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Traci Sims May 2017
To write a sonnet doth Juana press me,
I've never found me in such stress or pain;
A sonnet numbers fourteen lines, 'tis plain,
And three are gone, ere I can say, God bless me!
I thought that spinning rhymes might sore oppress me,
Yet here I'm midway in the last quatrain;
And if the foremost tercet I can gain,
The quatrains need not any more distress me.
To the first tercet I have got at last,
And travel through it with such right good will,
That with this line I've finished it, I ween;
I'm in the second now, and see how fast
The thirteenth line runs tripping from my quill;
Hurrah, 'tis done! Count if there be fourteen!
From Lope de Vega's "Nina de Plata".

One of my all-time favourite sonnets from a prolific Spanish poet/playwright.
1.4k · Oct 2020
Alice and the Caterpillar
Traci Sims Oct 2020
**** it, did you just light your hookah?
I was hoping to have a cozy chat about the world of the Red Queen
Not the Mary Jane land you think to lead me into
where you live out your lust-filled dreams,
I was hoping for a little bit of tea
and gossip,
just as we used to when we were younger and unknown
I don't want to sit on the wet grass while you boast about your brain size
--Or other measurements--
the talk always ends up
with you under the mushroom,
giggling like a hyena,
and me just standing there,
tapping my slippered foot in disgust.
There is nothing ruder than a friend getting high while you're in the middle of a pleasant chat about nothing!
1.2k · Oct 2020
Samhain
Traci Sims Oct 2020
Walking up the rickety stairs,
Patchouli and cigarette smoke
combat for supremacy
Before I even reach the door,
and I step through to see
The everyday undead scattered on the thick carpet like so many corpses blown out of Wednesday Addams' haunted dollhouse.

Maybe it wasn't wise to come.

A cd player informs me that, indeed,
Bela Lugosi's dead,
And I cautiously move into the living room.
Ruby lips and ivory faces emerge from the gloom,
Incurious glances marking my progress
As an acolyte guides me to the Queen of the festivities
Holding court in a corner of the living room.
Her waist-length silver-gilt hair and damp skin like fresh camellias gleam in the candlelight,
A studded black goblet brimming with Jack Daniels
Is handed to her,
A token of homage she eagerly welcomes
   while nodding me forward.
Whispers behind me tell her story,
Of how she's seen a thing or two in her time,
And why her flat stare and Theda Bara smile give glimpses of her bottomless occult wisdom.
As her slim fingers play with a knotted black necklace,
She considers me long before finally declaring,
--"My God, you're an old soul"--
And she pats the cushion next to her,
An invitation to drink deep and close of her dark knowledge.
A cup of something unknown is pressed into my hand
and I sip, hanging onto every arcane word she utters.
Night slowly fades into dawn
and I wake cold and stiff from a kitchen floor sleep
only to see the Queen buttoning the cuffs on her white poplin shirt.
Smoothing her tweed skirt, she steps into her pumps,
Grips her cup of coffee,
And with a cheery wave, leaves for work.
Happy Hallowe'en, everyone!
1.2k · May 2017
Freewrite
Traci Sims May 2017
Chinese bells red tassels
scarlet swaying winds
Mongolian warriors on horseback
leather gauntlet falcons
grip with strong talons
Face-bent good and hot
Cheese curds steaming
in the cold winter night
on the mountain snow-covered
steppes step back front
door and took out to the
horizon horses drive towards
the mud and centre of our camp
Young girls wrestle in embroidered boots
helmets on lacquered heads black
as satin and moth wings...
This was part of a freewriting exercise...Set the timer for five minutes and start writing...Good luck!
Traci Sims Apr 2022
My dear planet Mom:
You deserve our love and care.
You're our only home.
Traci Sims Nov 2021
Which is worse, poets?
Harsh critiques or... apathy?
Public view is public.
713 · Apr 2017
The Age of Desire--Part One
Traci Sims Apr 2017
Oh, I love love love you
Tragick-ally, forever-ly, romanti-kally,
And I am...STUPID...with desire...
Whoever said that age would bring peace and wisdom
When I gaze into your blue eyes and know the truth of the matter?
703 · May 2017
Rubato
Traci Sims May 2017
We were scaling Mount Si
when a cloud rolled in so thick
we had to wipe the mist from our faces.
Our shadows, already growing longer,
disappeared entirely
and the time we measured
by the burning in our legs
and the shortness of our breath
seemed to go with them.
Light no longer came just from above,
it was all around us, equally,
and it was then that I thought part of us
would never return and that moment
would never end, when you gasped
and whispered, LOOK,
your arm outstretched,
and there floating out of the fog
was a ghost, and then a shadow,
and finally stepping onto the rocks
as new as creation itself,
a beautiful, white ram.

