Westminster Abbey

Magnificent
Queen of stones, most beloved
Aged woman of more than nine hundred years
Concealing well her maturity
Still solid
She has the look of a well maintained,
Wealthy matron

If she could speak
If she would but cry out
To tell of the
Generations; Generations; Generations
She has seen, felt, heard
Immeasurable, the worshipful prayers uttered here
How many candles lit?
Their melting wax dripping down like the years
Drop-drip-dropping into puddles
On these cool stone floors
Countless the songs from a multitude of voices
Raised in this place as joyful praise
Quiet now - hushed/shushed into whispers
By the unrelenting sleep of the ages

History alive - Breathing still within these walls
Ceremonial services of state
Weddings and Coronations
.Funerals.
Royalty - Dignitaries - Artists - Saints - Heroes
Those who once were fierce rivals in life
Unwilling-Unable to share in earthly glory
All buried close, within this stronghold
All rest as equals now
Lying silent and still
Before their maker

In this sanctuary
Newly aware of my own insignificance
I am nothing more than
A mote of dust
An infinitesimal speck of humanity
Caught between
The here and hereafter

Baby Mama - Stop Your Drama

You have had a bad breakup

But a real friend will tell you

Hard-plain truth

Painful though it may be

I am relating

Only what I have witnessed

I’ll be silent no longer, Girl

Your sweet kids
Are so dear to me

I’ve been watching your children
Slowly dying in silence

As you utter one vindictive
Slashing dagger of a word

After the other

Against their father

Cutting that man to pieces

The Daddy they so dearly love

Baby Mama - Stop your drama

You’re no Queen - Not royalty

This situation

Is no longer about you

You are hurting your children

Yet you refuse to see

Poisoning your children’s minds

Trying to turn them
Away from their Dad

By telling them lies
So ugly - so vile

Because of your bitterness

Still, oh so angry
So filled with hating-hurt

Your words are abusive and

Oh, so wrong

Baby Mama - Stop your drama

You’re my friend – yet even I can see

This situation

Is no longer about you

You are killing your children

Yet you refuse to see

The hurt you inflict

Will grow them into

Adults who are broken

Incapable of loving
Don’t you realize that children

Need both of their parents?

They are not traitors

For loving their Dad

So Baby Mama – Stop your drama

You’re no Queen - Not royalty

This situation

Is no longer about you

You are destroying your children

Yet you refuse to see

Blessing for Your Marriage

Heartfelt blessings for the

Happiness of this union

As two independent vines

Intertwine

To grow  

As one

With the culmination of your love into marriage

You may feel your delight has reached its zenith

However, I pray it will continue to multiply

With the passing of each day

May your bride

Find in you the hero of her existence

Her truest soul’s affectionate friend                                              

In the depth of her attachment

May her passionate flame

Burn solely for you, her husband

As a man worthy of her respect

Fidelity and allegiance

May your groom

Increase in fondness daily

As a husbandman takes great care

With a soft and gentle shoot

Tended to with tenderness

May your husband’s love

Protect, cover and keep you in safety

With his passion solely for you, his wife

His most devoted friendship freely shared

All of your days

Freedom Precious

You pushed me out

To seek freedom precious

I, just the mill stone

Whose dull-boring dead weight

Dragged the “we” of us

To an untimely grave

Longing … No, lusting for

Life on your own terms

Adrenaline junkie; seeking novelty

Abhorring the sameness by

Worshiping the rush

Craven, craving ever driven

To locate your next hit

No rest from addiction

Or the thrill of the chase

Crater in your soul

Where selfishness

Pools deeply

Uncaring, hollow man-husk

Long line of your victims

Deal with the fall out

Left in the wake

Of the destruction you are

Snapshot

I still have the snapshot,

Although it is a mental one,

It shows where I was standing

The clothes I was wearing

When I first admitted

My secret to my truest self

That I loved you – oh, so loved you

Nothing else mattered

Timeworn that snapshot

Though still clear in my mind’s eye

My affection remains unrequited
Never once reciprocated
In the many long years since

How dare I reveal now

Such a secret to my truest self?

My adoration is undimmed

Resolute - enduring - constant

Nothing else matters – for I love you,
Oh so richly-deeply love you, even still

Gunslinger Grouchy




Annie Oakley - "Little Sure Shot"
 Her wise husband understood she "needed space" when experiencing PMS

 

So tired am I today

Weary from worry

Worn down to a frayed nub

Warped by sleep’s deprivation

Into my agitated worst self

Whom even I cannot stand

Haggard woman, I detest you

Sauntering toward me in the mirror

Like a gunslinger with a grudge

A hair-trigger finger at the ready

Irked at the whole world

For no reason at all

I am hormonally homicidal

Ignore the viper
Into which I have hatched, please

For your safety; I implore you

Let me crawl under the covers

To endure my mood crazed meanderings

This jumbled stir of estrogen-progesterone
Chemical soup that defines me as a woman
Last - nerve - plucked - jangled
Inner combat zone

For My Would Be Suitor

The Persistent Suitor - Frederico Andreotti

When affection first blossomed here

The springing growth did catch me

Completely off guard - so unaware

No kernel was planted within my sight

I, ignorant of its forming

As an unspoken, germinating seedling

Growing between us

How could this be?

When infatuation first unfolded here

I battled hard; clawing, yes, brawling

Fighting mad - drawing blood

As I only imagine

Wild animals do battle

Insanely bent; crazy never to be caught

Not to be erased – slaughtered – laid waste

Dissolved – coalesced to one half of a duo

So struggled I, valiantly

For my one and only life

When devotion first announced herself

Unbidden, unwanted, unwelcome, unwarranted

I felt hemmed in

By arm's caged embrace

I was lethally brutal

Poisonously severe

No gambling coquette, I

Rejected you outright

Chased you from my borders

Bade you not return

Go now,

Would be suitor

I ask nothing from you

Except for your absence

I desire nothing else

But your exit from

These premises
Leave me now, kind Sir

To live alone in peace

Go now,

Find a woman

Who might treasure, love, adore you

As I am not she

And never will be