#bcjaime - Hello Poetry

the cats do not purr the dogs have fallen silent... cell phone ___RINGS___ --its you!

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #10

the cats do not purr the dogs have fallen silent... cell phone ___RINGS___ --its you!

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the night brings with its glittering sky cricket choir lightning bug The light breeze wakes the sleeping palm the orb weaver spins its lacework A cat sits tail wrapped sniffing the dew of the night-blooming jasmine In the center eyes closed deep breath in slow breath out legs one under the other hands to the side eye open He soars above the chirping chorus the solitary cat above the weaver Over the palm with the lightning bug the scent of jasmine ignites his aura He is one with the stars He soars Free

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC

BCJaime

There is a peace

the night brings with its glittering sky cricket choir lightning bug The light breeze wakes the sleeping palm the orb weaver spins its lacework A cat sits tail wrapped sniffing the dew of the night-blooming jasmine In the center eyes closed deep breath in slow breath out legs one under the other hands to the side eye open He soars above the chirping chorus the solitary cat above the weaver Over the palm with the lightning bug the scent of jasmine ignites his aura He is one with the stars He soars Free

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_(for my brother, Jason)_ I couldn't ride a bike until I was eleven. It was then my little brother hijacked my dusty BMX, racing down the hill. Not to be out done, I learned to ride soon after. I've been able to ride a bike since I was eleven. Seeing my brother race down the hill like effortless lightning, gave me the courage to ride like him...like wind.

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC

BCJaime

Training Wheels

_(for my brother, Jason)_ I couldn't ride a bike until I was eleven. It was then my little brother hijacked my dusty BMX, racing down the hill. Not to be out done, I learned to ride soon after. I've been able to ride a bike since I was eleven. Seeing my brother race down the hill like effortless lightning, gave me the courage to ride like him...like wind.

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he was a tambourine _cling-cling-cling_ competing with the guitar, _strrr...uuummm..._ bass, _puuu-waaa...ssh!_ and drums _BO...o...Om!_ In the orchestra he was the conductor's baton _swish-swish-swish_ drowned out by the oboe _BRRR...Rooo..._ cello _teener-neener-teen_ violin _Neee-nah-neee...nahnahnah-nee..._ When he went solo he was a harp _bling-bling-bling-bling..._ graceful, delicate _tling-ling-ring-bling..._ his strings plucked _pling-pling-pling-pling_ by angels

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC

BCJaime

In the Band

he was a tambourine _cling-cling-cling_ competing with the guitar, _strrr...uuummm..._ bass, _puuu-waaa...ssh!_ and drums _BO...o...Om!_ In the orchestra he was the conductor's baton _swish-swish-swish_ drowned out by the oboe _BRRR...Rooo..._ cello _teener-neener-teen_ violin _Neee-nah-neee...nahnahnah-nee..._ When he went solo he was a harp _bling-bling-bling-bling..._ graceful, delicate _tling-ling-ring-bling..._ his strings plucked _pling-pling-pling-pling_ by angels

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was all he needed to make the sickness go away two a day two times three is six large white monstrosities made his muscles burn back ache, legs cramp side effects took hold and anxiety waiting for blood tests and bowel movements his fingernails grew as did his beard he tossed, turned insomnia invaded he woke up on day four looked in the mirror peeling around his eyes tingling on the skin discomfort in the gut he massaged his belly six little pills and not one had worked

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 8:13 AM UTC

BCJaime

Six Pills

was all he needed to make the sickness go away two a day two times three is six large white monstrosities made his muscles burn back ache, legs cramp side effects took hold and anxiety waiting for blood tests and bowel movements his fingernails grew as did his beard he tossed, turned insomnia invaded he woke up on day four looked in the mirror peeling around his eyes tingling on the skin discomfort in the gut he massaged his belly six little pills and not one had worked

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I went to your house today. You remembered I was coming. And to take a bath. And eat. You told me a story that happened yesterday, not seventy-five years ago. You didn’t ask the same question thirteen times. There was no argument about prescription drugs or bloodwork. You didn’t slam the door. But, of course, none of that happened. How could it? You are here and you are gone. [Note: This poem was originally published in _Cadence Collective's_ anthology _Then & Now: Conversations With Old Friends_, available for purchase here: https://sadiegirlpress.com/2015/11/04/then-now-conversations-with-old-friends/]

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC

BCJaime

Gone

I went to your house today. You remembered I was coming. And to take a bath. And eat. You told me a story that happened yesterday, not seventy-five years ago. You didn’t ask the same question thirteen times. There was no argument about prescription drugs or bloodwork. You didn’t slam the door. But, of course, none of that happened. How could it? You are here and you are gone. [Note: This poem was originally published in _Cadence Collective's_ anthology _Then & Now: Conversations With Old Friends_, available for purchase here: https://sadiegirlpress.com/2015/11/04/then-now-conversations-with-old-friends/]

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as the light went out a stirring a fluttering gone the day a strange dream the night wished to communicate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here:

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC

BCJaime

REM

as the light went out a stirring a fluttering gone the day a strange dream the night wished to communicate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here:

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the lovely vapour around me foliage trees sanctuary among the tall grass the breath of universal love sustains us an eternity of bliss heaven and earth in my soul [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf9g-moht36/]

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Mar 5, 2018

Mar 5, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC

BCJaime

Sanctuary

the lovely vapour around me foliage trees sanctuary among the tall grass the breath of universal love sustains us an eternity of bliss heaven and earth in my soul [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf9g-moht36/]

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myself new words new meanings overtones words thought vast unkown fertile territories waiting to cultivate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf7P0NRB7VX/]

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC

BCJaime

I Am Writing

myself new words new meanings overtones words thought vast unkown fertile territories waiting to cultivate [Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the _Blackout Bard_ poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf7P0NRB7VX/]

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starlight tumbles bright winter leaves fall from the trees the bear cannot sleep

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #9

starlight tumbles bright winter leaves fall from the trees the bear cannot sleep

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crisp cold morning sun giant squirrel searches the hill ...you are nowhere to be found symphony of birds gusts dancing with mimosa ...our bed is empty ice plant in the shade the tumbleweed immobile ...i wait, my darling

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #'s 6-8

crisp cold morning sun giant squirrel searches the hill ...you are nowhere to be found symphony of birds gusts dancing with mimosa ...our bed is empty ice plant in the shade the tumbleweed immobile ...i wait, my darling

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_(for Terry McMillan)_ I was a ***** glacier cold solid ice claws for fingernails man killing eyes not myself, not someone else thirsty for the wild hunt self-loathing eating away the way aphids eat the orange tree no more empathy where’d that go? probably jumped off the same cliff as romance and joy at the bottom of a cold canyon swirling in roaring deep water caught in the current beneath the surface, far beneath carried away for three years no lifejacket, no life behind reinforced steel behind the ***** I was a ***** for three years until the ***** took a scraper to the icebox climbed over the edge of the canyon breaking clawed nails on orange clay ****** at the bottom, ****** but alive swam to the bottom of freezing waters found my groove got it back shot up from the icy foam _exhaled_ picked ripe fruit from the tree cut it into four pieces one for romance, one for joy one for empathy, one for me no more aphids on the orange tree no more glacier, no more hunt oh yes, the ***** is still here nourishing my soul with the fruit of knowledge reminding me don’t let go don’t let me be all they see [Notes: This poem was published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/01/17/for-3-years/ First published in _Men’s Heartbreak Anthology_.]

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Mar 3, 2018

Mar 3, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC

BCJaime

For Three Years

_(for Terry McMillan)_ I was a ***** glacier cold solid ice claws for fingernails man killing eyes not myself, not someone else thirsty for the wild hunt self-loathing eating away the way aphids eat the orange tree no more empathy where’d that go? probably jumped off the same cliff as romance and joy at the bottom of a cold canyon swirling in roaring deep water caught in the current beneath the surface, far beneath carried away for three years no lifejacket, no life behind reinforced steel behind the ***** I was a ***** for three years until the ***** took a scraper to the icebox climbed over the edge of the canyon breaking clawed nails on orange clay ****** at the bottom, ****** but alive swam to the bottom of freezing waters found my groove got it back shot up from the icy foam _exhaled_ picked ripe fruit from the tree cut it into four pieces one for romance, one for joy one for empathy, one for me no more aphids on the orange tree no more glacier, no more hunt oh yes, the ***** is still here nourishing my soul with the fruit of knowledge reminding me don’t let go don’t let me be all they see [Notes: This poem was published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/01/17/for-3-years/ First published in _Men’s Heartbreak Anthology_.]

