Category: poetry
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Poem
Just when I think I’m spent Given up my last penny Can’t take one more breath Fingernails broken scraped down the sides of the tub Not getting fished out of the drain Along it comes This damnable thing called hope. @2012 Jennie Olson Six
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Awake (Wednesday morning poetry)
Awake Awake: Perchance to not dream. What if what appears is An illusion created? Fear molded complicity Fables taught as facts Perceptions as reality All lies. Waking up to dream: As, what is appearance, Creation of false reality, Sparks the light inside Emerging to awaken the flame Of our collective consciousness And set our souls…
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Paper Stars
Paper Stars We were making paper stars: Some were almost perfect. Others reflected the unsteadiness of 8 year old wobbly hands with child-safe scissors. And with each imperfection the delight of the task slowly faded. We would not have perfection.We would have almost good enough, A chip away at a much bigger idea. The idea…
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Barefoot
Barefoot Barefoot In my mom’s friend’s backyard Tall weeds Unfinished construction Dirty rusted nail in wood Now in my foot Remembering Tetanus shot Blood Cockroach infested kitchen Unclean Poverty We bond with each other Over bloody feet Circumstances into which we’re born Methods we used to cope Until that turned to addictions Without the benefit…
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#POETRY 21
<!–[if !mso]>st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]–> Twenty-One I just got started: Community college class-load Part-time employed Starving student vegetable rice dinners Cheap tennis-shoes Growing out dyed hair Retro-fied hippy wardrobe Minimum payment on maxed out credit cards Running slippery rain hills Boyfriend at the 4-year university Push start Volkswagon Super-beetle. I went on to waste my time…
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#POETRY "To the Maidens"
To the Maidens;You less than skinny,stockings runned, pock-marked, less than perfect beautiesYou who can not compete with airbrushed liesBut live full out in your speckled skin wonderWorsened by the unknown chemicals in foodSupposed to feed but poisoning us.Those earned feathery eyesSparkling behind oceans of tears,Shed in moments of pain or joyThey do not compareTo the…
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a blog post a little #POETRY
My thoughts for the day: I still stick my foot in my mouth, I just have learned not to chew on it. This pretty much applies every day. And it’s a little atrocious sometimes. But I’ve also learned to keep my mouth shut and THAT actually helps. A LOT. Now here’s the Poetry, I’m behind…
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#POETRY Day 11 of 30
To the Self-Proclaimed Wine Steals Whore: You may make out with them in the parking lot, Share wine and tales in the same room as some of your former consorts, But unless they see you for the diamond you are Tell them to pay their own damned cork fee!
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#POETRY Happy Easter
Easter Baskets. Candy-filled, hollow chocolate bunny, peeps, rabbit-poop jelly beans. Easter outfit. New shoes. Dress. Usually floral. Sometimes white. Church. Easter Hats. New outfits. Long sermons. Boredom. Maybe sun. Maybe rain. Easter Egg Hunt. Pretty hard boiled yuck. Plastic-filled goodness. Flowers. Japanese Cherry-Blossoms. Daffodils. Pansies. Easter-Lily. Dinner. Ham. Potatoes. Salad. Easter candy dessert. Memories. Childhood.…
Jennie Olson Six 