POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT…
Need to put some distance between this forest
Latitude
Dialogue not complex enough
Platitudes
Feel all alone in this room
Solitude
Costume not heavy enough
Magnitude
Tryna’ find some happy
Gratitude
You’ll never understand why I eat the way I do
Don’t try and diagnose me
Because I will eat you away too
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
So I can crawl backwards through my veins
And nod sluggishly off into corrosion
Mixing this chemical with the rain
I want to be a morphine drip
To plunge into this open rip
Keep me filled to slow this painful trip
LAND OF THE FREE
YOU CAN’T FOOL ME
THIS RAG IS TAINTED WITH HYPOCRISY
RIVERS STILL TORTURED DAMS STILL RED
AND SHE USE THAT SAME COLOR TO REPRESENT OUR FUTURE THAT’S STILL DEAD
CENTURIES
OLD HAG!!!!
I AIN’T GOT NO LOVE FOR THIS CLOTHE
SO F*** THE AMERICAN FLAG!
The restaurant was nice and yes full of talk
I got up and excused myself with my oh so sexy walk
The men they eyed and said dame who is she
My midknight turned around and said.
“Oh she’s with me”
Remember in the beginning when I was tempted to say no
Well it’s been 55 years and I’m glad he made me go
Imagine 55 years with just one man
I’m proud to say he still loves me and I’m still his biggest fan
I scaled his face with my point finger
And I cried
Because
Mourning
Was well on its way
Running from Damascus waiting for the storm to pass us
Come sail away with me to a place where pain
Will be no more
I am childlike from these moans
My pen and paper have turned stones
From the weight of this wind
And death has become my companion
Widowed
Making verb babies to add to this poetic breed
My garden is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Silvana und Ulf auf Weltreise
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By Tracey L. Bhattarai
The daily adventures and mental meanderings of a teacher, writer, mother, and life long learner
Small wins for the discreetly radical environmentalist, in French and English
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