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Jul 2022 · 199
BOY (haiku)
Traci Sims Jul 2022
Some men prefer dolls.
Real women are too complex.
Dolls keep egos safe.
Jun 2022 · 343
NOOSE (A Political Haiku)
Traci Sims Jun 2022
Be careful, Donnie!
The noose you want for his neck.
Might go around yours.
#Insurrection Day Blues
Jun 2022 · 395
Traci Sims Jun 2022
Paradise sought,
Paradise down an alleyway,
Paradise by a fountain,
Your body is a fountain,
Under the lamplight,
Your body's a fountain.
Paradise down the alleyway,
Paradise against a brick wall,
Paradise in the ivy,
You're covered in ivy,
Under the streetlights,
You're covered in my ivy.
Paradise sought,
Paradise by the water,
Paradise gained,

Paradise denied.
Jun 2022 · 152
Traci Sims Jun 2022
Does but does not
Should but cannot
You threw it away
To gain mediocrity.
Jun 2022 · 131
Traci Sims Jun 2022
Luck led me to his mother,
A goddess who
kept him in a Ziploc bag,
"He's the Special One" she sighed
And reached in to rub his star-spangled head.
Visits on Thursdays,
My boy prince,
My young king,
wintry-eyed with hair
caressing his neck like a black snake,
His mouth thinned
from hours of runic recitation,
his eyes weary with remembering
forbidden knowledge
of an older time.
With my muse
and an old bloodhound
We'll tour the world
in an authentic 60's Volkswagen minivan
we stole from a hippy's backyard.
When night falls
and the fireflies stab the dark with flashing points of light,
We'll conjure archways dripping with roses
Our ******* rapturous
on sleeping bags stashed in the back.
Honey mead will flow as we solve riddles
and listen to the sounds of ol' Terra
creaking on her eternal foundation...
This came from a dream.
Jun 2022 · 97
Traci Sims Jun 2022
It was the Telemann, wasn't it?
The slow honeyed complaint of the violin produced those hot tears on your pale cheek,
While the cello brought forth the deep sweet pain of remembered love,
The recorder sighed with you as golden nights of wonder and romance were recalled, cherished, and banished to the ether once more,
And the harpsichord sparkled sadly as it observed your sobbing drooping form on the couch, its tinkling notes caressing you as it attempted to soothe and bring resolution and peace...
It's not your fault, Georg Phillip,
How could you know that
your shimmering masterwork
Would bring the piercing ache
of lost and unrequited love?

Georg Phillip Telemann was a contemporary of the Baroque period's greatest composer, J.S. Bach.  In his day, Telemann was actually considered to be the greater composer. His works are gorgeous, sensual, witty, and sublime. If you like classical, give him a try🎶🎵!
May 2022 · 229
COURAGE (haiku)
Traci Sims May 2022
Moving in silence,
Shadows part, leaving no trace,
A cat's ninth journey.
May 2022 · 132
Traci Sims May 2022
Replacement's a myth
Sold by those who crave power
Fear can make men ****.
To the memory of the ten who lost their lives in Buffalo, NY, May 14, 2022.
Traci Sims Apr 2022
My dear planet Mom:
You deserve our love and care.
You're our only home.
Apr 2022 · 205
Traci Sims Apr 2022
Somewhere in that
Angel's lair is my true
love, sleeping, waking,
Or maybe on his knees again,
Rosary-wrapped fist, his icy
Eyes staring straight ahead at Him hanging there,
The only man he truly adores,
The only one he'd give up
Love for, the only one
He allowed to brand his soul
With the image of
A sacred heart.

Yes, my true love is talking to the angels,
And letting them set the date.
Lost love.
Apr 2022 · 87
Traci Sims Apr 2022
I reached out to you
When I didn't know who or what I was,
And you gave me a piece of paper
that stated, "Redeem at your own risk".
Apr 2022 · 153
Traci Sims Apr 2022
I think, at the bottom of the pile,
is a list of all the things
I've learned to be afraid of...

And it all comes down to one
moment, one millisecond of traffic light red strobing deep into my terrified soul,
Pushing me forward into a sun so bright it burns like acid
And callously exposing me in all of my littleness
To the universe who looks over once and then ignores...

When I fell in love with life I did not know that one day it would lay in wait for me to pass by,
And then jump from behind to press
Itself into my open back
Slicing my core to ribbons,
And presenting me with the only truth there is:

"Nothing, absolutely nothing, is guaranteed."
They keep finding things.
Mar 2022 · 108
Shamrocks and Okra
Traci Sims Mar 2022
Kiss me, drink with me,
Ireland and Africa,
Truly, Black Irish😊!
Sons from Ireland found my African
ancestors appealing. Several unofficial marriages on the mother's side.

Hail, Ireland💚! Hail, Africa❤️!
Mar 2022 · 95
Traci Sims Mar 2022
Bend to me darling and feel my embrace,
I shall be your only lover--
Whether you like it or not.
They might try and divide us,
But I will not let that happen,
We are meant to be together.
We will always be together.
Your blood runs like poetry
It soothes my dark fever,
I will drink you with pleasure
And revive this dead soul. 
As I trample your green earth
I do not care if you run,
I will narrow your escape
So you run only to me.
Your screams and cries are the symphony
I composed with a gun,
I have waited so long
And I ache to conduct.
My chance has arrived,
I'm impatient, dear sweetheart,
No more blue, no more yellow,
But my own white and blue,
New born from old,
Red as blood, bound forever...
Before his Ukraine invasion, Vladimir Putin addressed its people, telling them "Whether you like it or not, TAKE IT, my darling." This quote was widely assumed to be a reference to a song about a person sexually assaulting a corpse.

Slava Ukraini.
Traci Sims Mar 2022
A hospital bombed...
But...Putin worships Christ, right?
At least he's not "woke".
To the memory of those, born and unborn, who lost their lives in Mariupol, Ukraine, March 8/9, 2022.
Traci Sims Feb 2022
Life rolled up at the gate
And reached out with
Arms like scythes,
Beckoning me forward
Its eyes dark and unknowing.
I thought I had time
and hung back, indecisive.
While the seat looked inviting,
I had reason for fear.
Then the Master of the Ride looked at me
And marched over to the lever
"Get in" he barked impatiently and the door banged shut like a bomb.
It is now time to use what I've learned
about big hills and wild curves:
Lean in, not away,
And see yourself victorious
At the summit.
I am terrified but I will fight the good fight.
Feb 2022 · 101
Traci Sims Feb 2022
Three ****** and it starts
An x-ray tells the story
The door to the tunnel has opened
I hope that this road has two paths
And not one.
Get a mammogram, ladies.
Feb 2022 · 290
Wicker Brain
Traci Sims Feb 2022
You set a match to my prairie grass mind,
And I quickly spark,
Rushing upwards
Like Burning Man.
Traci Sims Feb 2022
This land is my land,
Always been my land,
It is not your land,
Because it's my land.

From the redwood forests,
To the Gulf Stream waters,
This land's for those who look like me.
Oh, there will be more!
Feb 2022 · 77
Thought For The Day
Traci Sims Feb 2022
Using the n-word
24 separate times
in public spaces
doesn't show that you're hip.
Or even provocative.
It just shows
that you're an idiot.
But at least you're not a woke sellout.
Traci Sims Feb 2022
I sincerely
  Hope your
beautiful home
Is industrial-strength
Be careful about throwing rocks of what you think may be reason but are actually emotion. The wind has been known to change course.

Just sayin'.
Feb 2022 · 144
History (political haiku)
Traci Sims Feb 2022
Fourteen state-wide ban
One history is valid
Welcome back, Jim Crow.
While I understand that it is wrong  to teach that a group of people are "evil" and that the entire country is "flawed" due to this group's "evil nature", some serious questions have to be asked at this point:

1. Why should we blindly champion a history that celebrates near-genocide of one group of people, the enslavement of a second, and the marginalization of a third (Asians not being allowed to build or own housing).
2. Why have we reached a point in our collective history where we are afraid to bravely examine our past and use it as a way to understand our present and move towards a brilliant future?
3  When did "exceptionalism" come to define only one group's dreams and accomplishments and to hell with the rest?

Sorry, I can be silent no longer. And if Hello Poetry bans me, I will shout elsewhere. Let freedom ring!
Feb 2022 · 114
Traci Sims Feb 2022
You have betrayed me, dear body,
Greying my hair in bits and pieces,
Finally losing all sense of restraint,
And drowning my head (and elsewhere)
In an **** of winter delight.
You have caused me to sag, soften and yet stiffen
When I execute my new early morning ballet of groaning
And now, you have perhaps committed the greatest betrayal
of all by taking me
to the first basecamp of what will be the final summit.
If I could, I would trade you
Jan 2022 · 480
Chain Link Rage Machine
Traci Sims Jan 2022
Please gift me
Thor's powers, I really want to bounce a hammer off this person's skull now!

Jan 2022 · 112
End of A Friendship
Traci Sims Jan 2022
This time, I need to end it slowly...
Half-boot to full
And then...She's gone.

The curb awaits.
Dec 2021 · 116
Matching Pajamas
Traci Sims Dec 2021
It is everywhere this season,
Mother looks like father looks like
daughter looks like son.
As they gather around the holiday tree
Like escapees from corporate Whoville,
They sing songs to a baby
Who couldn't care less about Target.
Nov 2021 · 76
Uncle Sam's Dance Card
Traci Sims Nov 2021
Round and round we twirl
The government waltz begins
Bureaucracy *****.
#government agency #bureaucratic hell
Traci Sims Nov 2021
Which is worse, poets?
Harsh critiques or... apathy?
Public view is public.
Traci Sims Nov 2021
How did we miss it?
Big Bird's jab revealed his stance:
Feather-clad *****!
#SenatorCruz #GOPfakeoutrage #aviancancelculture
Oct 2021 · 80
1:38 am, October 3, 2021
Traci Sims Oct 2021
I write near the open window and feel
Early autumn's cool crisp gently passing over my neck and shoulders.
The neighbourhood saxophonist leans into
"Starry, Starry Night", caressing the darkness and my ears
with silky melancholic sweetness.
"If music be the food of love--Play on "
Oct 2021 · 217
October (haiku)
Traci Sims Oct 2021
October is here
Heat gives way to cool days
Autumn! What a treat!
Oct 2021 · 113
1970 (Satire)
Traci Sims Oct 2021
In hippie times
The solution to world problems was getting everyone on a remote mountain top
And pry off the caps
Of ice-cold Coca Colas.
While bottles were handed around everyone
lifted voices
And sang heartfelt prayers
For racial and religious harmony,
Seekers of world peace clasped outstretched hands and graced each other with knowing smiles
In recognition of shared humanity.
Somehow the Coke seemed to work,
And the darkness was held back--
At least for the length of a swallow.
I wonder what miracle soft drink is
Needed to solve the problems
Mankind faces nowadays?
#bell-bottom blues #1970
#Coca Cola marketing campaigns
Oct 2021 · 90
Traci Sims Oct 2021
Anxiety is sitting in your painful chair,
Sipping green tea and listening
to your reflection throw itself against a window over and over again.
I don't know why I enjoy feeling this bad
A participant to your ravenous
Maybe I am also hungry...
I unfriended someone today.
Oct 2021 · 161
Traci Sims Oct 2021
If I can shout at one end of the universe what is the wait time for a reply?
Squeezing through a time box of the infinite,
a smatter of silica and carbon might be the only way dreams can be dissolved...
Traci Sims Sep 2021
(This is a very old Spanish fairy tale that was told to me by my first Spanish teacher. It has lived in my heart since then and I am temporarily re-telling it in prose)

A sultan in Moorish Andalucia acquired a new bride, a beautiful young woman from the snowy far North, Scandinavia, in fact. The sultan was delighted with her gentle manners and exquisite looks, but grew concerned when he noticed that, day after day, she was discovered seated in one particular window that overlooked his garden behind the grand palace, the one with a view that took in the sierras. He asked one of her servants to inquire into her mistress's behaviour and learned that she was deeply depressed because she missed her home. A little annoyed but curious, the sultan approached his bride, determined to get to the bottom of the matter and change her demeanour.

"Why so melancholy, fair one?" he asked her and with a sweep of one jeweled hand indicated the magnificence of the room they currently occupied. "I have provided thee with many jewels and beautiful clothing, sweet perfumes and well-appointed chambers, such as these, where you can take your ease. What else must I do to bring a blush to your pale cheek?"

"Oh, my Lord," replied the maiden, "If you must understand, I am a maid from the far North, the land of snows and the Midnight Sun. Forgive me for my melancholy! I am grateful for your kindness and mercy but, quite simply, I wish I could look out this window and see only the cold white snow below! How my heart would rejoice for it would remind me of home!"

The sultan smiled because it was only the beginning of the summer. "Alas, fair one," he said and sighed, "That is impossible.
While there is snow in the distant mountains, we do never see it here in the valleys." And he reached out to touch his bride's soft cheek, saddened when tears flowed over his fingers. "But be of good cheer. I am the ruler of these lands and if we cannot go to the snows, then...I shall bring them here."

Several months went by and the princess became sadder and sadder to the point where she could no longer leave her bedchamber. And then, one crisp lovely late winter morning, the sultan's servants announced his entry into her bedroom. The sultan was shocked when he saw her, still beautiful but so thin and so pale. However, he was confident and urged her servants to dress her warmly and prepare her a chair. "My lovely one," he said to his bride, "I have something to show you. Come away with me. I think you will be pleased."