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He said _“You’re a bear.”_ I said _“No, I’m a fish. Two fish, actually Swimming in opposite directions One tells me: Do it! The other says: Oh no you betta don’t!”_ He said _“No. You’re a bear.”_ I said _“No. Actually, I’m a monkey. A crazy, funny monkey who can pick up stuff with his toes then wonder when I’ll evolve (Even my pops used to call me his 'little monkey'.)”_ He said _“Just face it. YOU. ARE. A. BEAR.”_ I said _“I beg to differ, I am a night owl that stares at stars or watches Friends reruns in the wee hours of the morning. Ask me a question I’ll show you how wise I am.”_ He said _“Do you know that you are a bear?”_ I said _“Nope. I’m a snake. I have tremendous sympathy for others, great depth of perception Am intense, passionate, determined, at times, headstrong.”_ He said _“But, you are also a bear. A hairy bear.”_ I said _“Fine. I’m a bear. Are you happy? I’m grumpy, lumbering & hate bees. I’m hairy, I hibernate. I. Am. A. Bear.”_ (after a taste of honey) I said _“And what are you Hmmm…?”_ He said _“I’m an otter. hairy & cute just like you Now, give me your paw Let’s go splash around in the river.”_

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC

BCJaime

Bear

He said _“You’re a bear.”_ I said _“No, I’m a fish. Two fish, actually Swimming in opposite directions One tells me: Do it! The other says: Oh no you betta don’t!”_ He said _“No. You’re a bear.”_ I said _“No. Actually, I’m a monkey. A crazy, funny monkey who can pick up stuff with his toes then wonder when I’ll evolve (Even my pops used to call me his 'little monkey'.)”_ He said _“Just face it. YOU. ARE. A. BEAR.”_ I said _“I beg to differ, I am a night owl that stares at stars or watches Friends reruns in the wee hours of the morning. Ask me a question I’ll show you how wise I am.”_ He said _“Do you know that you are a bear?”_ I said _“Nope. I’m a snake. I have tremendous sympathy for others, great depth of perception Am intense, passionate, determined, at times, headstrong.”_ He said _“But, you are also a bear. A hairy bear.”_ I said _“Fine. I’m a bear. Are you happy? I’m grumpy, lumbering & hate bees. I’m hairy, I hibernate. I. Am. A. Bear.”_ (after a taste of honey) I said _“And what are you Hmmm…?”_ He said _“I’m an otter. hairy & cute just like you Now, give me your paw Let’s go splash around in the river.”_

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_“Consider me As one who loved poetry And persimmons” –Shiki_ As one who loved Poetry and persimmons Pomegranates and prose Who visited Keats’ nightingale tree And Freud’s couch Who stayed Long after winter storms Struck spirit with lightning Who traveled Beyond starry dusted night To speak with spirits Who survived The ***** and peril Of the provokers pike Who rose Not from clichéd ash But from papery embers Who wrote Down every word On lined parchment Who seduced Your very soul to squander Its sentiment on one Who gave Of himself Everything [Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/10/27/consider-me/]

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC

BCJaime

Consider Me

_“Consider me As one who loved poetry And persimmons” –Shiki_ As one who loved Poetry and persimmons Pomegranates and prose Who visited Keats’ nightingale tree And Freud’s couch Who stayed Long after winter storms Struck spirit with lightning Who traveled Beyond starry dusted night To speak with spirits Who survived The ***** and peril Of the provokers pike Who rose Not from clichéd ash But from papery embers Who wrote Down every word On lined parchment Who seduced Your very soul to squander Its sentiment on one Who gave Of himself Everything [Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/10/27/consider-me/]

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the blue moon aglow endless stars on indigo you and I apart

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #5

the blue moon aglow endless stars on indigo you and I apart

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_(for Stephen)_ if i had to catch a trillion stars to have you back in my arms i'd weave them into a glittering lasso twirl it through the biting night until it hugged your aura the way fathers embrace prodigal sons so that you would know each second each dazzling orb each burly arm awaits your safe return

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC

BCJaime

Star Catcher

_(for Stephen)_ if i had to catch a trillion stars to have you back in my arms i'd weave them into a glittering lasso twirl it through the biting night until it hugged your aura the way fathers embrace prodigal sons so that you would know each second each dazzling orb each burly arm awaits your safe return

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noon rays, biting breeze honey bee meets dandelion... buzz! buzz! nectar sweet!

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #4

noon rays, biting breeze honey bee meets dandelion... buzz! buzz! nectar sweet!

