"stree" poems
Pieces of a woman
Gloom, glee, distance and intimacy
Attitude, gratitude, strength and vulnerability
Heartbreaks, Happiness, Longingness and poetry
Calmness, boldness and a bad *** stree.
Pieces of a woman
Stretch Marks, cellulite, miscarriages and then bossy
Shallow, Intense, blur and then some glossy
Cute, cheerful, lazy, sane and naughty
Benevolent, bizarre, shy and much hotty
Pieces of a woman
Family, friends, kin, acquaintances
Risk, safe and then out of the world chances
Society, sub-urb,rural and them glances
Some music, some writing, some shying and couple dances
Pieces of a woman
Marriage, adoption, career and grace
Clarity,focus,concentration and haze
Red,green, black, purple and beige
Independence, freedom, self-doubt and cage
All this and endless…..
And then some and then some
Nothing can totally define
The ultimate human
The beautiful, the wonderful
Pieces of a woman.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 2:31 PM UTC
Saying goodbye to hurt, and pain.
Saying goodbye to negativity.
Saying goodbye to being harm.
Saying goodbye to darkness.
Saying goodbye to hating.
Saying goodbye to stress.
Saying goodbye to hurting others.
Saying goodbye to be a follower.
Saying goodbye to being so week.
Saying goodbye to being so lost.
Saying goodbye to being hopeless.
Saying goodbye to being confused.
Saying goodbye to the past.
Saying goodbye to not giving end.
Saying goodbye only just to say hello to love, peace,joy,happiness, being a leader,positivity, sun light,new beginnings,freedom, hope,stree free, and most of all, saying hello to the new and improved me.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
i,m electric. its, the pisshard light
crapping ugly vowels off the bulbs
on the stree tonthestreet spitting webs
of iridescent ridiculous tubercular scarlet
folds of loose legs
akimbo receptive culling frilly cotton
nets
about their thighs. their thighs crying
white dark femurs
blasting hot
on my i's. on my eyes. on my
punch heavy brooding crumble
slashing the serious night air nightmare
night blaring
neon daughters
dna
in little flecks
some cordial bums; laugh ******** nonsense
birds. they're a bottle away. a bottle away
a oblivion. sip sip. drink your soul away
and rude the clean folks
passing on the asphalt rivers
veining in the cold hot bright darkness
Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
She wouldn't, couldn't give her name,
but they still took her in when she called.
I visited, adopted her,
though she must have been in her twenties.
We called her Monica. It seemed to fit.
She never spoke, sitting at her half opened window,
sampling a sliver of the fraught stree air.
I don't think she could take any more of the real world.
She stayed there safe in her dull, blue walled retreat,
an observer, lacking a ticket of entry.
And when darkness fell, and the curtains were closed,
the house lights went up on her secret, inner theatre.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
I looked up last night,
The first time in a long time
And the simple beauty
Of a million white lights stree across
Blue-black velvet illuminated by the light of Lady Luna
Took my breath away and made me cry at the wonder
If I can see the stars, bright and fine,
Then I know that I am home.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC