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Jan 2021 · 475
Man of Diamonds
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2021
Do not dig me out
for the seedling cannot
sustain itself
under the weight
of your pressure
it needs sustenance
for growth and
bread from the moon

i watch you lick
your ashen lips
I am as thirsty
and have seen
the clear waters
but drink me
instead

i keep a tiger's
eye below my breast
just in case I lose the nerve
to enter you
my beautiful labyrinth
your glance
speaks hard
like diamond jewels

come and dazzle
the way
Nov 2020 · 215
Happy Birthday to Me
Tanisha Jackland Nov 2020
I am older
No longer strangled by
blinded naivete
with a smudge
of silly
embracing the white
invasion
in every crevice
of my body
I am a glacier
receding into
the extinction of Me
Now that I am closer
to the fervent void
I will savor
this child free air
a crone and a mystery
to thee
Oct 2020 · 386
The Mind is an Engine
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2020
We play with minds
but the mind plays us

don't use it enough
only when convenient

or when it's too late
when we've been suckered

bamboozled into thinking
too much about nothing

The only reason you are here
is to be composted

Recycled into something
that will in all hopes last forever...
Oct 2020 · 245
Of Salt and Bitter Ways
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2020
"I'm building a cult around Your Figure" -Charles Michael Parks, jr.

Go ahead
You are perfect.
For I am edible enough
to break you with
my tongue.
I will
stain you with
tannins
to color your face
with my stink.
For I am as wanton
as an open sky.
Bring me
your sun-lit kisses
between this
black berry bush
deliver me
and make me endless...
Oct 2020 · 139
So Busy These Days
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2020
You are
always flying away
And there you go again
rendezvous with the wind
I try to anchor you
with my kisses
but they are not heavy enough
to weigh you down
flighty fool
those golden shiny
things won't
bring you peace of mind
but convene with me
then you shall know
what your precious
time is really
meant for...
Sep 2020 · 130
Tin Woman
Tanisha Jackland Sep 2020
I feel my age these days
bones creaking
the need to be well-oiled
like some kind of
tin woman
all rusted
my metal parts
need refurbishing
then I could
have a new body
without dying
Be all bionic
and built like
a brickhouse
again...
Sep 2020 · 203
Retail Therapy
Tanisha Jackland Sep 2020
Blessed are those
who spend money
on things
we have been dipped
into the holy cash
streams
of money worship
like fallen gods from glory
love disguised in the
sanctimony of commerce
And never buy mediocrity
from middle men
or those claiming they are
the masters of your soul
who will just
empty your pockets
avoid them as if
they are frauds
of the spirit
who may send
you to hell
Aug 2020 · 239
Digital Mystics
Tanisha Jackland Aug 2020
They conjure up
Numbers from
the sacred air like
alpha shamans always do
saging poetics and
placing their hands
on the mouse of
your spine
just a page away
from nirvana
they say it would heal you
the old incantations
of an ancient
magic speaking to you
in tongues with clicks
layered in keyboard divination
they are here to say
you can illuminate
the world with love
laughing with your bellies
Aug 2020 · 103
We Define We
Tanisha Jackland Aug 2020
We are unsung but
natural born
free formed like
Marley does dreads
all in your head
like we be the toast
of humanity
out from calamity
a designed order
from chaos
the dark
matter
that matters
the sentient beings
with celestial wings
bringing galaxies
as cosmic bound
earthlings
we define we
Being black
Aug 2020 · 140
Hootchie Cootchie Ma
Tanisha Jackland Aug 2020
This is not another
poem about wild
uncouth women
and their wiles
those plethora of ways to
grab men's attention

