TEARS

TEARS

Tears
Tears are wet and they smear my make-up
Disintegrating an oil painting…not real, just faked-up
My, oh my, how I caked up
Mascara is running, eye-liner is smeared
Each shade of eye pallet washed in tears
Somehow, salt has shown my years
Why do we pretend? Why do we hide?
There isn’t anyone we can really confide?
No help and no change, no ‘Off in a rage!’
It’s the beginning of acceptance
Unhappy we’re not in charge
Changes can get awfully large
Until we are ready to take bull by the horn
And take chances again as to why we were born
We wait in the slowness of scorns so forlorn
Wondering how we could change what we did
We decide that we can’t, and live life like a kid
It is our own gamble, our destiny, & bid
For if we have no choice, we’d better have a voice
If we cry for what we’ve had, then that is very sad
All we can do is start a new plan of construction
And hope that this time, doesn’t end in destruction
For each time we repeat same mistakes
We end up alone again in heartache
And what good is all this vanity?
When we constantly challenge our own sanity?
Let’s face it, we just try to make it work and build
And put on our make-up as part of our guild

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Crocheted Blanket

Crocheted Blanket

Crocheted Blanket
It’s sort of my little addiction
To make stitches out of my bitchin’
And then it becomes awfully long
Just like when I try to belong
One after another I try again
And mesh the fabric then
It becomes a mosaic piece
A patchwork of fabric no cease
This warmth extends over and over
If it’s dirty, I flip it over
Yes, I used the word, ‘over’, again
But that’s how I play…only pretend
Yet, even with the multiple sides
This blanket is useful disguise
I hide my worn, tired face
And sleep ever so in my place

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My Own Invention

My Own Invention

My Own Invention
I once took my life, yes, took my life – SERIOUSLY!
Until I heard a calling, Until I heard a plea
To just let it go and start horsing around
The tilt of my head, eyes to sky, not the ground
It’s when it occurred we are just Barbie dolls
Playing our life out amidst all the growls
We grumble about obligations
But what if each day could be a vacation?
Seeing that thru other’s eyes, how trivial
One day to the next is oblivial
Which means that it’s over – what then?
Get up and just do it again and again!
Wash, Rinse, Repeat, (who was left in the boat)
Apartment, Tent, Castle…moat
It’s always a hassle – gloat
Where did I put my remote?
Condo, House, Farm, or Cot
Who is richer? I forgot
So this, my friends, is result intervention
My poetry, therefore, is MY OWN INVENTION!

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Please Laugh

Please Laugh

Please Laugh!

I see him as if something’s missing
Even though someone else he is kissing
Others have mentioned it too
The price to pay for staying true

We bonded in our conversations
They were like some needed vacations
But this love’s not tainted or stained
For once in my life, love’s not feigned

Accepting the fate of its course
At first I was feeling remorse
But I’ve had enough of the taste
I’ll preserve what I can and not waste

Yes, I’ve skimmed off ill feelings and will
Deciding to not swallow pill
He gave me as some medication
I spit out with some indignation

For why should I hang my head down
When I prefer role of a clown?
It’s true he may just laugh at me
But then it’s on purpose and I can be free!

Please laugh and let it all out
Believe me without any doubt

© Bonita Louise Christensen

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De Flower

De Flower
I do not want it if it is not mine
Throughout the ages of our time
You listened to me, studied me well
And that is enough honey bee, do tell
Yes, you’ve collected the pollen from my flower
And can make the food of which to swallow
Honey, This is my gift to you, dear friend
Throughout it all, we grew…there’s no end
I do not want it if it doesn’t belong to me
For our friendship has built our philosophy
It’s really a better way to live
Because it is more pure and blessed to give
Honey bees will come and go
Their buzzing puts me in the know
They pollinate and fly away
I’m glad to see them on their way
As long as my plant is watered and fed
There never shall be any dread
The sun will warm my sprouts
And help me grow big, strong, and tall without doubt!

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Gene

Gene

Gene
Gene Gene
Was a dancing mochine
But now he don’t dance or rock n’ roll
Gene Gene
Loved the hot foods
But now he eats bland he don’t eat ‘em no mo
Gene Gene
Wore a lot of hats
He tipped sometimes if his wallet was fat
Gene Gene
Played lots of cards
Sometimes he’d act dumb like a retard
Gene Gene
Was lucky as could be
He stayed out of the stores…mostly

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Scribbly Tape

Scribbly Tape

Scribbly Tape
Scribbly Tape – how colorful you are
Because of the effort of somebody’s star
She followed it to make you
Not bland in the bayou
And you represent movement so rare
She must have been somebody fair
Hats off to your inspiration
Sometimes it requires perspiration!

c Bonita L. Christensen

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