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 May 2018
Eloi
In a crypt for the undead
Turmoil awakens
And you cannot even let me rest
In the grave you burried me alive in
I don’t want to remember you
But your ghost dances
around my head
And I’m stuck here forever in this tomb for the undead
will you ever let me sleep?
I feel like I’m living i  n        A        D   r   e  a  m
 May 2018
Mary-Eliz
oh pregnancy oh pregnancy
oh how you make the belly grow
oh pregnancy, oh pregnancy
a girl if high, a boy if low

you give us gas and stretch marks
an aching back and fallen arch
oh pregnancy, oh pregnancy
oh please, oh please won't you have a heart

oh pregnancy oh pregnancy
oh how you make the belly large
oh pregnancy oh pregnancy
you make us feel just like a barge

you make us in the morning sick
and noon and night
what a ***** trick
oh pregnancy oh pregnancy
oh how - ouch - ooh how they kick

they kick and squirm
won't let you sleep
jab foot in rib and dig in deep
oh pregnancy oh pregnancy
why don't you go and take a leap
At the moment I don't have a Mothers' Day poem...but this has to come first anyway! LOL (an old one)
 Apr 2018
Sally A Bayan
Zen
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"...go to hell, purloiners!
you breached my trust...my privacy,
both, are sacred to me...
what about you?
...is anything at all sacred to you?"
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It's been
three days and more,
of crossing fears...thinking,
how easily......and suddenly...
one's precious worded gems,
could be exposed to strangers' eyes...
to think that private thoughts can
no longer be private, is infuriating...
how does one deal with violated privacy?
i'm ailing...while drowning in dim streams
.....all assurances, now disputed
all negative possibilities considered
i'm paranoid...the devil is winning...

the stomach sympathizes
with a disconcerted mind
growling its discontent
creating deleterious acids...

mad, upsetting hours stay for a while
holes must be mended or patched...
what was disorganized ...must be straightened
got to start from scratch

these past evenings, i trod
through hot valleys bright with fire
burning with anger and disgust
...for, i felt betrayed,
never have i been this way before,

.....i must go back to the water.....

slowly............i wait,
'til i can look past those trees,
those walls....those worlds outside, and
from them, create a swinging hammock
tied on two coconut trees~~~then
feel a mist from a not so far clear, blue ocean
feel the breeze whisper its magic spell
to cool and melt the fires within
be at peace with everyone
with everything...

i must take hold of that space
where i'll float...and i'll forget
where i'll toy with the ripples
and be overcome
with
~~~~moments of zen~~~



Sally
...i keep on scribbling, even when i'm angry,
      'til i get to that moment of calm.
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