This is about brutality
how he speaks to her in flesh
men with brutal words
speak with brutal tongues
Hit with brutal hands
as if that would make her
more available

as if women were
all gold grabbers
but
kindness never
crosses his mind

she is the pretty prize
he is the lip licking
fangs *****
with nothing to do
but ravage
her naivete...
Jul 2020 · 133
Start Loving
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
I saw armies of women
ripping fetuses out from
their unprotected wombs
Then judges of men
Burning them to a cross
On newly
manicured lawns
Nothing to see here
But an eye for a busted eye
And coal dark skin
made a crime
Your unleavened bread will
not save you
Perhaps covens of nature
loving witches will…
Jul 2020 · 139
Portrait of a Cloud
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Lazy days are for
laying in the Sun
Belly up
dream gazing
fishing the sky
for portraits
the clouds
become divination
tools for sages
We are seers
of this crystal ball world
passing by
billowy in summer skies
Jul 2020 · 136
the origins of despair
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Mud is the battlefield
and we fight death
while the lotus goes unnoticed
We tend to breed greed
like despair is growing green
on the wrong side
We are jealous of them
and their pretty
picket fence
no matter why
they are so fly
women enter old age knowing
we've been cheated
out of youth
Jul 2020 · 132
Wild Love
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Women ignite yourself
burn in untamed desire
for the fever that breaks
into flames
pure essence of
lust awareness
that sits below the
root of the spine
You came here to
be wanton
to be entangled
in the mud of wild love
you are a gold
lotus spreading
across the divide
show yourself
and watch the world heal...
Jul 2020 · 175
All's Well
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
You have become a dull ache that sits just above the small of my back.  We have grown tall weeds between us. In bed you go fetal whenever I come within arms reach. failing to connect.  I am left alone with the chill of your silence as it mocks me sleepless in the echoes of the night.
Jul 2020 · 101
Truth is a Frequency
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
You'll know it when
you feel it
right between your
solar plexus and gut
Tune your life by it
for You are the middle man
deciding when to
calibrate your mind
to this higher realm
Once you go there
it's hard to come back
Illusion is the hardest
craving to break
we live there at all times
To be truth one must
find their own vibration
and live from this frequency
of true freedom
Jul 2020 · 104
The Tragedy of Hip
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
To make corduroy cool
you'll need to be
the grand ole size of a
5'2 sprite
Be perky having
thrift-shop lovin flip-flop
wearing, I'm going to
make a bold statement with my
clothes inducing, young
and up and coming, professional
with a namaste projecting
attitude.
Jul 2020 · 128
Secret No. 3
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Flowers
are God's way of
saying that She
is all things
distinct and funky
we need them
to understand
the ambiguity of life
as wild as they are
boundless
and eager to please
They have the courage to
rise up from concrete
to exist  
experiencing Herself
and to explore
the endless wanton ways
Inspired by Gloria O'Keeffe's painting Black Iris
Jul 2020 · 126
If A = -A
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
If God is not
a great harsh
old man in the sky
with alabaster skin
and a white beard


Then who is She?
Live life authentically...
Jul 2020 · 135
Secret No. 4
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Don't believe what they tell you
Think for yourself like you have come
here to save you.
Sage Woman
Jul 2020 · 102
More Than a Dream
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
On this plane
we are flesh
made from real tears
and freshly spilt blood
we feel the incisions
to the bone
of everyday assaults
some minor
spoken words
some monumental
trauma that leaves
us stifled in our tracks
it's more than a dream
and more like a
never ending nightmare
Jul 2020 · 95
I Poet Hard
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
It's all here
the pen
the paper
and the poet
perfectly
existing
simultaneous
in the
same
space
at
one
time...
Jul 2020 · 204
Brick House
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
I feel my age these days
bones creaking
the need to be well-oiled
like some kind of
tin woman
all rusted
on metal parts
I need refurbishing
then I could swag
with a new body
without dying
Be all bionic
built like
a brickhouse
again...
Jul 2020 · 104
Ides of Skies
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
They told
lies with cold wives
sent their idle mothers
to die on tides
those treacherous nights
lead men to fight and
take flight
But She
was sent here
thru Her own thighs
they demised her wise and
planted her
six feet high
in the sky...
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
We are evolving
Finally the monster
is rising slowly and
rubbing its heavy eyes
to a pant less world
a world without
cut throats and apathy
"Your hierarchary
is crumbling"
and people are jumping
from high places
the glass shattering
above us
None of us have anything
to wear but this same
nakedness
the same wounds
weeping and yet, there are
those of us who truly
want to heal.
Apr 2020 · 99
Watering Plants
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
Give them a drink
then watch them cascade
to the sky
they look for the good food
light from the Sun
will pour into your soul
when you remember to
give them a drink
and breathe...
Apr 2020 · 136
Black Thursday
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
I was born on the
Third phase of a
Waning moon
On a dark
Day in November
                                     She said

I had the wrath of a million
Ravens in her womb
                      
                          She was not ready

A voice proclaimed
Beyond my mother's knowing
She said

I was an Omen come alive
Spread across her shrinking world
                         And I will live on for
                       You made me endless
She said
I was the harbinger
Of her pain and a witch
To the gray moon of
her clever madness
Apr 2020 · 151
Jewish Penicillin
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
I make mine jewish style
with plenty of root veggies
leeks carrots parsnips turnips
garlic and matza *****
made from scratch
fresh dill for luck
goes a long way

I pray over my ***
It's good for the soul
checks them bones
then the body follows

I become humble again
much aware of the sacrifice
that we may all become
warm soup for something
to heal what is deep inside.
Apr 2020 · 170
Lock and Load
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
This is not the time
to be in hypochondria
Every night I feel
like I'm in sick mode
waiting for this next
ailment to take me away
Breathe. and
Breathe
don't let this sickness
overwhelm you.
I am not going out like that.
I think I'm ready.
I've got my ammunition.
And I'm packing a doozy.
inhaler. check
gypsy cold tea. check
lemons. check
garlic. check
zinc. check
echinacea. check
tylenol. check
thermometer. check
pulse/oximeter. check
send love daily. check
Prayers to God. check
Apr 2020 · 97
Holding Up The Sky
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
They are self less
Holding up the sky with
compassionate limbs
they guard
The world for nothing
True poets
with silence as their tongues
Sacrificing their lives
to get a peek
at life animating
knowing the dark
Sustenance of the ground
To walk on land
with sacred feet
Apr 2020 · 113
Dream Sweet
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
He came as
clear as crystal
spoke to me
in cello notes
My body was not
my own but his
to strum and gently
tango with
He tasted like
sweet mead
lit tiny fires upon
my skin
I succumbed
consumed by
this holy muse...
Apr 2020 · 112
Change of Perspective
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
It's not what you would die for
that has greater meaning
it's what you would live for that makes
it all seem timeless and worthwhile
Apr 2020 · 105
Dragonfly
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
I used to be

frightened of dragonflies

until my husband

clued me in on

how good they are

for the ecosystem

eating mosquitoes

across the lakes

and such

but dragonflies represent

the horror of growing up

for me

how adulting brings

the innocence of

childhood to

an undeniable halt

I could feel the weight

of adult realms compressing

me into a condensed

little consumer all

pre-progammed and 'waiting'

for further conditioning

like an automaton

And me remaining in

a doe-eyed stance for

pretty much the

rest of my life
Apr 2020 · 100
The Quarantine Blues
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
The nights have
been somber around here
they are filled with
apparitions of
longing and worry

So I write poems
with a surgical knife
to cut at the wound
of my sullen cries

I should be stronger
than this
superwoman in reverse

the cobwebs come and
multiply around me
as if I were an
abandoned building
while the shadows have their
own wicked agenda

as I flutter around
like the milquetoast girl
from yesterday

I'm bullied by
quarantined nights
then saved by the morning
Sun of my resurrection
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2020
Don’t weep
you cure the sick air
with a robust love
Passing out redemption
Like lollipops for broken dreams
You are the reluctant warrior
Here to mend torn casualties
from mankind’s cruelty
a new dawn has emerged
with every shift you take
You know who you are
In the trenches muddy
And sodden but moving
Steadily towards
A towering grace
Thank you.
Mar 2020 · 83
Lit
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
Lit
Candlelit dinners
are meant to impress
I've seen the show
'Keeping Up Appearances'
way too many times
to acquire that knowledge
but candles are filters for
aged women like me
the glow softens the face
then I begin to look like
a 'Star Trek' cameo shot
with vaseline smeared
all over the lens
To be young and
wrinkle-less again
would be my dream
just without the dumb that
comes with it
Mar 2020 · 107
If Water Was Woman
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
Water is blood
it flows flawless sacred
from the head of mountains
to the feet of forests
sometimes still
****** to your lips

I'll never understand
the apprehension
for water
like cursing the woman
who gave you life

Water eludes those
who would besiege her
The undeserving ones
The haters who would burn her
at the stake if she were to
manifest

Alas water being
the blueprint
for life is merciful  
to us all
and a tireless enigma
of the female sort
Mar 2020 · 118
Once Upon a Time
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
I laid down
my own mask
My face needed
room to breathe
I remember
I was once a pretender
Jostled ghosts
With paper armor
Kept the
truth from
being haunted.
It’s not easy to show
The world my teeth
And the ugly cast for my
setting bones
to be self-liberated
in the land of make believe
than encumbered
by collective lies...
Mar 2020 · 129
One Breath
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
Maybe if we all
took one deep
collective breath
we could step off
this mad
merry-go-round
into a world
where
thoughtfulness
reigns
and nature is divine
then we could teach
our children the
slow ways of walking
mindfully on this land...
Mar 2020 · 155
Tough Love
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
We were never
in control
just cunning enough
to fool ourselves
While the planet
spins on
nudging us gently
to move mindfully
in this space
no more
cars or stock
portfolios
or brutality  
just the clear air
of kindness and simplicity
the new way of life.
Mar 2020 · 128
Back To Earth
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
You were born
untethered from
the greed of men

who would
usurp all the good in
the land for their
great fortune

Let that agenda wane
into the wind
that you may be
human again

Evolve into
the quiet dance
for you are in
the company
of trees

return to your
birthright and love
what is good
and unhurried
Mar 2020 · 96
Come Nightly
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
Nights are for
lullabies and the lonely
for naked moons
and spaceships
that hover then
disappear at a glance
the night is for
the learned
going inward
to soul force
It's exhilarating
to be in a world
without knowing what
will come next
for the night is
filled with ghosts
and the peace of growth
but most of all the night
brings us to be
ourselves free...
Mar 2020 · 94
Not the Enemy
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
The real fiend is you
don't defeat him
or make him stupid
just sit with him
and feel his presence
Mar 2020 · 118
Anxiety
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
What if
you were
guaranteed
the what ifs
never happen
will you then live
as though you were
the microcosm of
something so sacred
and bigger than
yourself
Mar 2020 · 133
Already Here
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
it is not ours to grasp
and hold in monumental panic
for what is ours is unseen
it cannot be tangible
but immutable
peace is already here
for you on the cusp
between something
and nothing
Mar 2020 · 94
Lay Down
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
But do not go to sleep
Mar 2020 · 144
Switch
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
I think Life and Death
are interchangeable
we are dead
when we should be
most alive
like in a middle
of a crush
not knowing when to
begin the fall into
to the awkward  
oblivion again
just one sweet
loop after another
Mar 2020 · 96
Just a Place
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
We all want a place
in this world
to fit in like a puzzle piece
plebeian and all happy
like
this world isn't perfect enough
this isn't peaceful enough

if we are all encumbered
by the weight
of just one oppression
just think of how
stifled we are with
millions of them
Mar 2020 · 98
Toxic Tendencies
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2020
The locale of this

body was once worn

It was the crash pad

and the last place

You'd ever look

for me

But

when I am gone

I bet you will

remember that

in some way

I shall live

again...
Feb 2020 · 98
My Big Secret
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2020
I tried to hide it

In layers of baggy peasantry

in mishap crinkles of sloppy

Nothing to adorn my face

but its earthy ashen glow



He found me despite this

false exterior

This plump mass of

flesh and matter



He followed the

trail of smolder

leading to my lips



Watched me lick

the air and for an instant

stood immobile

Mouth slightly agape
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