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Tag Archives: Go… And Find Yourself Some Happiness
May24
The Lobbyist
I write to regain my bearings and reboot. It’s just not that serious our crazy life issues, right? I was a smoker when I wrote this poem. I guess The Lobbyist will be happy to know I gave up that bad habit! Poetry keeps me sane…
The Lobbyist
This woman at an elevator
Was lobbying against my smoke
The ash cans didn’t count for starting up
But putting out the choking fumes
I forced upon her
Not goodwill, money or sex
Could be extorted from that soul
No secret smiles of afterglow
Or posture of secured future
Friendship brings no floor
To hear the lobbyist
Her ride up was too slow
Then, she stopped short of the number
Pushed too hard and caused a shaft
To break her lift
That swayed her against me
Against us all
Apr22
Go… And Find Yourself Some Happiness
I am so thrilled that my book, “Go… And Find Yourself Some Happiness” is now in reprint. It’s available at amazon and lovelier than ever! #goandfindyourselfsomehappiness
May20
Do Think of Me
A Must Share…
After I am dead,
Do think of me,
When the wind plays with your hair
and tugs at your skirt,
When raindrops glide down your nose tip
and trickle under your dress,
When snowflakes melt on your lips,
And sunrays redden your cheeks,
For it’s not only the wind,
Or mere rain,
Or just some mindless snowflakes and sunrays,
But my longing for you lingering in nature,
outlasting death.
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Apr28
Rise & Shine!
Happy Monday! Go do your thing!!
Apr26
“For Joan”
A piece of poetry I just read. Enjoy!
My grandma returned
to tell me one last story
about how she met
the man she loved,
how it depended on
the weather, her dress,
how she looked at him
and he at her.
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It was a story of
love and contingency,
the thousand factors
which added up
to this unlikely life:
but for her dress and
the clouds overhead,
I would not exist.
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She sat right there,
just beside me,
like she used to
when I was a child.
I remember every detail,
but have no idea
what it all meant –
it was just a good story.
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Maybe we do not need
to moralise or seek
the meaning of it all,
maybe life is best lived
listening to good stories;
stories about the weather
and what she wore
and how they fell in love.
Apr23
Bird Watching
I stood
in a good place
to watch this small bird struggle
She had fallen
To the ground
From a nest on a limb
I could not see
I wanted to help
But figured one like her
Might come along
And so I waited
And waited
And none came
She was broken
But brave in her pain
This little bird
Didn’t flinch when I picked her up
And brought her inside
Where she stayed with me
Long after she flew away
Apr19
Dangling Hearts, Really?
Come on guys, this scene is played for real. Don’t get played and don’t serve. #Selflove, #Queensfirst!
Apr11
From One Queen To Many Others
Happy Friday! I hope that you are all having an amazing day and that your worth has not gone unnoticed to you!
-Always, TenaciousM
Mar26
ODE TO T.Z.
This is a poem for sad women.
It belongs to that ubiquitous, yet peculiar sect of
women who are destined to lack necessary
qualities which reap lives of gaiety and
terminal bliss.
Those who nurtured us should have warned
that women of talent encounter
ice walls which melt only for coquettish smiles.
At best, we could have known to conceal
our natural resources.
Egos & Buffaloes 