From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
558 · May 2017
The Silver Chain
Traci Sims May 2017
Green grass, silver chain,
a low, slate sky waiting to rain.
My Golden Retriever finishes her yawn,
sits up, and takes off like a shot
towards the far end of the lawn.
In one, long wave the fine mesh links
are played out until the line yanks taut.
The dog never learns. My heart sinks.

From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
A wonderful writer and good friend of mine. Hope you like it!
554 · May 2017
POEMS IN THE DARK II
Traci Sims May 2017
Love Is A Forest

Love is the dark path,
the trip through the midnight forest.
Love is the hoot-owl sounding its warning,
the thin, keening cry of the bean sidhe
as she flees along the leafy floor.
Love is the ceaseless soughing of the moonless wind,
And the desperate, dreadful shriek
As the trap snaps shut...
547 · Jul 2018
HOWL
Traci Sims Jul 2018
tears sting the corners of my eyes
you wrote me a *****-slap
and wanted me to "get real"
well...here it is...

i speak in two languages daily
and learned how to negotiate the world of the absurd
you only needed to learn one to survive
and you obviously did that well
enough to feel that you have the god-given right to point your
snow-white fingers at the rest of us and shake your head in pity

*******.
498 · May 2017
Ego et Ego after Bob Dylan
Traci Sims May 2017
Tantum tempus temporis
quoniam aliena femina in meo cubiculo dormivit;
ecce illi quantum dulce somnus est.
Quanta etiam libera somnia sunt.
In alia aetate mundum certe rexit
vel optimo regi in matrimonio fideliter ducta est
qui iuxtus flumen psalmos luce lunae scripsit.

**** me iri foras egressum et spatiatum
Nihil occurit hic, nihil umquam fit.
Praeterea si incedat iam volat me narrare;
habeo nihil, praecipue erga quicquid erat.

Viam cepi aviam
qua celeres non superant;
dignis praemia sunt
qui verbum veritatis distinguere possunt.
Hospes solus me docere potuit
praeclaram orem iustitiae contemplari
et videre oculum pro oculo, et dentem pro dente.

Nisi duo homines in mansionem,
Est nullus in viso; verem exspectant,
proinde quasi ver plaustro accederet.
Mundus deleretur ea nocte
sed meae amicae aequum esset;
illa meo cubiculo dormiret *** revenirem.

Meridiano me promoveo
adhuc in obscura parte viae;
in angustos corruere
et constans manere non possum.
Alius mea ore dicit
sed solum meo animo audit,
calcas omnibus etiam tibi feci
quibus tamen careo.

Ego et ego
In creatione quo ingenium alicuius
nec alicui ignoscit nec excolit.
Ego et ego
unus alteri dicit nullus et videre
imaginem meum et vivere possit.

From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
For Lovers of the Latin language...
495 · Oct 2020
Gemini Moon
Traci Sims Oct 2020
Sometimes I'm rain when I appear sunny,
Grey when I 'm actually blue,
My ups moving towards downs,
Inner turbulence masked with a smile.
I'm eternally aware of the butterflies,
Circling my seeking mind,
Scary-fascinated when hell
breaks loose,
And the butterflies dance towards freedom...
480 · Jan 2022
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!

rage.
457 · Jun 2021
Ribbon
Traci Sims Jun 2021
Even in my dreams
I am not me...
But am instead a figment of someone else's
Ideals and aspirations...
447 · Oct 2020
Eleanor Rigby Revisited
Traci Sims Oct 2020
And so he sat next to me,
his bloodhound pacing the bus floor,
Round and round in a tight circle,
before settling at our feet.
Sadness hung on the young man
like a soggy blanket,
And my
observation, sharpened by intuition
led me to venture...
"It's cold out tonight."
He startled and smiled: "Why yes, yes it is".

(What do we do for the downtrodden?)

"Is this the bus to Capitol Hill?
I'm going to buy groceries,
my boy here is hungry  and I hope one is still open".
I looked at him closely
"No, this one goes to Queen Anne,
everything's closed for the evening.
Maybe I'm wrong,
I don't think you're okay,
Somehow I know
you're not telling the truth".

He sighed and shrank into himself,
"You guessed right-- I am homeless,
On the streets for a year now.
Me and my buddy,
with no end in sight".

(What do we do for the downtrodden?)

"They took all my things
when my car was broke into,
My entire world shattered with the blow of a hammer,
But at least I've got him,
and he glanced towards his companion,
I'll find a warm vent,
and we'll sit there til morning."

Bartell's was still open
and I opened my wallet,
Some soup, of course, dog food,
roast beef hash and hot tea,
"Please find a good doctor, there are many to help you,
I can tell that you're suffering, give you and buddy a new life."
He thanked me and with a whistle
called the bloodhound to him,
They turned right towards Lake Union,
Fading into the night.

