When you think of LGBTQ+...
You think of gay people.
You don't think of pansexuality.
You don't think of nonbinary.
You don't think of asexuality.
You don't think of genderfluidity.
LGBTQ+ is not only gay people - pansexual, bisexual, polyamorous, genderfluid, transgender, nonbinary, asexual, aromantic and questioning people, (and many more people!), too.
Don't erase.
The Dance of Life
the sound of wind
whispering through the trees
flows through her heart-
a music to dreamy mind
sets her spirit free
from a world apart
sway with the grass
around and around
through the meadow, among the butterflies
as the last rays of sunlight fade;
mingling hands with her bonnie lass
tapping her toes on the grassy ground
dance till nighttime falls, beneath moonlit skies
the bonnie lass says “mother, i’m no longer afraid”
eyes closed as leaves rustling in the breeze
caresses her grieving heart
gently whispers the life symphony
for there will come the days of ease
twirling through the shattered part;
tears to smiles for her to see.
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A modification of my original poem 'The Eternal Garden' which was written for my client.
#death #loss #healing #dance
self portrait: van gogh, september 1889
Hello, Vincent Van Gogh.
What is it that makes your eyes so dark
and your eyebrows knit up on the top of your face
and the light blue swirls about your head seem to dance?
is it that your jacket is much too big for you
or it is too hot in the room you are sitting in
or you got distracted and couldn't paint your head
the right shape?
were you looking away from the mirror
and painted all the wrong things?
hello.
where is your other ear?
why do you look at me with such disdain,
Mr. Van Gogh,
as if you know every part of me that i hide inside myself?
are you hiding inside of yourself?
where are you in this painting.
i cannot find you.
i see a man made of shapes and oil
and a loose blue jacket that seems to be strangling him,
Vincent,
why did you leave so soon?
did you mean to do it?
who knows how many more
beautiful pictures you could have painted
that swallowed the world?
who knows if you could have gotten better
and become a great man
and had children who painted just as beautifully as you?
was it meant to be?
did you mean to leave us all behind to stare at pictures of you;
left nothing but dried oil
unblinking eyes
and spirals, spirals, dizzy spirals?
A Wish for My Proser Friends as You Roll in the New Year
Roll the dough
of twenty seventeen
fold it in half
have a good laugh
and gather within
the places you’ve been
the things you’ve seen
that buff your sheen
fold in half once more
be sure to store
the thoughts you’ve had
the happy and sad
fold dough anew
leave a corner or two
to tuck friends in
the joys and the sin
and when you’re through
leave a clue or two
crumple old year away
and start a new day
Twenty-eighteen is clean slate
don’t tarry or wait
open heart to fresh start
HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR!
For You
These words are for you
When it's raining and I long for your sunlight/
When it's swealtering and I long for your coldness.
This is for us
When we're sitting together in silence/
When you look at me from across the room and our eyes meet.
These words are not for
You, as in one specific person,
They are for anyone who is reading this/
Who will never read this/
Anyone who has ever felt in need of love/
Anyone who has ever felt anything at all.
But, yes, they are also for you.
You. Singular.
The only you.
These words are for me
When my breath forms clouds/
When I can hardly breathe with this pain/
When my hands are cold and I need you to warm them/
When you can't warm them.
These words are for
When I realized that I could never make you love me,
No matter how many poems I wrote/
No matter how 'nice' I was to you/
Or how many times I did little favors for you hoping for something in return.
Maybe my fantasies will only exist as fantasies
And I will never write about you, the real you,
holding the real me, in your real arms,
for real.
These words are for you.
Just for the purpose of writing them
even though you may never read them/
may never know I loved you enough to write them for you.
For you.
Quiet
Quiet. When you open your eyes and the world is still dark
Undisturbed by headlights, street signs, TV channels
You know that everything is so beautiful it's almost like a museum:
Some things just can't be touched.
Quiet. When I touch your hand,
I pretend I am reaching into your heart,
But all I feel is the surface of your skin.
I haven't lost you.
This is important.
Quiet. I remember when I could hear your breathing
Above all the surrounding noise,
The car engines and the TV commercials and the voices
And I imagined it was nothing more than us,
This rhythm,
This peace.
Why yes,
You are right, I did give you insufficient change.
I am sorry about having only one teller available during the lunch rush.
Why yes, there are 12 other employees goofing off here at the post office.
Why yes, size does matter to me for I am superficial and in it just for the money.
My child really isn't as smart as I previously thought.
Socialism really is slavery.
No, it really does not happen to every guy.
I know my butt is fat so I will not ask you how I look in these pants.
I agree, my baby is a very ugly baby.
Welcome to McDonalds. I will get your order wrong and make you wait forever for it.
Why yes, I am buying votes with your social security taxes.
Why yes, I am buying votes giving away stuff paid by your taxes.
Why yes, I do believe you, the voter, are an idiot.
Why yes, I am a congressman and above the law.
Why yes, even though we had a legal election, I will work to overturn the results.
Why yes, I ran for congress, just for the perks.
Why yes, I suddenly remembered he touched my rear 40 years ago.
Why yes, I waited until he was important or rich to file a lawsuit.
Why yes, I demand you believe in global warming.
Why yes, I did not study science so I do not know that science does not require a vote.
