Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

Decadence–A Poem


Oh, Come…

“…according to the government’s latest figures, the labor market has shrunk by more than 17% in the last quarter alone. Analysts warn that the current downturn will…”

“I told him NO. No more. I don’t know; I just can’t handle this anymore.”

“And with your tax-deductible donation of $150 or more, you will get the mug, the fleece jacket and the bumper sticker.”

“I can’t decide…Oh what the hell, I’ll take them both!”

“Oh! My!! God! !! Did you hear about Kristin and Rob?!?”

“Later this morning Chef Pauline will whip up some holiday goodies but first we go to Ron in the Weather Center.”

“One no-foam venti soy pumpkin spice latte. You wanna make that a double espresso? It costs the same.”

“And in what is being called the comeback of the new Millennium, she will launch her world-wide concert tour on Friday. Keep listening to hear how you can win tickets for four and an all-access VIP Pass.”

“We don’t carry that in small. Medium, Large, Extra Large or Double Ex.”

“…Now don’t forget the butter! I prefer the whipped butter you can get in tubs, but sticks will do in a pinch.”

“I’m sorry honey, I just can’t this week, but maybe your mother can on your way to the concert.”

“The angels come in from the right. And you shepherds need to appear startled but not terrified.”

” ‘A crocodile in my soup?!?’ cried Fatima, ‘but I asked for Chicken Noodle.’ The waiter grinned a greasy grin, ‘But my dear they all flew the coop. Please. PLEASE try our delicious and nutritious Crocodile Soup.’ ”

“A police spokesman says the cause of death is still uncertain but a toxicology report will be released later this week. Now to sports with Janet in The Zone…”

Let Us Adore

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Marvin interview Earthel Forester, an 87 year-old Black lesbian. Marvin’s Aunt Sylvia also calls in and I even make a cameo appearance. Oh, and Marvin responds to Elizabeth Jeremiah, thus modeling how to stand up to a spiritual bully (and if anyone knows about this it is Marvin)

Listen to Trans-Ponder Podcast #86 for an episode filled with poetry and so much more. Mila and Jayna crack me up!

OH!!! And Very Important. Trans-Ponder Podcast has been nominated for the Podcast Awards under the GLBT section. You can vote once a day this Thur, Fri and Sat. Please vote. You will make Marvin ever so happy.

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The veil covered her eyes along with the rest of her face.
They say she wore it in adherence to a religious practice long ago discarded,
all but forgotten except for reminders in art.

Upon first encounter you face a blank wall of silk,
alluring and disconcerting.
You witness no facial expressions,
No rolling of the eyes,
No impish grin,
but over time you encounter these as they emerge through her voice
with its
many rolling inflections and tones,
(flowing, winding like the ancient river that sustained her people all those years.)

Over time the barriers between you two grow thin,
as her soul pours through  g a p s  in the fibers.

Her humor, passion, outrage and thoughtfulness
envelop you,
you thank your god for that veil
which protects you
from the full force of her humanity.

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Losing It & Understated Beauty

This week I am on Bowen Island near Vancouver, BC at a place called Rivendell. It serves as a retreat center where I have slept and walked in the rain forest, ate good food and written poetry. Today we gave each other various topics to write about. One was simply, “Losing It.” I have not read much in the news about the financial turmoils in the world, but everyone talks about it and senses it is worse than we could ever imagine. No surprise that thoughts of this crisis got into the following poem.

Losing It

Under the mattress,
Behind the cushions,
In my 401K plan and demurring portfolio,
At the Business Park,
Throughout the global market place,
Everyone’s doing it.

The cool cats and nerdy geniuses,
sudden kin with homeless men and welfare moms,
stare transfixed at the jutting, zigzag staircase to panic and poverty.

Everyone suddenly in community,
in unison,
in the corporate devolution,
Everybody losing it.


The next poem I wrote more as a playwright than a poet.


Understated Beauty

It’s in my dresser, top drawer.
No, the one on the right.
Of course you can wear it.
You can have it. (smile)
It was your grandmothers you know.
She gave it to me when I was your age.
I’ve seen you eye it before.
I thought I would probably end up getting buried with it,
Or maybe give it to a granddaughter one day,
Since I only had boys.

What would my boys do with these pearls?

Your father always said he wanted a little girl.
We never realized we already had one in you all along.

How could we know?
Being your mother, how could I not know?

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