(What do we do for the downtrodden?)
This is a true story that I experienced 10/23/20.
Inspirational Music:"Eleanor Rigby"--The Beatles
Traci Sims Nov 2020
Count them, count them all...
Send a message to fat cats
Some things aren't for sale.
I think this is self-explanatory
387 · Jun 2022
PARADISE
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.
#GertrudeStein
#DeeperWell
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 Sep 2019
A whistle blew
The orange squeezed cherries
Will orange-juice be made?
Cherries are one of the national fruits of the Ukraine
Traci Sims Jun 2017
Say my love is easy had,
Say I'm bitten raw with pride,
Say I am too often sad--
Still behold me at your side.

Say I'm neither brave nor young,
Say I woo and coddle care.
Say the devil touched my tongue--

Still you have my heart to wear.

But say my verses do not scan,
And I get me another man!
True this...
Traci Sims Jun 2017
I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at earnest, simple folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.

I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me anymore.

I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men--
I'm due to fall in love again.
Ah, Dorothy!
338 · Jun 2022
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
Traci Sims Sep 2019
"Love is nothing but a biological transaction," you yelled at me and we fought anew over the perfidies of the male ***.
Initially dismayed, I soon understood that
As a girl, you saw your father break your mother,
Her will over the years fusing with his own
As she became shadow,
And then sickly ghost,
Her lucky marriage effectively erasing the stain of her Jewish birth--
As oh so Catholic Daddy
proudly told his friends and relatives.
And even though you tried to fight Daddy's self-importance,
He was always there behind you, squeezing you between his fists,
molding you, as he imitated his god creating Eve,
Casting you into his own perfect image of chaste and chastened womanhood.
And when your mother decided to permanently leave,
Daddy forbade you to miss her,
Celebrating, instead, his own resurrection with a new project and a new wife.
Twice.
You thought you could resist,
But Daddy's benevolent advice
about your plain face and lumpy body wormed into your fragile psyche and
cracked you in two, leaving you raving and disjointed.
Daddy eventually joined his sky-Father
And you wept, vowing to forget and remember his legacy.
And now you live, addled and alone,
A basket of pills on your dresser,
Fanatically frustrated yet terrified of a man's  touch,
Angry yet wishing Daddy was here to save you.
And as the years passed and your friends married and divorced, you
convinced yourself that you had
escaped a woman's fate , not
realizing that you had offered up your own heart and soul  years ago as a suitable offering to His eternal memory.

Yes, Daddy made ****** sure there would be no following act.
This is the story of a real person. Everything I wrote about her father is something she told me actually happened to her and her family. It is a modern American horror story.
332 · May 2017
POEMS IN THE DARK III
Traci Sims May 2017
Fragment I

So long ago, so long ago,
You are just the bones of memory now,
Yet your influence remains in every gesture,
every glance of all the hims I've come to know.
Like a Cheshire cat bound for Hell,
You lie in wait behind unconscious eyes,
Watching and waiting--with a knowing smile...
First loves last forever...
331 · Aug 2021
Anti-Vaxxers (haiku)
Traci Sims Aug 2021
What you call freedom
Is the right to self-ruin
Don't let me stop you.
328 · Oct 2020
Muse
Traci Sims Oct 2020
My muse is fickle at times,
Nagging me when I'm busy
Doing the real world,
Taking a bubble bath when I need her most...
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"
"Revolution"
"Coup"
Only then will they understand what they really did.
Let us not forget this, America.
308 · May 2017
The Chinese Curse Fulfilled
Traci Sims May 2017
How did we get here?
The White House in chaos
We watch, stupified.
The curse is "May you live in interesting times..."
307 · Oct 2020
Ladykiller
Traci Sims Oct 2020
It takes a fair amount of confidence
and a good-sized ego,
To drop the line and coolly walk away,
Certain that she will take the bait...
I refuse to take the bait, sir.
294 · May 2020
Mike and Don Find The Cure
Traci Sims May 2020
"Mike, I need a cure--
"Everyone says Clorox works..."
"Sir, you try it first."
291 · Nov 2020
One Size Does Not Fit All
Traci Sims Nov 2020
Sometimes I'm not sure
These love robes can be quite snug
I need a tailor.
290 · Feb 2022
Wicker Brain
Traci Sims Feb 2022
You set a match to my prairie grass mind,
And I quickly spark,
Rushing upwards
Like Burning Man.
282 · Sep 2019
Seattle 2019
Traci Sims Sep 2019
Someone once said
that if you stop clapping
the fairies will die,
and Neverland will grow barren,
the sylvan glades and parks
dried up and overrun
with Arizona tumbleweeds...
Swan men and swan women
will shrink into human form
and spend their lives toiling without end,
their troubled dreams filled with remembered places of evergreen-sheltered lakes and ponds
shimmering in a landscape
long ago and far away...
Climate change and Amazon come to Seattle. It is profound.
Traci Sims Jun 2017
If I had a shiny gun
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains

Or had I some poison gas
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.