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sky of white cotton a rusty blackbird cloud sweeps! the grassy knoll sways

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #3

sky of white cotton a rusty blackbird cloud sweeps! the grassy knoll sways

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squirrel on the duff hawk a vortex in the sky-- swoop! golden leaves everywhere

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #2

squirrel on the duff hawk a vortex in the sky-- swoop! golden leaves everywhere

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howling coyote great owl's moonlit serenade-- moaning of the train

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC

BCJaime

Suburban Haiku #1

howling coyote great owl's moonlit serenade-- moaning of the train

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_(for mama)_ I’ll write you a poem about something beautiful about sunny days open curtains bougainvillea in bloom I’ll fill it with verses about love, life roses that never wither hearts that never die when you read it you’ll forget all the pain in your limbs in your dreams in the truth that is life it’ll be as if you weren’t ailing with tubes transporting oxygen to your tired lungs as if there is no pain in the body as if life wasn’t hard and taxing as if people didn’t move away or fade away or stay away or die or lose themselves in their own minds I’ll write you a poem so beautiful about beautiful things and beautiful sons it will whisk you away from tears, anxiety, fear won’t speak of loss, betrayal, distress or the spot on the rug where his pupils were fixed and dilated and how when you stare at that spot long enough the flashbacks roll in and you relive his last words: _I’m alright_ and in it, there will be no talk of depression, **** or courtrooms filled with ******** judges instead you’ll find daisies, white puppies sons who actually live up to their potentials husbands who weren’t in denial about their diabetes I’ll write you a poem and it will be beautiful because you are beautiful, life is beautiful and because beautiful people deserve beautiful poems and yours will be the most beautiful poem of all when you read it, think of me think of love as beautiful think of life as beautiful and cry beautiful tears of joy without shoulda-woulda-coulda’s without soreness and sadness only smiles, warm kisses happiness, blue skies silver linings, bright sides where sons have children hearts are healthy dementia doesn’t exist cats don’t die puppies don’t *** on the rug ferns stay green forever and where he is there sitting in his favorite chair smiling saying _Morning, beautiful_ [Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/08/09/beautiful-2/]

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC

BCJaime

Beautiful

_(for mama)_ I’ll write you a poem about something beautiful about sunny days open curtains bougainvillea in bloom I’ll fill it with verses about love, life roses that never wither hearts that never die when you read it you’ll forget all the pain in your limbs in your dreams in the truth that is life it’ll be as if you weren’t ailing with tubes transporting oxygen to your tired lungs as if there is no pain in the body as if life wasn’t hard and taxing as if people didn’t move away or fade away or stay away or die or lose themselves in their own minds I’ll write you a poem so beautiful about beautiful things and beautiful sons it will whisk you away from tears, anxiety, fear won’t speak of loss, betrayal, distress or the spot on the rug where his pupils were fixed and dilated and how when you stare at that spot long enough the flashbacks roll in and you relive his last words: _I’m alright_ and in it, there will be no talk of depression, **** or courtrooms filled with ******** judges instead you’ll find daisies, white puppies sons who actually live up to their potentials husbands who weren’t in denial about their diabetes I’ll write you a poem and it will be beautiful because you are beautiful, life is beautiful and because beautiful people deserve beautiful poems and yours will be the most beautiful poem of all when you read it, think of me think of love as beautiful think of life as beautiful and cry beautiful tears of joy without shoulda-woulda-coulda’s without soreness and sadness only smiles, warm kisses happiness, blue skies silver linings, bright sides where sons have children hearts are healthy dementia doesn’t exist cats don’t die puppies don’t *** on the rug ferns stay green forever and where he is there sitting in his favorite chair smiling saying _Morning, beautiful_ [Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2015/08/09/beautiful-2/]

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is how long it took the paramedics the whole while we breathed into you pumping your still chest, counting beats we brought you back for a moment our eyes met you gave us permission to let you go but we’re stubborn and never stopped breathing, compressions counting pupils dilated, stained bed and us failures [Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2014/11/01/fourteen-minutes/-]

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC

BCJaime

Fourteen Minutes

is how long it took the paramedics the whole while we breathed into you pumping your still chest, counting beats we brought you back for a moment our eyes met you gave us permission to let you go but we’re stubborn and never stopped breathing, compressions counting pupils dilated, stained bed and us failures [Note: This poem was originally published by _Cadence Collective_: https://cadencecollective.net/2014/11/01/fourteen-minutes/-]

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