#oklahoma
I rush outside,
Excitement burning bright,
Expecting fields of white,
Only to find...
A green Christmas?
Something's not quite right.
Where's the snow I was promised?
Where's all the white?
I can see the world outside,
Looks like spring, despite,
That it's been winter for a week.
I guess that's Oklahoma weather for ya...
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 3:22 PM UTC
Racist in a cab,
deputized,
weaponized,
Heading for the wealth
of the Tulsa Wall Street,
His hateful hands cannot
drown God in an pond,
but they've often
lynched his sons.
Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
when I stop
and
just let the
silence
be. . .
everything
is ok:
the tattered
tarp partially
buried in
the
hillside is
ok
the broken
bough used
as a toy
by the
poor
children is
ok
the
jaggedly
chopped
tree stump
by the
parked
car is
ok
the
unevenly
placed
stairs
that force
you to
change
your gait
are
ok
the
distant
tower
with the
blinking
light
is
ok
the
solitude
among
other
mortals
is
ok
the
whelming
sense of
being
lost is
ok
the
neat
glass of
scotch
from the
isle of
skye is
ok
the
divorced
lesbian
with two
kids at
the end
of her
rope
is
ok
the
minuscule
fly that
landed
on my
forehead
in the
bathroom
this
morning
is
ok
everything
is
ok
even the
things
that
aren't
they're
ok too
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 3:26 PM UTC
It is not that I have the urge to run away,
I just have the urge to run toward anywhere but
where I am.
Sequoia has called my name for lifetimes now and
I have ignored it’s siren song for far too long.
Emotions are like stepping stones.
Some are loose and long to be unearthed
while others are stubborn, jagged, and lingering.
In Sequoia, the trees are to be trusted.
Their reliable roots grip deep into mother Earth.
She holds them, limp and twig, leaf and bud.
I long for a trust like Sequoia.
Part of me is still in Oklahoma, my dorm,
shoving on shoes that will never fit.
My body is in bed,
but my mind is on an Arizona highway
searching for my soul in the blatant sun.
My mind is on a Montana mountainside
staring at the sprawl of an ancient glacier.
My mind is in my childhood home
combing through dusty boxes
for pieces of my mother before the divorce,
In New York, the MET, Gogh’s self portrait,
Illinois, Round Lake, 4th of July 2009.
My body is in bed but my mind is in Sequoia.
The trees are bigger than my ego and
The wind is nothing Oklahoma, it’s slow.
I think Heaven left a piece of itself on Earth;
I won’t tell if you don’t.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
He is walking slowly where step by step
measure by measure in the lush meadow
he plays a dulcet meandering air
inviting me to join him there
unbound by dark and foreboding forces
of the viral pervasive present.
I join him and we fly to the open plain
recently refreshed by rain
Oklahoma and its green fields
where the spirits of Native peoples reside
and in soft spring breezes glide
and remember their ancestors’ names
and the simple childhood games
they played kicking up dust of earth
in earshot of their mothers who gave birth
to those precious souls and bodies brown
made of love and Red River and ground.
The flute’s tune again catches me
in its lively streaming strain
and pulls me up to airy heights
to join the dance of darkness and light
in spirit realms where beauty
and reality tango together in peace.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
People talk about Tornado Alley,
The part of the U.S where I live.
They act like tornadoes touch down every week in May through October,
Like storms go through every other week.
Like everyone’s not scared and they’re always calm.
The truth is,
Tornado Alley’s not like that.
Tornado Alley is worrying
When a tornado touches down only five miles from your house,
Your family’s in the basement,
Wondering if everything’s all right,
And if your house will be damaged.
Tornado Alley is praying a storm will pass,
The ever-looming threat of a supercell,
Swirling clouds above your roof,
The sky a nasty green and purple.
Tornado Alley is taking everything you have for granted,
Then being scared when it’s threatened.
Tornado Alley is knowing tornadoes exist,
But being thankful that you’re not in San Francisco,
Or Hawaii, Florida, the coasts.
Tornado Alley is flat plains and wide open spaces,
Not being afraid of a storm,
But of what lurks when the beginning is over.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC
The teacher strike has been going on for 5 days. We can’t keep school out any longer without extra summer days. Mary Fallin has funded each student half a textbook and said teachers are asking for too much “like teenagers wanting a better car”. In this essay I will...
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
the wind roars
with patches of rain
covering cracked sidewalks
it was warm this spring morning
perfect for a picnic
or walking your hyper dog
but now the warmth is smothered by rain
and there's even a freeze warning tonight
so I guess
I'll be staying inside
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Kiss The Officer
Good luck. Duty calls
for which she is paid
in lone righteousness,
I'm afraid. Patrol
clean towns with sidewalks
Not To Be Slept On
while more sweet piglets
snort through the mundane,
saving for Swine Week.
North High wrestler:
baby molester.
All those wasted prayers.
Courage emerges
among the new ash
of my burning brain.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
dreamed that Current studio hired me
to design
a walkthrough of a ceiling-high,
openly grinning, paper mache pig's head:
the stable's entrance to tiny pens
packed with caged (paid)
human children
who passed out tiny buttons
enscribed with varying notes:
Please Help
They Did Not Ask Me
I Don't Want To Die
Can You Find My Mom?
I Can Do Math In My Head
Eat More Monkeys
Please Save Us
I Don't Want To Die
But it was an unpopular exhibit
The Oklahoman would not report it
The Gazette managed a story on page 9
Yet advertised Cane's Chicken on page 5
Rattlesnake Roundup is just a few weeks
away
And I have no clue how I could possibly
convey
The value of wild
life.
The degree of their
strife.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
i’m better off gone.
so far that i cannot connect
so far that i cannot find
my mind.
for in fact,
i am a wanderer,
adrenaline addict
drug fiend.
do not get my wrong when i say i am better off gone.
away and untamable.
drifting across the oklahoma wind,
just as violent and atrocious.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC
Lightning over Oklahoma
But I'm breathing the cold night air
As I ache from growing younger
I'd live forever to get there
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
They are a good team
They come in like a thunder
Storm they play with all their
Heart they go out like
A thunder storm
Oklahoma thunder
Oklahoma thunder
They might win some games
They might lose some games
But they are a wonderful team
Oklahoma thunder
Players play like a team they
Will always be my 2 favorite
NBA team my first favorite
NBA team are Denver nuggets
Oklahoma thunder
© Amanda Kay Hill
1/13/17
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
They are a awesome team
Oklahoma cowboys
Oklahoma cowboys
They are my 2 favorite
College foootball team
They might lose some
Games or wins some
Games but they will
Always be my 2 favorite
College football team my
First favorite collage football
Team is the Colorado state
University rams
© Amanda Kay Hill
12/20/16
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
I should be ******* sleeping
I have a trip tomorrow
But like the regretting *** that I am
I'm going to be in sorrow
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
Strong and sturdy, I made man to be
Trees of righteousness, in strength they will lead
With justice and truth the people are free
The sound of an ax, the fall of a tree
I send My Son with eyes to see
No trees but thorns, a whole hedge, He decreed
All twisted around, a crown made for me
Scoffing and laughing, my bride to be
The cedars have fallen, but wait there's a seed
A nation born in a day, hard to believe
I asked the blind man, what see you please?
"I see men walking, walking as trees"
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
The breeze blows lightly, brushing my face
Up through my hair, like fingers did trace
I thought of my love, with Jesus she stays
Now in the air, she stops and plays.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Believer?
What does that mean?
I live forever, it's not just a dream
My fears are released, now free to fly
What a relief I'm not going to die
Listen to ME, hear what I'VE said!
"I AM God of the living, not of the Dead"
There is no tomorrow, no yesterday
Your spirits immortal, fear goes away
Go take that plane ride, don't be so dull
Now you can live, life to the full
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
The blackened skies will send you warning
but you will never listen
The wind will scream a frightening story
but you will refuse to hear it
The falling rain will cry tears of agony as the sky opens up in pain
All the while you never imagined the sight unfolding on the plain
And with only your cameras, cars, and trucks you face the hand of God
To warn the world of what's to come, remembered and not forgot
Respect the fury of the sky; something we may never understand
To us Mother Nature is the universe;
To her we are but a grain of sand
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC