Category Archives: Poetry

Little Girls and Old Women

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told to honor and obey
little girls can’t find their way
lips zipped against food and speech 
gotta stay skinny, gotta stay meek

or true love won’t come their way
submerging self, the price they pay
striving to be who he wants her to be
she loses her and becomes his she

put Prince Charming on lofty pedestal 
feed the ego of immature male
make him feel like a mighty king
no matter the fact you’ll never be queen

for him, queens are the porn-star pack
perfect dolls all waxed, maxed, and stacked
always ready, willing, and able
not real women...just juvenile fables

poor little girls become old women
before realizing there is no winning
for the enlightened, this epiphany brings joy
no more worries about pleasing a boy

just march to the beat of your own ditzy drummer
pick white daisies in your own field of summer
dance in the rain while the devil beats his wife
and always carry a big suspicious knife

©️2023 jai

Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay

March Chimes

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March chimes tinkle in the wind

Telling me spring is on the way,

Chasing away dark winter days.

And I wonder where the wind has been.



Unlike winter, spring sports a grin,

All toothy gold, warm, and gay.

March chimes tinkle in the wind,

Telling me spring is on the way.



Sometimes brash, chimes dance, drunk on gin.

Or perhaps, weed entered the fray.

Drunk or high or merry, who’s to say?

They jump and jingle as they spin—

March chimes tinkle in the wind,

Telling me spring is on the way.

©️2023 jai

rondel

(Author’s note: written for my mother, whose favorite season was spring.)

Image via Morguefile

Sowing

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never able to love and obey

always going her own way

damn fiddler to pay

every day

own



wielding machete, she hacked her way

all would-be white knights, she slayed

damn fiddler to pay

everyday

sown



now body worn out and hair of gray

feet planted in self-made clay

damn fiddler to pay

every day

lone



©2023 jai



trinquint

Image by James Deutschkron from Pixabay

Silly Girl

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there was a silly girl

who didn't see

the mistake she made

by trusting me



she gave her heart

she gave her all

and I tripped her up

just to watch her fall



I felt big by

making her small

used sarcasm and anger

kept her back to the wall



I didn't listen

I didn't see

that she stopped loving

wanted only to be free



now I’m sorry

but it comes too late

for too long I sowed meanness

and now I reap her hate



©️2023 jai

Image by Brigitte Werner from Pixabay

Snow Moon

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Snow Moon wakes to black winter sky
deaf and blind flies
full body bare
to longing stare

he watches on the earth below
restless lust grows
sets him afire
with base desire

he hungers for her pale, chilled skin
to plunge within
her cold, cold dark
and leave his mark

©2023 jai

minute

Image by GooKingSword from Pixabay

Crow

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crow arrives on nighttide

feathered aphotic revenant

slips in the window

while she sleeps

burrows its sharp beak

into her seasoned flesh

and tears at

the most tender morsels...



doubts

insecurities 

fears

savors the sour flavors

of being hurt

of being fooled

of being played

again...



she learns not to sleep

stays ever vigilant

lest crow

swallow everything

her pride

her independence

her reason

her life...



in the morning light

she sometimes wonders

if crow is real

is a force without

or instead

lives within…



a black cancer

of bone and blood

cawing chaos, while

beating sharp wings

within each breath

scraping claws

through fragile capillaries

frantic to escape

its self-made 

prison...



©️2023 jai

Image by Angel Milostan from Pixabay