Ostara

A poem for Ostara

Astarte
Asherah 
Eastre
Hearth and home, field and glade
Seeing nature, How was it made?
Does it matter? Mountains raped
Taking whatever, no way to escape
bees dead, and at what cost?
what is it really that we have lost?
May we return to primal days?
Return to Her, to simpler ways?
On this Ostara as days grow long
Let's greet the sun with joyous song
Return to Her, care for the earth
Take care of Her who gave us birth
Living in harmony is the way
and listen to Her throughout each day

Billet-doux

And so I write this billet-doux
to boldly declare my love for you
to give to you a bit to read
to tell you that it's you I need
and your love I will always feed
with my devotion tried and true
living my whole life with you

Hotflash hottie

I wrote this poem for a friend who was complaining

Some would say she was so cranky
Others said she was off hanky panky
She got so got hot she thought she'd combust
Some parts unused she said they'd rust
Now only chocolate will work
A big piece of cake would make her smirk
And then there were her ample thighs
Won't get smaller even though she tries
She looks in the mirror and hates her belly
She grabs two handfuls, it shakes like jelly
And then she gawked at her boobs
They looked like big long pendulous tubes
But I don't care, I don't get snotty
Because I still love my hotflash hottie

Land of the free?

Some call it the land of the free
But is it? Look carefully and see
Law upon law controls us all
Business, bedroom, women's health, all
Politicians looking to control
They know better? Than the whole?
Christian right sit in their pew
They look at us and say "but not for you"
I think and wonder how they can
Fuck the Bill of Rights, it's my land man!
"If you don't like it, then you can leave"
Is there no room for different belief?
The poor,minorities, don't leave them behind
How can people be so blind?
GOP out of control now
Killing economy, why, and how?
Blocking a president in their hate
Leaving a wasteland in their wake
Can we change? Take back the land?
Guarding it, being fair, lending out hand?

Steel

the arc of the steel
catches & reflects sunlight
the feel of the grip
sharkskin rough
the slight almost tug
as the target separates
a piece falling
to the ground, separated
the ease of cutting
knowing what the steel can do
defending
offending
onlookers amazed
at how casually the swordsman
cuts the tatami mat
no, not a katana or even two handed
a baskethilt guards the hand
a sense of doing this before
on a field called Culloden

The news

I didn't know what to think when I got the news
So much time had passed
Mind a whirl with questions
 I had never forgotten her
She was in my thoughts most days
But the pain was there each time I saw her face
 I look at a picture
Face upturned and joyful
A time when we were so close
 Should I call?
The question haunted me
Could I reach out?
 Moving past pain is a difficult thing
 Disappointment in what I could have done different
The past cannot change.
 I looked at my phone
A text would be ok?
"I hope you're ok."
 I waited and wondered
Would an answer come?
And the the beep of a new message waiting.

Cries of Pain

cries of pain unheard
where is one that will listen
life, hard with love
near impossible when alone
wishing one were there
to simply listen
a hand on a shoulder
reaching out to lift up
yet cries of pain unheard