The sultan, his princess, and their retinue proceeded to the window where she had previously sat, the window looking over the garden, the one with the view of the sierras. And, lo! Everyone but the sultan gasped when the hangings were pulled aside to reveal a garden filled with...snow.

But it wasn't snow.

The garden was filled with almond tress, thousands upon thousands of almond trees as far as the eye could see, each almond tree bursting with life, each tree laden with fragile white flowers.

Do I need to say that the princess was stunned by her husband's loving gesture and that she recovered immediately?

As you expect, they lived happily ever after and every year, the princess had her beloved "snow".

The End.
If anyone knows where I can find the original poem, please leave me a message. thanks.
Aug 2021 · 331
Anti-Vaxxers (haiku)
Traci Sims Aug 2021
What you call freedom
Is the right to self-ruin
Don't let me stop you.
Aug 2021 · 184
Size Does Matter (haiku)
Traci Sims Aug 2021
Big egos dream big
Yachts no longer speak of wealth
Billionaires in space.
Jul 2021 · 92
The Cut-Down Girl
Traci Sims Jul 2021
They pronounced her DOA,
Dusk and Dawn bore witness to the assault,
She was mature, fit, yet troubled,
He, a young lion, but morally lost,
Her duty was to protect someone's property,
Yet her own property was senselessly destroyed.
This is to the memory of security guard, Denise Smith, who lost her life, July 17, 2021, while she was in the act of making her final rounds before ending her shift and leaving for the morning. Her body was discovered, July 18, by her relief. Tacoma police caught and arrested her assailant, July 18, 2021. He was 26 years old. She was 41.
I worked with her on another site. I have a lot of questions that will probably remain unanswered.
Jul 2021 · 84
Traci Sims Jul 2021
In the blink of the Eye
We will become nothing more
Than the dust beneath our feet,
Our collective thoughts and ideas
Smoke- borne into the furthest
Reaches of the expanding universe...
Who knows the entity that sees these plumes
And deciphers our record,
The amazing yet predictable story of the Rise and Fall of Mankind?
Climate change is real, folks.
Jun 2021 · 466
Traci Sims Jun 2021
Even in my dreams
I am not me...
But am instead a figment of someone else's
Ideals and aspirations...
Apr 2021 · 79
Diving Bell
Traci Sims Apr 2021
Your words flashed
And my skin turned to cinders.
But I heard rain outside,
And put on my flippers,
Diving deep down,
Into the nearest puddle,
Your face turned liquid
As I seek absolution.
Bad argument with a good friend.
Traci Sims Jan 2021
A call to rebel
From the top, is no call.
It is sedition.
I have not had time to get out a proper poem expressing my horror over the events of yesterday in Washington, D.C. I have read the "freedom fighters" justification for their actions. They need to simply look up three words: "Sedition"
Only then will they understand what they really did.
Let us not forget this, America.
Dec 2020 · 264
Blue Thursday
Traci Sims Dec 2020
Life can be like the Sahara in August
When water becomes an urgent issue
And the oasis is another day away...
Dec 2020 · 109
A Year To Remember (haiku)
Traci Sims Dec 2020
The year is now done.
I say with sincerity:
"**** 2020".
Dec 2020 · 89
Traci Sims Dec 2020
I am a human squirrel
snugged away in my seventh floor cave.
Gazing out over the leafless trees
I watch the sky slowly turn scarlet and purple
As early evening steals over the city.
As I sip my hot chocolate,
I smile with bone-deep satisfaction--
The chicken is roasting,
The rice bubbles away merrily in its cooker,
Winter is here.
And my home smells good.
There's no place like home.
Traci Sims Nov 2020
Five people only
I have one wife, four children...
One child eats outside.
A gentle joke shared between me and one of my Afghani coworkers.
Nov 2020 · 111
Gunshy (Panic)
Traci Sims Nov 2020
He drove up from Federal Way
South of Seattle.
I did not ask him.
But he did it anyway.
His intent is to be"my future husband".
I should be ecstatic.
I do not want it.
But he wants it anyway.
I would be his dream wife.
How lucky I would be!
If only I'd stop thinking.
I disagree with him.
But I don't matter anyway.
Nov 2020 · 214
Traci Sims Nov 2020
the edges of my hatred for you had grown ragged
and i realized it was time to file them down,
i picked up the whetstone of contempt and weighed it carefully,
its blunt smoothness removing me to a higher plane,
And i smiled as i placed it on the table,
My pleasure almost obscene
As i slowly dragged the edge of disgust
across its surface, enhancing and restoring the original shine...
I think we've all felt this at one time or another...
Traci Sims Nov 2020
Poets are more disciplined
Than paper soldiers
could ever imagine.
Not the best of weeks, fellow poets.
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