Feminist Musings–Published unedited

it has been more than fifty years
since I began to think of myself in
feminist terms though I was born rejecting
the third class citizenship card i was given for no
other reason than my birth. my mother is 91
and will lose a bunch of the compensation my
father had when he died a few days ago though
she was married to him for 71 years and worked 
by his side on the mission field and in churches
across Maine until she got her master's degree 
and began teaching school though well past her prime

i turn seventy in a few days and live on the nothing
that is the result of raising children in my youth and
divorcing when I was forty, working to get my boys through
high school with almost no help from their father my ex and theirs
he rides high in his retirement while i collect $312 a month
from Social Security and the yahoo clown in our white house 
continues to banish those of us who have very little in support
of his cronies, though we are used to that from those who rule us
and scream that we should vote. for what? another version of the screw job?

We are all on this road to perdition. God on the backs of those who persecute
and care little for their souls or the anguish of those who find themselves
unable to live. i am a believer in Love, in a world created and sustained by
this phenomena very few take time to understand. it is not a secret hidden in
sacred books interpreted by powerful men, but an announcement written inside each
soul and proclamation of nature loudly stated by stars, waterfalls and oceans.
i chose this day to be kind, to love as if tomorrow will never come to ignore the
lies that make up our daily lives and to be concerned and guided by nothing but the One
Creator, sustainer, lover, giver, and caretaker of all that she has made in fact
sometimes when i look in the mirror I can see my resemblance and it is about the only
thing in this wide world that makes me smile and keep on walking there is nothing
better for me than knowing where i come from and where my inheritance resides that
there is not one little piece of creation to which I am not kith and kin to the Great
Mother Father origin, essence and presence of all the Universe be honor Amen.

The Cure

my dad wants I’ll Fly Away

to be sung at his funeral

even as those who love him flock to his side

i go to his bedside today

feel the pinch of human bond

know we are pulled toward

each other in this salad of

love oil on our wounds is

being together although we

have found that most other

remedies are easier the pharma

book of love that has rats addicted

to heroin but only when isolated

and alone, back at the rat ranch

with friends and a warm place to

run they don’t like the substitute

for love any more lose the desire

for drug, can you believe we have

wared on this drug for years only

to discover that all we wanted was

the deep contact of other human

beings a touch like and the stone

when Jesus

cradled the face of  a leper in his hands

rolled away from the tomb

just because there was no more loneliness

Grief Loss and Black Holes

 

my throat gets raw
tears spill my belly growls
feel hell at my heels
only to sit in perfect
silence for ten minutes
until that unmistakable
peace comes oozing into
pores and bones forcing me to climb
out of a vast black hole
just as if it were only mud
filled and not a cosmic reversed star
sucking the life out of whatever holds
me in orbit like a reverse mortgage
changing the way of everything
leaving me cleaned out and ready to live again

A poem with no name

 
can’t read anymore horror stories
babies suffocating in painful deaths
what war crimes are we committing daily
standing silent with bombs in our hands
i’m digging deep for beauty the face of 255
tiny babies born every minute on this planet
soft faces to touch and souls to nurture they
come with the risk of the worst grief
 
i want neighbors to love and houses for all
i want peace like a river taking us away from
this lying bundle of uncivilised violent hate
i want love and kisses and dancing i want to give away
money and come again to the divine origin of life

Got a Bum Knee

got a bum knee

feels like the culture

of this land

unhealed deepest agony

an  unexplained injury

who knew there was this much

torn cartilage collected by those who served

this country to get their families

out of poverty who knew there

was so much pain in the inferiority of those

less educated with less opportunity le$$$$$$$$ money

 

did believers lose everything to the lies of the left?

whose broken body makes us limp like a lame lost soul?

am I less because of a strong belief in God? less intellectual?

am I less because of the color of my hair my skin? or

my less than beautiful body? am I less because I grew

old and still never get beyond the bills?  do I want to help

those with less because it makes me feel superior?

did a black president make us feel so much better than?

did he feel the need to be better than those of his kin? to survive us?

 

do i limp now the pain exposed both sides all sides lame?

will you wrap my aching knee in some balm some love salve?

will we get off our high and mighty horses and point the finger

at ourselves and wrap our sore and and bleeding knees and bow

our bodies our heads to the ground like our Muslim sisters?

can we wail our grief till our tears spill down and heal these

knees till we can dance again whole children of the same land the same soul?

 

 

 

REPENTANCE

are you ready?

bone tired of the pointed finger?

looking out from a whitewashed sepulchre

would we like real change, really?

the answer is REPENT

meaning according to Webster

to turn from sin and dedicate oneself to the amendment of one’s life

here there is not talk of someone else to blame

sin: a vitiated state of human nature in which the self is estranged from God

and if God is Love according to Christian scripture then Repentance

is turning back to Love and changing one’s life to show it.