life

Crooked

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Have never traveled a straight line,

couldn’t even draw one if I tried.

This life was crafted

crooked and jagged.

No point A neatly to a point B;

more like A to C

then up to Z

and suddenly,

back down

to B.

A dance of seeming spontaneity

created by chosen opportunity.

A restless Soul,

too many interests it holds;

relentlessly driven

to learn, grow and sow;

chasing adventure

so as

for itself

to know.

No desire to live vicariously,

in putting off pleasure

in the name of responsibility.

No, that ain’t me!

I yearn to fly,

to be free,

to self-express fully

with utmost authenticity.

Such a Soul as this

can never happily exist

confined

for a lifetime

within walls

narrow

straight

and tall.

Such an existence

much too small,

into The Abyss,

said Soul

would soon fall.

 

 

 

Girl Child

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The first of three girl childs

born of my pop and mum.

I would be the quiet, idealistic one,

the one who dared not stir the pot,

but rather enjoyed observing a lot,

paying particular attention

to the tangible tension

between the sexes

on an almost daily basis.

The women won handily,

ruling the home rather easily.

This all conveyed to me-

directly and

subconsciously-

the strength needed

of a girl child

constantly

to escape vulnerability

within a world

fixated on her sexuality,

rarely her intellectual ability;

a world where girl child’s

heart and brain

are discounted,

deemed second class citizens.

Hence, Girl Child,

either rule or be consumed;

with no apology nor permission,

go for yours or be floored.

No middle ground

here

to be found.

Stand tall,

to a boy child,

never ever

play small, roll over or fall!

Not just for you,

but for all your Sisters too!

 

Written in honor of the fourth annual International Day of the Girl Child, 11 October 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Light in The World

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What does it take

to be A Light in the World,

to accept the sacred invitation

to truly make flesh The Word?

A sprawling, often lonely,

task

that will inevitably

ask

the removal of all human

masks.

There’s no hiding,

only faithfully abiding;

Seeing the world

differently;

expanding consciousness to foreign

possibilities,

such as loving all brothers

unconditionally.

One will need to forgive,

to always relieve grievances.

No space for judgment and blame,

for pettiness and thoughts criminally insane.

Only the remembrance that we are all

fundamentally

the same.

A formidable call

to be A Light in The World,

to sow seeds of peace

in the Minds of the All.

Not for the faint-hearted, this role.

Indeed, many flounder and fall,

the ones who think themselves insignificant

and very small,

who know not how

to stand erect and tall.

Much is given to A Light in the World.

This path, once chosen,

one does not walk alone.

Vision, wisdom and extraordinary might,

all bequeathed to A Light,

all needed to keep up the human fight

that rages

within and without

day and night.

A Light

ultimately

returns home, to Love

remembers its function

is guided

only

by things holy and Above.

Another Life: Dream One

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The next incarnation of Me,

I foresee

three darling babies

to whom

I am

doting, dutiful mommy.

Each said man-child

from my womb

shall come,

manifestations

of a long-held covenant

finally

exhumed.

 

In this other Life,

to an extraordinary Soul,

I will serve many roles:

His first lover,

babies’ mother,

forever friend and wife.

A beautiful home

together we build,

me and my boys,

filled with the Love and Light

we pray and persistently will-

cups so runneth over

that unto the world

our joy spills.

Monday

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It is Monday,

a blank page,

a clean slate.

The day to exfoliate,

slough off the old skin,

the things that weigh down

and only deaden.

It is Monday,

the start of a new week,

bringing with it

opportunities to seek

the Light and beauty

in all we meet.

It is Monday,

a day of reflection

to answer the questions

for self-manifestation.

We ponder in silence

asking our God for His Guidance.

My Lord,

what to sow?

who to know?

when to go?

where to grow?

why so slow?

It is Monday,

the time to do over

to try again

for that four-leaf clover.

Another chance

to alter one’s circumstance,

to self-enhance

and awake from long trance.

Penetration

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What does it take

to penetrate

the walls you make

for protection’s sake?

How do I get

to you

into you

through you?

What am I to do?

I come,

you run;

I confide,

you hide;

I offer space,

you then hesitate.

What does it take

to penetrate

your mind

your heart

your body

your soul?

How to release

some of that control

to which you hold

as if it is gold?

A body so tight,

a mind attuned to fight

or flight.

Yet, underneath,

I see a spirit

seeking an invite,

desperate for a way out.

When you are ready

to let me in,

to be the feminine

to my masculine,

I’ll come running.

When you are

no longer so scared,

I’ll be there.

When your mighty walls

finally

crumble and fall,

I offer myself

at our beck and call.

 

 

Stone Beach

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A new treat,

this here, Stone Beach.

Butterflies,

Dragonflies.

With a gentle sweet high,

I am kissing

the brilliant

baby blue sky.

Seagulls,

Marigolds.

I am embraced by the sea’s

gentle pull.

Driftwood,

Seashells.

I fall deeply into

water’s seductive spell.

Inhaling deeply,

I take in the air’s

musky salinity,

mix it with Earth’s grassy femininity.

Senses heightened,

I hear the waves,

my ancestors guiding me

from the grave.

I feel the wind

nibble my skin,

tempering

the sun’s bite and sting.

A Spirit

to me

suddenly

begins to sing.

Inspiration heralding

the birth of another offspring.

The Rainbow

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Caught a piece of the rainbow today.

When did such a sight

last come my way?

Cannot recall;

surely I must have been

quite small.

Just as a child,

I now stared wide-eyed

at the pronounced colors

against the stark gray

of the moist sky.

My wonderment I could not disguise!

What a sight:

The Light, One Love

splitting into its many shades above.

So mystical,

the rainbow;

Magical, this great spectacle;

A harbinger of a brighter future.

Eleven Years

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On the sixth day in the month of September of the year 2005:

A cell phone rings.

“It is your father,”

says the somber mother

to the busy daughter.

“He has been taken

to hospital…a stroke.”

 

Eleven years ago,

my Pop transitioned;

he left body

and went to Heaven.

One is never prepared for death-

especially that of a parent.

You know it will come eventually,

makes sense intellectually;

a matter to run from emotionally.

The day before he was to die,

he kept calling my cell line.

Over and over, he tried.

too tired and busy was I.

“I’ll call him tomorrow,”

I thought, fully justified;

not knowing he would not then

be alive.

Did Pop sense

his time had come?

Is there something he needed to tell

his eldest one?

What did I miss in

missing his call?

Did he go

thinking

I cared not at all?

Along with grief,

from guilt I found little relief.

Over and over,

in my mind,

I wrestled with my use of time.

Questioned my responsibilities:

Were they aligned with my priorities?

Eleven years later,

older,

a tad wiser,

I can begin

to myself forgive.

We do our best

in the moments we live.

Perfection, not the final goal.

Missteps, falls –

a part of it all.

Lessons learned

in his life and death-

Thank you Father!

No more regrets.