apology Snuggle closer, alarm be ****** Add sticky to sweaty, a stew of sustenance Fuel for the day Your face above mine Your breath in my ear Your love fills me I carry you with me As morning turns to day

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC

mookieroo

A Perfect Morning

Wake with the sun, the song of the birds Tangled and sweaty Legs entwined, head on heart Hand in curls wild from night Speak of dreams, fears, hopes Love comes easily, tenderly, softly without apology Snuggle closer, alarm be ****** Add sticky to sweaty, a stew of sustenance Fuel for the day Your face above mine Your breath in my ear Your love fills me I carry you with me As morning turns to day

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Layered Spring is stubborn this year and we are layered, the ocean in front of us does its thing not a care in the world for us, the wind blows our hair, chills our necks, not caring either. The sun shines down on our pale faces and feet bringing out freckles that make him smile. I peel an orange, we scoop avocado from its shell, eat dolmas, sink our bodies into layer upon layer of sand. We take off layers of clothing, put them back on, the same dance we do with our minds unraveling the layers of our emotions, our willingness to be vulnerable. In front of us the ocean does not care about any of this, content in its own rhythms steadily caressing the shore. We sit in silence unraveled.

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC

mookieroo

Layered

Layered Spring is stubborn this year and we are layered, the ocean in front of us does its thing not a care in the world for us, the wind blows our hair, chills our necks, not caring either. The sun shines down on our pale faces and feet bringing out freckles that make him smile. I peel an orange, we scoop avocado from its shell, eat dolmas, sink our bodies into layer upon layer of sand. We take off layers of clothing, put them back on, the same dance we do with our minds unraveling the layers of our emotions, our willingness to be vulnerable. In front of us the ocean does not care about any of this, content in its own rhythms steadily caressing the shore. We sit in silence unraveled.

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Your smell lingers on me mixing with lilac and grass it makes me heady, full of longing You smell good Everywhere lovers greet the day A duck couple crosses in front of me on the bike path I love you A wild turkey struts his stuff for his girl and all to see You are beautiful Bumblebees **** nectar from every blossom they find You taste good A woman lies a blanket on a mountain top, fusses with it, waits for her man I want to hold you I sit on a tree stump, freshly cut its life-long lover still stands strong next to it shading me from the sun I’m sorry

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC

mookieroo

Senses

Your smell lingers on me mixing with lilac and grass it makes me heady, full of longing You smell good Everywhere lovers greet the day A duck couple crosses in front of me on the bike path I love you A wild turkey struts his stuff for his girl and all to see You are beautiful Bumblebees **** nectar from every blossom they find You taste good A woman lies a blanket on a mountain top, fusses with it, waits for her man I want to hold you I sit on a tree stump, freshly cut its life-long lover still stands strong next to it shading me from the sun I’m sorry

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Last night at dusk as the peepers called to their lovers and the frogs croaked to theirs a young deer, confused by a fence rammed herself over and over into it A few feet away the fence ended and the deer could have run right through had she the where-with- all to stop her ramming and just look I watched and tried to coax her until finally she spooked and ran the other way, across the path and into the woods where she disappeared as if she had never been there at all

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC

mookieroo

Dusk

Last night at dusk as the peepers called to their lovers and the frogs croaked to theirs a young deer, confused by a fence rammed herself over and over into it A few feet away the fence ended and the deer could have run right through had she the where-with- all to stop her ramming and just look I watched and tried to coax her until finally she spooked and ran the other way, across the path and into the woods where she disappeared as if she had never been there at all

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Today I want to sit sun warming my face, thawing the cold ground. I want to write of you, a love story, my love story. Ours. I want to write of your face Above me, below me, next to me In the throws of passion or on the verge of tears. I want to write of your body. Not just your body but ours, together. The way we move like waves on an ever changing shore, familiar, desperate, soft and gentle. I want to write of your heart. The way it melts me with its kindness. It’s capacity and desire to know me and understand without fear. I want to write of your mouth. Oh god your mouth! I really have no adequate words for how delicious it is. Swallow me whole. I want to feed you everything.

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Apr 15, 2018

Apr 15, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC

mookieroo

You

Today I want to sit sun warming my face, thawing the cold ground. I want to write of you, a love story, my love story. Ours. I want to write of your face Above me, below me, next to me In the throws of passion or on the verge of tears. I want to write of your body. Not just your body but ours, together. The way we move like waves on an ever changing shore, familiar, desperate, soft and gentle. I want to write of your heart. The way it melts me with its kindness. It’s capacity and desire to know me and understand without fear. I want to write of your mouth. Oh god your mouth! I really have no adequate words for how delicious it is. Swallow me whole. I want to feed you everything.

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A Perfect Morning Wake with the sun, the song of the birds Tangled and sweaty Legs entwined, head on heart Hand in curls wild from night Speak of dreams, fears, hopes Love comes easily, tenderly, softly without apology Snuggle closer, alarm be ****** Add sticky to sweaty, a stew of sustenance Fuel for the day Your face above mine Your breath in my ear Your love fills me I carry you with me As morning turns to day

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Apr 13, 2018

Apr 13, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC

mookieroo

The Perfect Morning

A Perfect Morning Wake with the sun, the song of the birds Tangled and sweaty Legs entwined, head on heart Hand in curls wild from night Speak of dreams, fears, hopes Love comes easily, tenderly, softly without apology Snuggle closer, alarm be ****** Add sticky to sweaty, a stew of sustenance Fuel for the day Your face above mine Your breath in my ear Your love fills me I carry you with me As morning turns to day

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Oh girl, you are loved, relax Oh girl, you are enough, relax Oh girl, you are loving relax Oh girl, your heart is intact, it pulses every second of every day, relax Oh girl, though your brain swirls every which way it knows how to find center when you listen, relax Oh girl, your body knows comfort and sometimes even can find it, relax Oh girl, money comes and money goes, but you are capable, relax Oh girl, you have known fear and still you persist, relax Oh girl, adventures await, relax

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Apr 11, 2018

Apr 11, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC

mookieroo

Oh Girl

Oh girl, you are loved, relax Oh girl, you are enough, relax Oh girl, you are loving relax Oh girl, your heart is intact, it pulses every second of every day, relax Oh girl, though your brain swirls every which way it knows how to find center when you listen, relax Oh girl, your body knows comfort and sometimes even can find it, relax Oh girl, money comes and money goes, but you are capable, relax Oh girl, you have known fear and still you persist, relax Oh girl, adventures await, relax

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My Mother and Other Ghosts My mother’s ghost is kind and benevolent she shows herself mostly in the kitchen, in my children’s strength, and in my father’s heart. She does not show herself often and sometimes I even have to wish for her, but when she comes I know it. She does not haunt me like the others do. My ex husband, alive still, haunts me the most. His ghost appears out of no where, takes a simple sentence or every day situation and turns it into an earthquake in my head. He comes when I least expect him reeking havoc, taunting in the ways he does best. The creaky door, spine tingling ghosts appear less frequently. Mostly in the night, always out of sight conjuring images of souls trapped. Sad and lonely just coming to say hello. I welcome these. They are easy to make happy. Passing in the darkness. Hello I whisper. Hello.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC

mookieroo

My Mother and Other Ghosts

My Mother and Other Ghosts My mother’s ghost is kind and benevolent she shows herself mostly in the kitchen, in my children’s strength, and in my father’s heart. She does not show herself often and sometimes I even have to wish for her, but when she comes I know it. She does not haunt me like the others do. My ex husband, alive still, haunts me the most. His ghost appears out of no where, takes a simple sentence or every day situation and turns it into an earthquake in my head. He comes when I least expect him reeking havoc, taunting in the ways he does best. The creaky door, spine tingling ghosts appear less frequently. Mostly in the night, always out of sight conjuring images of souls trapped. Sad and lonely just coming to say hello. I welcome these. They are easy to make happy. Passing in the darkness. Hello I whisper. Hello.

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