Gray skies overhead
Clash horribly with the smell
Of their barbecue.
Written 4/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Gray skies overhead
Clash horribly with the smell
Of their barbecue.
Written 4/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Body
Locked inside
My body
Slave to its desires
Its cravings
I can’t ignore it
Lest in the end
It ignores me
Written 4/30/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Death and sex connected
Not just in le petit mort -
Also HIV
Written 4/30/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
My size
And my eyes
Betray me,
Give me away,
Shout a message of power
On the path before me Continue reading ‘A Lament’
Bearing their hearts, lives, and
Thoughts on a stage -
Nightly
Weekly Continue reading ‘Open Mic’
The Lord’s handiwork -
Does the human frame count as
A poetic form?
Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Misery
Loves company -
And companies
Love misery,
Especially those whose brightly colored
Rags beckon from the check-out counter.
I counter
Their gossip
With a look of disdain
As they profit from stardom’s pain.
Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Around her shoulders
A strong, long, lean black arm
Down which his love flows
Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Blooming flower tree -
Electric purple branches
Reach up to the sky.
Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Statue of Mary
Standing stone still, her arms are
Forever outstretched.
Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
He sweats
Every time a plane flies too low.
I sweat
Every time a meeting runs too slow. Continue reading ‘Sweat’
It happened in Middletown.
It could happen in any steel mill town.
Strike.
Men and women
Strike,
And money flies out the window.
Honorable hands that did honorable work
Must find something else honorable
To do.
The town teeters on a paper’s edge
As a second wave sure thing -
ARMCO jobs, my man -
Is poised to be buried under a
Third wave tsunami
That could take out
A small town
Like Middletown.
Written 4/29/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Sometimes,
I bleed
On paper
Instead
Of inside.
Will I
Hemorrhage
Whole books
Before
I die?
Written 4/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
I learned a new word
Today -
Saludos; Continue reading ‘Saludos’
Time,
Moving too fast -
I can barely catch my breath. Continue reading ‘Speed’
Family picture -
Smiles do not betray trouble
Lurking underneath.
Written 4/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Attitude is like armor -
You might put it on with your clothes
As you go to face your foes.
But who are your real enemies? Continue reading ‘Attitude’
Stillness in kitchen,
Punctuated by laughter
As we make our meal.
Written 4/27/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Do not be mastered by
Hate,
For your fate
Depends on
How you relate
To hate. Continue reading ‘Hate’
Mahadev
Means “Great Lord” -
A Sanskrit pronunciation
Of the man
About to stand
Before your eyes; Continue reading ‘Your Name’
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