People and Things, a mother-daughter Blog

April 17, 2015

Expect an Audience

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If it is yourself and you found it right there

Then be happy

Because

oh boy that is something else

Unless you get too old to even see yourself in

That

There

Then

You will be frustrated again

Until heaven

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March 21, 2015

BREECH…

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This poem came from my reflections on Lent

The first time in history

…never exists

But a breech in history

…..is the nature of things

When you think about yourself

Don’t give any credit,

Because you are stuck between….

What was and what will come

You fucking breech

July 8, 2014

Tornado

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I am sure that the weirdness of the tornado that hit New York the day after I wrote this has nothing to do with it- maybe it does;;; I hate being me

Issues of today become tomorrows if you make them simple enough to

KEEP taking care every time,

they never go away,

just like the full extant of,

the wind mixing up its own mind,

I might think of that power in front of my eyes

and know all is not what it seems,

In this

I am sure I am definitely not probably wrong,

Propping up those words…or more

…They are forever happening.

June 6, 2013

It is a Brazen Conflict

if life seems fine then,

it turns always to a brazen conflict.

Something wrong certainly happens that day.

 

Of course if life tries to be at its worst,

there is definitely a brazen conflict.

With what seems to be precise demands that

the day or DAYS stretch forever, until they come to a STOP.

 

In this time, somehow the world has imposed itself,

asking for more momentum to…

build that shit up to start over again;I guess I expected to see the world circle round,

religion told me to, so did my parents wisdom, my grandparents drove it home with their unified message about

a brazen conflict and its vapor on love.

Did you not expect it?

 

 

February 24, 2010

FLOAT-Lesley

My Childhood was incredible, it set me up to understand the world in some mighty different ways…that is why I can’t ever blame my parents for anything.
This poem is for Anna. Do you regret your childhood, Dear?

Lift* raft,
Lift it,
Hear the fish clapping
It’s a pain,

Circling of elation
I should be thinking about my day,
When is my dad suppose to die?
Pink star ‘Possy” it’s a pane,
Real “it’s a plain pain”,

Because…
Left home,
To my talking…
my,
children,
into,
… survive

say…take the colors and patterns
And use them the way your
toes feel in sand,
or snow.
Always, against the wind.
It will show.

Forever

Let me point
Fish, birds, flowers, mountain views, and seascapes, eye color and a smile,
heart beats in the hands…
Float.

December 24, 2008

Lithesome Tag-Lesley

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The truth is that verse in Ephesians 5 recognizes the differences in males and females in Christian marriage and assigns different roles for. I really like this poem because it is the description between the differences in each for thoughts on romantic sex.

It’s A

Lithesome Tag

 

No one locates it deep inside

It’s just yours

They can’t find it

Even if they look

Yet, it’s pliant

 

Then one day some

Bee’s wondering ways

come round

Old in town

Knows where to

Shake it up

 

Bring you out

Find the spot that

Seems to hide

Just enough

To keep you

Confiding

in your place,

Your mark

 

There he flies

Bending

For you

Saying the words that

Connect

In the dark

With your eyes

Closed

And he doesn’t even have wings

 

Yeah…

 

No moon light

To show you

Anything

 

Just wringing round

Hearing sounds like

uh uh

 

Finding peaks half way

Finding buttons

Down rays

Of sparkling dark

night

 

Lithesome tag

He realize it

And he’s got you twirling

round and round

His life

Right now

 

To surreptitious

Unshared

Yet, with Bee you

Bare

Everything

 

Even though it’s still dim

You covet him

Down there

With your lips

You have no wings either

But, delicious

 

He likes your

Comfort

For now yet, only hours

Have knowledge

of this place

 

and no friends can

find any space

to save you

 

iniquity

to some

who would not

dare to come

to this hint

 

you have argued before

that a tag

is for sure

an open door

and now you know

it

 

Bee, he’s not through

With you

Just building lag

For your embodiment

 

When he’s done

When you’ve quit

Are you sure he won’t

Come back

Steal this

 

hush-hush

its just a lithesome tag

and you wanted Bee

to find it…

December 18, 2008

Piss Your Pants-Lesley

 

How would that happen?

 

For many of the world besides the United States, it could be

what  happens when a bomb just exploded-

next door of your house,

instead of across the street,

 

Or maybe, in the USA

It could be

Some magnificent  theatrical work,

 

As a kid,

you watch a magician,

pull a rabbit out of a hat,

 

It could be all of that-

Instead of laugh,

Piss Your Pants.

 

 

 

December 14, 2008

Taffeta, Calico, and Seams-Lesley

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The only reason we have cloth at all is because people from the stone age figured out how to weave some of the many fibers they were accumulating after they ate. They were figuring out how to use it not because they needed to; they could have just discarded it, yet they found a use….we are in a world wide depression, I think we should do the same.

 

 

 

A place where pieces join

Sometimes it feels like a

Tear drop

Sometimes

it feels like the rain.

 

 

Really,

you aren’t trying,

to change,

anything,

 

 

Like food, clothing, and shelter,

force you forward,

anyway.

 

 I Know people have hearts, and they go to Big Lots or other stores that are good to buy simple things…

blankets, baby toys, food….there are a lot of local shelters, try your churches for one toy, one blanket, a few cans of food.

merry Christmas to all of us………

Birth of Christ.

December 11, 2008

Sometimes the World is Full of Shit-Lesley

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My daughter mentioned to me in one of her poems in this blog asking, when she could stop the world on it’s axis

 

I thought about one…

poem to say…

 

Sometimes the World is Just Full of Shit

 

It sounds plangent,

When you hear yourself;

Say something…

 Then, the street passes by,

And you ask yourself what the…why?

 

At my age, finally,

I only react at all,

To teach,

I don’t even need to ask myself,

“Was I heard?”

 

Really,

Nobody understands themselves

Like “I,”

 

And who am I to judge that?

When sometimes the world is just full of shit.

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