Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, November 27, 2010

gems amidst the clutter


Part of my mission for this fall has been to clear out the clutter. I've noticed that clutter in all forms, physical, emotional, digital, energetic, can cloud our visions and can keep us shrouded in the past. I've done a lot of cleaning house and it has allowed for many positive things to enter into my life. It's also been a walk down memory lane finding old parts of self, painful old ways of being and uncomfortable memories stored in computer files, captured in photos or lingering in old clothes. Not that life has been so horrible (AT ALL), but there were growing pains and bruised egos.

I've also been working doing some full moon release intentions: writing down things I want to work on releasing in each full moon cycle. One theme has been releasing guilt of poor decisions I've made or resentment about situations in which clearing clutter was necessary but did not end well. I've been marinating on the ideas that the past does not dictate the future (thanks to Tisa Silver for the simple yet wise reminder) and as the magnet on my refrigerator says: always make new mistakes.

Today I'm in the process of cleaning out digital files so I can open some new things in my world and I found some stream-of-consciousness poetry I wrote a little over 2 years ago. I didn't know this existed and don't really remember writing it but it's certainly on that "Return of Saturn" tip. Nonetheless it's on time, speaking directly to these ideas of jumping into things full-throttle, learning from mistakes and not letting fear keep you back. These kinds of discoveries have been the rewards of taking inventory and dusting off some shadows especially since cleaning and organizing aren't at the top of my list of favorite activities. I like to think it's the past self sending some friendly reminders to the future self.

This cleansing process serves as a reminder of how I've grown, changed, adapted and learned and that it's time to apply these lessons. It's funny though in retrospect, I had conviction in my choices even if I knew they were poor, but even more so when I believed they were right. Perhaps that's the key...using that energy and esteem to keep moving forward towards intuition to release the clutter of the past...


Freaking out
Intimacy is frightening me
Testing the waters
End up open wide
That’s living, take risks
She says
Curbing verbal vulnerabilities
Just eliminate fear
Feel and release
Listen and hear
Can’t be the same pattern
I’ve felt before
And thought before
Bet on before
Deciphering illusions
Silencing noise
Sensitivity heightened
Anxious energy
Exhaled in rhythm
That’s my heart
It’s raw, scared
Scarred
Regenerated
Guarded
The pendulum swings
Blind hopes dashed?
High stakes
Each side pleads its case
What do I believe?

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Sunday, October 17, 2010

Hey Sexy: A Poem for the F*cking While Feminist Blog Carnival


So what did you mean when you said "Hey Sexy"?

So what, you think I'm sexy?!
So what does that mean? You wanna sex me?

Is that supposed to be a compliment?
Am I supposed to be flattered?

Brotha' if you took the time to see beyond
then my sexy-ness wouldn't have mattered

But when you saw me at first glance
my sexy-ness, made you speechless
and had you in a trance
All you could think to say was "hey sexy"
trying to get a chance

having no clue, that those two
words you chose would narrow
my perception of you
causing me to see you as nothing more than
what's in your pants!

and so the party begins, as the DJ spins
"Biggie Biggie, gimme more chance, Biggie Biggie gimme one more chance"
then you asked me to dance in hopes that later you'd get some
of my sexy-ness not knowing it would leave you breathless

So now you want more of my sexy-ness
You beg for some more and must confess
I only see you for what's in your pants
Sorry brotha' you can't have more
you lost your chance

You see the words you chose when we first met mattered
when you said "hey sexy"
Damn It!
I wasn't flattered

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Butterflies and Master Cards

April is also National Poetry Month so be inspired and write, write, write. Let it flow! (I'm trying to take my own advice) If you need a little motivation, here's two of my favorite Nikki Giovanni pieces from her book, "Love Poems."

The Butterfly
those things
which you so laughingly call
hands are in fact two
brown butterflies fluttering
across the pleasure
they give
my body

I Take Master Card
I've heard all the stories
'bout how you don't deserve me
'cause I'm strong and beautiful and wonderful and you could
never live up to what you know I should have but I just want to let
you know:

I take Master Card

You can love me as much as your heart can stand
then put the rest on
account and pay the interest
each month until we get this settled

You see we modern women do comprehend
that we deserve a whole lot more
than what is normally being offered but we are trying
to get aligned with the modern world

So baby you can love me all
you like 'cause youre pre-approved
and you don't have to sign on
the bottom line

Charge it up
'til we just can't take no more
it's the modern way

I take Master Card
to see your Visa
and I deal with a Discovery but I don't want any American
Express 'cause like the Pointer Sisters say: I need a slow hand

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