Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much

I Found Elvis in Oklahoma

I found Elvis in Oklahoma at the mall.
He sang to me about his Heartbreak Hotel
and I thought he’d slip me the key to his room
but Elvis, he just sang to me, that’s all.
He stayed alive long enough to say,
“What do you want with a mannequin anyway?”
I replied, “I love a man who doesn’t talk much,
who has nothing mean or bossy to say.”
“Well, ma’am,” he sighed,
“You ain’t got no grilled
banana/peanut butter sandwiches
in your hand and no offense, but
I’m dead and your hair is turning gray.”
Posted in Women Who Think to Much

thru the darkness to the light

YES to all. Awesome writer…

the little spark

Going thru the darkness to get to the light..

I’ve been thru a variation of hell. A personal hell. I had seen the light before my dark journey into night. And I’ve seen it again after. Prone to the spiritual life since I was a child, I had prophetic dreams, visions, intense gut feelings, premonitions; an awareness of a sixth sense was part of my normality. I didn’t really speak of it, but to a handful of close friends and to my parents.. Later to my grandparents, priests, pastors, siblings and other spiritual souls.

It wasn’t easy at times. I’d often be plagued with horrendous nightmares for the duration of years that I had experienced the dark night of the soul. During which, I came to recognize there was a darkness lingering – a darkness apart from me that had some kind of tie to me. I didn’t understand and…

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Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much

Peter Pan

Peter Pan broke me.
He flew me among the stars.
He kissed me till I was dizzy.
He showed me Jupiter and Mars.
Then…he let go of my hand.
Peter Pan, you were just a little boy
I stupidly mistook for a man,
yet, here I still sit at my window.
Oh Peter, Peter Pan.

Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much

Most People

Most People
Most people touch something hot
and they don’t touch it again.
Most people feel pain and then
they stay away from
the thing that caused the pain.
She was different.
I don’t know why.
Maybe because pain was so familiar,
but when something hurt her
she held on and rubbed her heart into it.
She didn’t let it go. She held on for dear life.
Most people touch something hot
and they don’t touch it again.
But, she’s not most people material.
Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much

Untie Time

I wish I could untie time
rip it to shreds and then
put it all back together again
without the grief and the tears.
Throw away the bloody pieces
no… bury them in the ground
where they will never see
the light of present year.
Never a chance to beat me.
Never a chance to bind my soul.
No hands rebound…no, no.
Treacherous threads of minutes
Woven through my torn flesh,
Taking all, time imposed her limits.
My bounty ticked away so quickly
I couldn’t even catch my breath
My babies are grown, am I free?
Have I  passed the maternal test?
Not done yet, fifteen grand babies
And five grand babies great,
Freedom and long, bubble baths
You will have just gave to wait.
I wish I could untie time.