i’m dedicating sunday to be poem day.
rof and i have a friend who writes poetry and i’m going to feature him here on sundays along with some of my poetry and favorite poetry. if you have a poem you wrote or love, send it to me and it will be included. have a great sunday.
i wrote this one when i was about 24 years old.
suburbia ordinaria
american the beautiful
vast
wall of brick
holding everything
the little pocketbook
can fit
wear what everyone else
wears
talk like everyone
talks
what is your suburban drug
of choice?
are u looking to get out
of the
subdivision wrapped in hell
bigger house
better school
a cul-de-sac of sameness
boredom and passionless
competition
living a life not their own
but
one that is cloned.
from peace massacre:
bliss found at the bottle’s bottom
peace shared by half a tab
sadness paused thru a shock
serenity held in a shot
euphoria found kissing the cousin of the dragon,
pressure expelled with a burn
prescription heaven. vanished
phenomenal woman
lastly, i love maya angelou and i have the book with this in it and used to read it for inspiration Pretty woman wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to fit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. They swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them, They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s the arch of my back The sun in my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing, I ought to make you proud I say, It’s the click of my heals, The bend of my hair, The need for my care. ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me.
|
|
What do you think?