"maters" poems
This is for people who are "overweight"
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Got up today,
made myself some breakfast.
Got in the shower
Looked at my body,
Saw what everyone else sees.
My belly is too big,
I tell myself
"I'm ugly"
I cry a little inside.
I put on my shirt
saw the XL on the tag.
I went to school,
watched people look at me.
Its not fair you know.
I am unable to exercise,
my asthma has almost taken my life from doing so
twice
I wish people would see
my pants size represents my heart,
not your superiority.
If I wear a size 27,
my heart is 27,
and you where a size two.........
I wish people would look at my eyes,
not at my waist,
and look at who I am,
not what I look like.
I am a great person,
I do not like being called fat.
Fantastic,
Awesome ,
Terrific
person,
is who I am
I am not fat,
I am human.
Respect me.
Despite what you think,
I can kiss
I can love
I can feel
I am a person,
who has desires.
I am not fat,
No
I am a person.
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No one is overweight.
That is not what maters.
People need to open their mind
before their mouth.
So many magazines exploit people,
society being the same.
People judge others
by what they look like.
That is so ******
Love the person for who they are
and NOT by what they look like
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
Please, read this with the thickest southern accent you've ever heard. It's my language. It's my home...
Hee Haws on the TV
Chicken's fryin' in cast iron skillets
Taters and maters scent mama's clothes
no AC
Papaws in the bacca field
Granny's sippin' on sweet tea
The law stopped comin' here they say,
Back in '23
The fruit's ripe for pickin
daddy did that last week
He said the Apple brandy
Tasted perfect,
bitter sweet
The moonshine makers meet
When the crickets sing at night
they pass around mason jars
'neath the moon
and southern stars
The wine stays burried till fall
muskadine,
other than strawberry
the very best kind
The yanks
buy it up
Its funny to watch 'em
they can't handle their stuff
The Demory Mart stays busy
oh Lord it's so much fun!
When the moonshiners play pool,
till the rising of the sun
Momma don't like it,
Lord she gets so mad!
But she puts my church shoes on me
and I know she still loves dad
But now the still's turned green
as copper always does
There are no moonshiners left
Time has passed, just 'cause
Papaw's gone
the fields have grown up
there are no moonshiners left
it's all store bought, mason jars
have turned to cups
Demory Mart is Yankee owned
the church has indoor plumbing
But late at night, I hear the banjo's
and the stills, copper humming....
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC
don't belittle me this.
why a kiss with a fist?
"cuz he loves me", as if.
"its with passion he hits"
sure to keep you on his.
"why do you care of it"
because I care of you.
"all you want is a *****
then why have I spent these years waiting for you?
knowing full well id be tainted by you?
the act you assume of me binds me to you.
I'm a pacifist willing to take pain from you.
"hes all that I need"
you need only to bled?
hes no job, your the funds.
hes a slob, cleaning fun?
hes a cheat, gave you ******
yet you defend him on all these.
........"but I love him."
is that all that maters?, no surely....
"it is and that's that!!!!"
may I use the term brat?
"you may is that all?"
sure lets **** tell we fall....
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 3:15 PM UTC
A well worn path in the grass
A permanent smudge on the bell
Both put there by U.P.S.
Bringing me more of which I delve
Whether Infomercial or Shopping channel
Maters not they're both the same
I have both they're 800 numbers
They have both my number and name
My family thinks I have a problem
It's plain to me they don't understand
Shopping and T.V...the best of worlds
With remote grasped firmly in hand
And the deals, why they keep on coming
3 easy payments are done in a snap
I might have a bit of a habit
But it's not like I'm addicted to crack
Of course I only purchase what's needed
Though every so often I do have to splurge
But only if the object is shinny
On that you do have my word
Now if you'll pardon me, here's a new item
And they're getting ready to spill the deal
By the way, I'm also expecting a package
Would you kindly listen out for the bell
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
Deep in the desert where no one can see
Is a laboratory named "Area 143."
Like Area 51, it runs government tests
But not about aliens (though that's a good guess).
These facilities created, over the years,
A watch that would stop when your soulmate was near.
From your moment of birth, it would start to count down
To the exact moment when your soulmate was found.
For a while it worked, and all was well.
But a rise in divorce rang the warning bell.
For the watch could not predict that you'd love your mate,
Just someone that you could potentially date.
The CEO of Area 143
Tore his beard out and yelled, "This cannot be!"
He recalled all the watches and then packed them away
To a secret location, where they hide to this day.
But he did not know that other watchmakers
Had stolen the plans for these botched "soul-maters"
Today these copies are still for sale
Some think they do work, from school to jail.
So if you ever meet someone and you see your watch stop
You might have purchased one of these matchmaking flops.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
FWD: Guardian Of The Light
Soul Glows Goes Below
Behold Darkest Night
Perception Surpassing Depths
Humans Mention
I Am Adept
Ascending Threw New Dimensions
I Understand I Just Do
I Am Just Me
Trust Me Your Just You
Souls With Special Power
Universal Timing
Alining The Perfect Hour
Rituals To Share Respect
There Is No Tear In Wear
When Im Here Or There
And Adress The Threats
Im Here On Earth To
It Hurts The Worst Of Course
What The Heck
Im Burining In Flames
That Strain Amazing
Gazing In Just A Sec
Secrue WHEN Im Near
The Oppisite ***
Im Too Awesome To Rest
My Dreams Are Life And Death
I Feel Nervous
Breakin Pools Of Sweat
I Pull Through Like Maters Do
Till Wings Grew
And There Is Nothing Left
That I Can Give
Or Recieve Like No More Breathe
I Came To Earth
To Transcend I Past The Test
Theres A Star Some Way Out West
That Reflects The East
I Be At 4 Directs
Gazing At The Sunset
Im The Water Baier
That Can Get The Sun Wet
Magik Fairy Dust
Is What My Ashes ArE
Came From Far Away
Past The Stars
I Hold Romance
& Soul Hands
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
I think somewhere, on the highways of my mind,
there was a car crash, little thoughts colliding,
soft shrapnel exploding. And on the way to fixing things,
a police-car flipped
and sank, taking all my thought-power
and devoting it to the futility
of thinking of you. The sirens underwater
are blaring and drowning out everything else
through sheer power, strength of only
mind over all that really maters, and thoughts about
you are the siren, alluring in lies, only
sirens underwater, loud but blurred, giving off glints of light
as bright as the air I need clear of your
sweetness that is entirely out of place in
the labrynthine twists of my head.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
As fog covered my outside landscape I sat,
relaxing and aligning with poetic ideas
to scribe at later date.
The air was warm, as a faint scent of lavender entered nostrils. My human eyes couldn't make out anything more than a shadow but; my inner senses knew I wasn’t alone.
The being whispered adding fog to the room. With deepen breath it now made sense of my visitor recalling my art background. Remembering, my prayer just days earlier how I longed for a great maters of art to flow through me.
As moments passed, the blur became more distinct. There he stood before me adorned with painters hat and smock. With a smile as he held up a brush and made like he was painting my form.
I giggled with air of breeze. My third eye exploded with an image of Monet. He began to fill my mind with picturesque visions.
Flowers entered my eyes as I felt a creative power serge.
Fields of afternoon strollers adorned with paroles entered mind. And birds rustled in trees, as a flowing brook traveled within.
More scenes manifested. I could almost taste the sweet air running down my throat. When I was filled to capacity, he stopped and I understood. He was providing me with fuel for thought. Scenes to transcribe into poetic jargon.
As he bowed, and I whispered gratitude, he disappeared. I was again alone with my keyboard, dancing hands and vivid imagination tweaked with his talented light.
I now was ready to create on canvas screen and of course my new curator of verse, Monet.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
My brother's wife is dying,
diagnosed three months
prior to my spouse
they have had almost
three years.
I am happy to have been first,
for now I know how to be
that older brother
never there for him before.
It is peaceful on the farm
the cycles present themselves
as nature instructs,
together they bury the beloved
in the garden.
My dear ones fashion markers from
bark, agates, photographs
and feelings.
I watched them laugh
in the heat of the brutal
southern summer
hosing each other cool
naked as jays in their fifties,
humor comes without
a date of expiration.
My brother is the family
genealogist, he knows every
detail of our heritage,
knows his black neighbor
is our relative,
when they fish they are uncle
and cousin.
Laura prepares them sandwiches
from the garden, curses the raccoons
for eating all but the last tomatoes,
she slathers them with mayo
for the boys on the plantation's
levy.
Bob takes her for chemo at 6am
all year long.
They read each copy of Prism
in the cubicle
while Laura is tethered,
making mental notes
of my perceptions
for accuracy.
Soon I will get the call
I will be up even though
it is 2am.
What we say to one another
will be private but only for
a time.
Life is designed to be shared,
it is not a secret hell
to be endured.
We will likely walk again
on the rich soil Laura
called "Green Acres."
He will see her planting
cukes and maters in spring
grateful for the strength
of wreckless youth
which drove her from the Bronx
at 17 determined not to be
the butterfly of New York class
with all its dreadful
opportunities.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
Mater wouldn't bother if bother didn't mater so if you bother to mater then I will bother with you😊
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
The leafs have fallen, it deserts his maters side, with no sign of a tear or no hint of goodbye. You the naked tree you bare the image of a mirror, as I gaze at your wilting body, the world that slowly deserts him as he slowly decays into another winter slumber. Leafs desert him as people do me, oh lonesome tree of this world can't you see? That we are alike, we could almost be kin. Mother Nature inflicts this upon you.. Mother Natures sin. They leave you when you are ugly but re grow in your prime, they only come back to you to feel the warmth of our sunshine. Lonesome tree, tree like me, do you dream of far away places? Do you dream of the sea? Do you dream of other trees? Do you dream of the sun? Then look back on reality and witness what you've become? Alone and lonely, deserted by all, they miss you when your gone, they'll miss you when you fall.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
We are
So
Very
Far away.
