Tag Archives: poems about peace

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

I Wait

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sprawl in a wrinkled, uneasy bed
old demons and new share the covers
they jabber and snicker, toss and turn
chase away forgetful sleep
eyes on the shadowed ceiling
I wait for sunrise…

pour a cup of bitter, black coffee
greet the ghosts of past friends and lovers
angry and accusing in their stony silence
tears slide down surly cheeks
eyes on the cold, damp floor
I wait for sunset…

pace dingy, dark, shuttered rooms
regrets, fuck-ups, and what-ifs gather
lamplight glints on gunmetal gray
what you sow, so shall you reap
eyes on the bore of eternity
I wait for death’s release

©️2023 jai

Image by eberhard grossgasteiger for rawpixel.com

Hoodoo

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She stares up at the starry sky
while puffs of clouds meander by
to silent, dark places not known.
She watches alone, all alone, yearning to fly.

All her life, she’s been a bird, caged,
frazzled, red feathers, eyes of jade;
both, no longer as sleek and bright—
In fact, she is quite a sad sight…has come unmade.

She’s been called a bitch—perhaps, witch?
—that wasn’t a spell, just a twitch,
muttered with a foul word or two
at the one who causes hoodoo, makes her bones itch.

One night she will straddle a broom,
run away from this life entombed.
To the far heavens, she will climb—
Yes, stay up long past her bedtime…fly with the moon.

©2023 jai

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Image by Ruslan Sikunov from Pixabay

Unwind

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I’m tired, so very tired

of love, of so-called life

of all the countless heartaches

and years of endless strife



can’t undo what been done

too late to re-roll the dice

time to pay the penurious piper

but can’t afford the price



the velvet black void beckons

sweetly calls my secret name

offering silence I can rest in

tranquil and godless, free of pain



an endless, empty nothing

to pillow my weary mind

hopes and dreams fizzle out

as I blissfully, beautifully unwind



©️2023 jai

Image by Victoria_Watercolor from Pixabay