Love Letter To the Turtles

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kenia's Wed. Challenge (Poetry In Motion)

Sometimes Words Are Just Words

I get it, Buk

Life and art, art and life

but sometimes

An old man ogling a young girl in a mini skirt

is just an old man ogling a young girl in a mini skirt

And frankly, Hank

Your cock is not that interesting

to be featured in so many poems

So while you may think yourself beyond hip

when you sing the praises of the

Middle Class White Male

If you ever called me a whore

I’d slap the cool right off your face

and make you feel the sting 
of what’s really real

Rest in peace, man.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kenia's Wed. Challenge 

Inspired by the style and content of Charles Bukowski's poetry, which I attempted to appreciate again for this challenge and still don't find very likable. Here is a link to read some yourself.

Little Star

picture of my daughter when she was much younger (she's 16 now)

Shine on little star

Claim your place in the sky; your light

shall not be obscured

You are a daughter

of the Sun and Moon, no lesser than

the many sons

Your beauty 

illuminates the night

Your radiance

guides the way

Your fire

will protect you and those you love

Do not be daunted by the vastness

of the Heavens

They were made for you

to have a place to dance

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kenia's Wednesday Challenge, Celebrate the Feminine

and Poetry Jam, Face the Facts

You Love the Rain

source

Anyone can love a sunny day

but you

love the rain

While I grumble

at the grey

the morning mist

makes you smile

You come alive

a neglected houseplant

that's finally been watered

This morning

you ran outside to play

a puppy in the puddles

When you came back inside

you smelled of fresh mowed grass

and had cherry blossom petals

clinging to your dark hair

like tiny wedding veils

I lifted each one

and kissed beneath it

I love you because

you love rain clouds

I looked up

and saw them

heavy

and pregnant with portent

You looked up

and said

That one looks like

a lazy manatee

floating across the sky.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kenia's Wednesday Challenge

This Child

 Photograph: Getty Images

This child you love so much destroyed your life

One time you were a strong colt running free

but now you're broken and forever saddled

This child you hate so much has saved your life

More than enough of all you never needed

and grabbing for as much as you could get

A frenzied trip to everywhere and nowhere

Girl, will there be a next stop after here?

This child, this child, this child- it's all this child

Your life, your life, your life-where did it go?

The emptiness inside you isn't screaming

The hopelessness begins to settle in

This child you love so much destroyed your life

This child you hate so much has saved your life

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kenia's Wed. Challenge, de Moraes inspired description of a person