But I have no legal weapon--
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.
One of my favourite wits of all time.
264 · Dec 2020
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...
263 · May 2017
Under The Overpass
Traci Sims May 2017
Fifty feet above, the steady whir
of traffic and the slur of rubber
on asphalt sounds like a river.

On calm nights I can look down
at Lake Union and see the lights
of the city reflected in dark water.

No stars. Heaven here is I-5,
north to Canada, south to Mexico,
but below, as in an empty cathedral

filled with broken bottles,
random car parts, and old newspapers,
I lie here and breathe gas.

Some day these pillars will fall,
but listening to a river tonight
I'll sleep well under the overpass.

From "Bird's Nest In Your Hair" by Brian Jobe
Traci Sims Jul 2020
Chorus
And here's to you, Tucker Carlson
I loathe you more than you will ever know,
Please, please go.
What's that response, Tucker Carlson?
I'm a snowflake and I'm
Probably gay,
Hey, hey, hey...
Hey, hey, hey...

l.
I'd like to find the idiot
Who gave you your own show
Which *** was firmly kissed to get your job?
Roger Ailes is probably laughing from his couch in Hell,
He never dreamed that FOX could sink this low.

And now look at you, Tucker Carlson,
Ratings climbing higher every day,
(Sad to say),
Keep telling lies, Tucker Carlson,
You'll be president if they get their way,
Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey.

ll.
Remember when Jon Stewart took you down?
It was at a "Crossfire" debate
It was epic, you got canceled,
That was just the start,
Everything you touch is second-rate.

Where have you gone, Bill O'Reilly?
The "No-Spin Zone" is calling out to you,
(Boo hoo hoo).
What's that again, Tucker Carlson?
Bill's a perv and you are here to stay,
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey.
This was fun (And hard) to write! plus, this poem only makes sense if you know:
Who Simon and Garfunkel are
Who Tucker Carlson is
What FOX news stands for
But I hope you read it anyway! Cheers!
242 · Apr 2017
Three Seattle Haiku
Traci Sims Apr 2017
Bumper to bumper
Queen Anne on a Friday night
I'll get home sometime!

2.  Oh, this endless rain!
Summer will need to be dry
I'm becoming moss

3.  Steam rises softly
My barista is a god
Jet City morning
227 · Feb 2018
Haiku For People In A Hurry
Traci Sims Feb 2018
I see you wrote me
    And I will try to reply
    Please... take a number

2. Love me NOW, ******!
    I can only wait so long
    Another beckons.
214 · Nov 2020
Hatred
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...
205 · Apr 2022
To--
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.
203 · Oct 2021
October (haiku)
Traci Sims Oct 2021
October is here
Heat gives way to cool days
Autumn! What a treat!
200 · May 2022
COURAGE (haiku)
Traci Sims May 2022
Moving in silence,
Shadows part, leaving no trace,
A cat's ninth journey.
196 · Jul 2022
BOY (haiku)
Traci Sims Jul 2022
Some men prefer dolls.
Real women are too complex.
Dolls keep egos safe.
196 · Oct 2020
Heavy
Traci Sims Oct 2020
Eyes laser lock into mine
Broad white hands grip my hips
and like lion like wolf like the night
I'm pulled onto your aching mouth
Violent with longing I dance with and against you
While the air crackling wet and hot
moves around us with the sharp smell of fevered impatience.
Our searching fingers ****** into each other's hair,
My curls spiraling your ear like a witch's vise,
yours dark-straight and otter-slick,
daggering and slicing my open skin.
The brine from your forehead oceans me
As you pour yourself into every pore of my body
seeking the source, seeking infinity,
and I'm tasting you, wanting you,  
my senses overwhelmed by your driving desire,
Every synapse is pin point and I'm dangerous as I try to hold onto this massiveness this urgency to burn and meld with you as we fling ourselves into the abyss of a dying sun and shatter into a million fragments...
Inspirational music: "The Plan"--Nada Surf

Inspirational thought:  "There's no *** in your violence."--Everything Zen, Bush
184 · Aug 2021
Size Does Matter (haiku)
Traci Sims Aug 2021
Big egos dream big
Yachts no longer speak of wealth
Billionaires in space.
180 · Nov 2020
Perfect Conditions (haiku)
Traci Sims Nov 2020
Nightfall on the Sound,
Houselights come on one, two, three...
At last! I can write.
161 · Oct 2021
Starchild
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...
Quantum.
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