i. august 1619
arrived in a boat, named
and unnamed, twenty, pirated
away from a portuguese
slaver, traded for victuals.
drowned in this land of fresh,
volatile clearings and folk
......
And I love myself, respect and care.
"Don't search for love," I know, it's rare.
To look for unadulterated adoration despite the presence of lust.
To crave the loyalty from a species that takes pride in crushing trust.
Yet I'm patient, I've always been.
A glimpse for everyone, never truly seen.
And I'll wait, but not for an eternity.
......
Days passed,
Months passed,
Years of waiting-
For someone might
Turn up a day.
Like a pomegranate
In the mountains high
I had been waiting,
......
My great big heart was waiting to see the stampede.
You’d send Honesty, Loyalty and Grace.
I’d hear the brass trumpets, feel the notes press against me,
filling all my spaces within.
Days have passed,
the summer frozen in July.
I stay bathed in shining armor,
burning brightly to light your way.
You can find me, re-see me.
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No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet
For decades I waited
And you did not come
To listen to my rude insertion
Finger a sound at the back of my throat
And the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
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I hate waiting
I wait to pay for a gift card
And wait for some publisher
In Califorina to reject my poems
I must have looked at my inbox
Twenty-million times a day
For the magazine for seven weeks
The time could be wasted on TV
Or reading a book
And writing more poems
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And I love myself, respect and care.
"Don't search for love," I know, it's rare.
To look for unadulterated adoration despite the presence of lust.
To crave the loyalty from a species that takes pride in crushing trust.
Yet I'm patient, I've always been.
A glimpse for everyone, never truly seen.
And I'll wait, but not for an eternity.
......
w. a. i. t. i. n. g.
nights diss ~~
OLve
days
s l u m B er
2 wake
p
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No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet
For decades I waited
And you did not come
To listen to my rude insertion
Finger a sound at the back of my throat
And the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
......
I am fifteen and I do not dream of houses and husbands and children
Like the other girls around me
I am sixteen and I don’t care if the boys don’t notice me
I surely do not notice them
I am seventeen and I am so different from everyone in my town
I cannot wait to leave
I am eighteen and I am leaving for college
Finally free from the judgment of my small town
I am nineteen and I drop out
I pack my bags and move to a city
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