In maters of miles.
But
With you.
I've never
Been closer
In matters
of heart.
May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
My opinion maters
Because I choose to make it so.
I may be just one human being
On this planet
Therefore only getting a small pull,
But **** me straight to hell
If I ever pass on the opportunity
To stand up for what I believe.
And I believe I've had enough.
I believe I can make tomorrow
A better day
For you.
I believe in the influence of power
And the power of one.
My opinion maters
because I choose to make it so.
What do you believe?
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
I acted.
Harshly,
'Tis true.
But is that all that maters,
When one judges an action.
I let go.
Wrongly,
Of my control.
But is that all that maters,
When one judges an action.
When an intention is sincere,
And an action wrong,
While others condemn both.
What matters.
When one judges an action.
Ay, the action was wrong,
But what of those who condemn for their own benefit.
Is it right to contend their words,
Or should I bare,
For wrong action done.
How does one judge oneself,
When no standard holds.
When,
Nor your mind,
Nor others' mind
Gives you anything to stand on.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
It's been a month we're together now ,
You ask me every day what do i tell you the 17
and the answer it always be the same
be with me and the next month i'll tell you
but I already say it before
and you don't hear it like you want
i swear my dear , I whisper it
every morning with a kiss
every evening with a caress
every night with a hug
in your ear : i'll be always with you , and i love you, forever and ever no matter what it takes no maters what it cause , i'll love you
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC
Who are they to speak of deliverance
When they live the life of a hypocrite
Poor man, rich man, what's the difference
They come from the same pool of relentless waters
Maters their on destiny, they just pretend
Life is getting what they need, what they crave
Dragging down whoever in a mist of their inflicted shame
Lining their lies to get what they came for
Sensation of the getting over you for them
A overwhelming feeling of ******* over someone
They always seen to never run out of hurt
So the cycle is never ending to get what they want
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Look, its not my fault.
I want to cry,
She woud give me jobs,
But no chance to try.
Christmas is always
The death of me.
To make maters worse,
They never let me be.
Today I met a guy,
Who fell in love
With me, but I dont
Care I wanna die above.
People keep saying
If I were to die
That they would only
Be able to cry.
They say I am pretty,
Some think I am sweet,
Others say I'm the devil
Cause they cant take the heat.
Whatever choice is yours
Get me out of here.
Dont tell me its death
That I should really fear.
Let Christmas come and go,
Tell me its love or hate.
But you cant make me stop,
For that its far too late.
I'll drown in these painful
Tears and poison my soul.
Cause I am done with
Sitting for life to take a toll.
Thank you Christmas,
For finally taking it away.
I really dont think
That I could last another day.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
I love the way how the sunlight pirouettes on your fair skin. Dancing on a melody of your slow breathing. I wonder what you're dreaming of? I wonder if it's me? despite all that, I don't really care. All that maters is, I'm in this moment, Basking in the morning sun, just laying here anticipating the next thing you'd say
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Have you heard a bobwhite calling-
bob-bob -white in the morning
Perched on a cedar stump crying bobwhite-
with all his bob-bob -white might & glory ..
Stair-stepping from fieldstone to bob-white-
broomsage , gliding neath the bob-bob-white-
pines for fun , a dusty bath in the noonday sun ..
A bobwhite in the felled corn
A bob-bobwhite in the rabbit tobacco
Bobwhite-bobwhite on top of the cow lick -
Bob -bob -white from the 'maters
Bobwhite from some-bob- bob place along the bob-bob 'crick' ...
Dec 18, 2021
Dec 18, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC
I want to leave my house quickly, travel quickly,
journey to the neighborhoods of my youth,
and honor the bones of my parents.
I will weep,
and I will recall,
and go to the ocean.
I know I want to do this,
because I have permitted you
to convince me, that you
and I are important,
convince me that the
rituals and rules we've
conspired to serve for the
secure worshiping of our wealth
are important, that I should
fret, be weary, and despair.
The gods expend no effort.
They look sidelong at our efforts,
and catching their gaze,
I remember, I remember them,
I remember them.
And I am so comforted,
now willing to toss this body,
that we've marked with
sticky tags and pronouncements,
toss it towards the elements
that the gods value,
as they can do useful things with them,
such as reinventing creations
bloated with more love.
You remember - the elements - the fire, the winds,
the oceans.
The ocean, where I want to go,
when I leave this house, quickly,
with you neither invited nor uninvited.
You will know if it's a good idea
to follow, if your personality quakes,
but your soul is well comforted.
Go to the ocean, where and when
my being or not being will have
no concern to me,
as I love the gods,
and I love my parents,
and I love you,
all that maters.
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC