Happy Mother’s Day
Happy Mother’s Day, you BIG MOTHER
When was it last you saw your brother?
Even if you don’t have one, aren’t we all?
Brothers and Sisters who don’t have to fall?
Sometimes we meet a lot of Johns
Nevermind Dick and Harry
We don’t need their prawns
But even so, they might have a wife
And if we hurt them,
It can mean our life
So this poem is ode to all the mothers
Because without them…
Our love could not smother!
© Bonita Louise Christensen
Enchanted Dark Shadows
Giselle, in the movie “Enchanted”
Sang of love – she always danced it
She’d always searched for ‘True Love’s Kiss’
Seems it was always on her list
She fell for a man always telling her ‘NO’
But he came to believe when she put on a show
Both let the other loves fall away
I hope I can too have love this way
Angelique, in the movie “Dark Shadows”
Found herself in a little triangle
She was the first to fool with him
Even so, he thought her a whim
So she locked him up tight in a box
For 200 years…Yes, she was a fox
Yet even in keeping, she went away weeping
Her heart was even offered from chest
He could not accept it…he laid it to rest
Love, for me, is a combo of the two
Tales of naiveness and retention
A guardianship of another dimension
Although I walk through the dark shadows
Enchanted I feel as the story goes
The Past
The past sucks ass
Well…maybe not all of it
Why do we remember shit?
I thought I flushed the toilet
But even so, they spoil it
With reminders who I was
I want to get a buzz
But instead I’ll get high on life
I’ll take those reigns now -
Throughout the strife
Since this time it won’t be hard
When I’m hiding every last card
Until the game is done
I’ll smile at what I’ve won
Which is dignity and sound mind
They say, “Seek and ye shall find”
In this I say I have
And now I can finally laugh
About all the silly cover-ups
To maintain power and fuck-ups
Here, Darling – Take your medication
That way we can sustain degradation
And put the little woman back at home
Since she really, really likes to roam
As if a pill could chill
The mechanics of one’s mind and bill
Then they’ll be getting paid
For my make believe problem…THEY said
But I can’t blame them for wanting my safety
Just think like the perfume, Charlie
The Clyde of my personality Bonnie
Will guide me along with their folly
Why? Because I won’t be delayed
From securing my own domain
And get my house in order
To set an example with my quarter
The White Rose
The white rose given so lovely and pure
Was to let us move on and simply endure
Because in the past someone shut out the light
I wandered about aimlessly throughout the night
I did not know when, I did not know how
But I found my own light…anyhow
It burned ever brightly so I could then write
My thoughts and my notions and get out my fight
You meant not to harm me, you meant not to spurn
You claimed light was dimmed so that I could turn
I turned and I tossed and it made me quite cross
I had to find way to get message across
But then I had left it to sit in a pile
And go about my life running distance-the mile
I found security with a doting young man
Who wanted my child – He said that he can
Yet years later, I did not like how darkness felt
So I brought you my white flag – surrendering doubt
Finally my break through to let it all go
And let my love melt accumulation of snow
The white rose was also tinged with some pink
It’s ode to you who taught me to think
And a reminder too my love doesn’t stink
Perhaps you are not such a yellow-bellied dink!
LILACS
The system was so fragile
I fraternized anyways – so agile
The fragrance was as lilacs
Since I became so relaxed
Soon I could not stop the call
To the fragrance I sensed down the hall
They say to stop and smell the pretty flowers
How could I guess they held such power?
Yet, the format was always the same
And the arrangement never changed
They were always held in by wire
But even so, they still inspired
They were attractive to view and smell
I became entranced, but couldn’t tell
So smooth were the petals that spoke
And something inside was invoked
Truthfully, I could not deny their beauty
I’d cut that wire up in an awful hurry
And take those flowers home with me!
But there, they’d wilt, so I let them be…
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THE MAKING OF LOVE
It started out as attraction
And there could never be a retraction
If it died, it was just lust
But if it thrived, Love’s alive
They tried so hard to beat it down
Dismiss it without a sound
Still, it would not stop expression
Head held low through the awful lesson
They said it would soon fade away
But it’s with me to this day
They said it was impossible
That I was in love with a fossil!
Why was I so endearing? they ask
It’s to no use, this task
Because my love is so huge
It only sees through their subterfuge!
Finally, they see my point
They see I can’t help it, we’re all joint
Of course there are physical limits
But at least now they’re letting me give it
For what good is withholding it?
Or punishing or even scolding it?
Because the love inside always wants to relate
It’s the making of love and not hate!
Love until the wrong seems right
Love each other with all your might
Love reality even when truth may hurt
Love completely if it must be curt
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My Only Tonic
Now he does not abort
Instead he supports
Because he’s so good
To do all that he could
I still long for that man
Lending me helping hand
Can’t have it romantic
Or he’ll grow again frantic
So glad to have him back
The love does not lack
Even when it’s platonic
It’s my only tonic
I drink and get small
Drink again, I am tall
I’m drunk, but can walk
But can’t listen to talk
For the sound is so sweet
Eyes continue to meet
His words are making love
To my brain…gray matter is shoved
Ever so gentle and oh so kind
He offers belief in my soul to find
Love has found its way – I cannot repel
Instead I will accept and just let it gel
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