So Tired

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So Tired

I am so tired of
the news
the evil
the hatred
the lies
the greed
the uncaring
the intimidation
the suffering
the fear
of what will
happen tomorrow.

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Written for Susan's prompt at What's Going On? -- "Weariness"

Simple as That

Olive with her beloved Lambchop

 

Simple as That

Dog has her treasure
a simple one
that makes her happy

Lambchop is her
prized possession
she keeps it near

Happiness is often
simple as that!

Written for Sumana's prompt at What's Going On? -- Creating an Image

My White Treasure

 

My White Treasure

In pristine white, you gleam and shine,

dear Honda CRV, you're mine.

No car before has claimed my heart

the way you have, right from the start.

I park you far from crowded spaces,

protect you from scratches and traces.

Every two weeks, a careful wash,

your spotless beauty makes me gush.

I vacuum your mats with gentle care,

and dust your dashboard everywhere.

White like fresh snow, pure and bright,

you fill my drives with such delight.

Your backup camera guides my way

(I'm terrible at reverse, I'll say).

Your heated seats take away winter's chill,

the steering wheel, warmer still.

Through Apple Maps, we find our way,

while music plays—different each day--

melodies through your speakers clear,

or podcasts that I love to hear.

Of all the cars I've loved before,

you've opened up a special door.

My hybrid treasure, white and true,

there's never been a car like you.

Written for my prompt at "What's Going On?"  -- Through the Windshield

Two Short Poems About Women's Rights

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Two Short Poems About Women's Rights

#1

Consciousness raising group
What a new concept
Had to check it out
I was shy though
Didn't like to talk in groups
But I bravely gave it a try

I forget how many women
All strangers to me
So many shared their soul
Stories of sexual assault
I would never have guessed
I had no stories to add.

But the group empowered me
Women had a voice
Women had a choice
Women were not 'girls'
Women could rise up
Women could be strong.

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#2

She hated that restroom signs
were labelled 'men' for men
and 'ladies' for women.
I never would have noticed that
but once I noticed I could not unsee.
And still to this day I notice
which word public restrooms use.
She fantasized removing the 'ladies' signs
I told her to bring a screwdriver
I told her I would keep watch.
She never did, is dead now,
but even forty years later
I still check restroom signage
and still think of her.

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Written for Sherry's prompt at What's Going On -- "Women's Rights Then and Now." 

You are Allowed to Love

 

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You are Allowed to Love

You are allowed to love your body, as it is today.  Not as taut as it once was.  Even the parts that you don't like to see in the mirror.  The wrinkles on your face and the flabby skin of your upper arms and legs and ass that you purposely don't choose to view.  Your wrinkled hands.  

Your body has lived a good life, still is.  There is nothing not to love.  Nothing to hide.  No shame. Your life today is a gift as it always has been.  You are beautiful just as you are.  Look at yourself in the mirror and smile.  You are allowed to love your body.

For Susan's prompt at What's Going On? -- Mirrors