The loop

loop n.  A sequence of instructions that repeats either a specified number of times or until a particular condition is met.

walking side by side
I cannot help but wonder
why I repeat myself, often

I hear my mouth asking for a meal
two or three times a day
but you put me off

you fill my mouth with unrest
you shove enlightenment down my throat
gagging me with a skewed truth

I weary of your abundant avarice
your pride disgusts me
your thunder–your torrential rains

contentment trumps your hate, and
when you lose your taste for peace
every downpour gives you away

Best medicine?

it would be a nicer world, and
wouldn’t it be fun
if those who are mudslinging
tossed pies

approach them carefully
put pies in their hands, and
see if that
doesn’t brighten things

Monday Random: compromise

A reprise of a Monday Random post from 2017, which applies directly to the wounds of this past weekend, real and imagined, and no, I will not explain that right now. Thank you for reading.

Are You Thrilled

• I make my husband happy when I don’t talk during the news even if something makes me want to monologue
• He makes me happy when he watches one of my old movies and doesn’t complain about the sound or the lame sets
• I go to every Star Trek movie, sometimes on opening night
• At some point he stopped saying things about my family that were sore spots
• He went to the church I picked
• I make pizza ten times more often than I’d ever eat it, and I learned how to make pizza crust like a New Yorker
• I learned how to make cheesecake like a New Yorker though I could go the rest of my life without eating it
• He’d rather the mayo not touch the cheese on a sandwich, and I respect that
• He reads all my manuscripts and gives honest feedback
• I’ve been going through menopause for…

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it was

just cause for the big cry I had
waterfalls of injustices
(for an hour)
until it was out of my system
and raining red over the day
that which we never talk about

(the elephant in the room)
the cycle of the month that
runs ragged my psyche
(and my mate)
shall we not be ashamed
to speak of anything
that needs be said

shall we not care what others think
if we voted with our conscience
if that is unpopular
(and that is why we are still here)
waving a flag and joyously
telling you all of this

that a lady is still a lady
no matter what is said
(whatever the opinion)
there are dreams and fancies
that must not be ignored
and not until every dream is fulfilled
should we be quiet

Monday Random: compromise

• I make my husband happy when I don’t talk during the news even if something makes me want to monologue
• He makes me happy when he watches one of my old movies and doesn’t complain about the sound or the lame sets
• I go to every Star Trek movie, sometimes on opening night
• At some point he stopped saying things about my family that were sore spots
• He went to the church I picked
• I make pizza ten times more often than I’d ever eat it, and I learned how to make pizza crust like a New Yorker
• I learned how to make cheesecake like a New Yorker though I could go the rest of my life without eating it
• He’d rather the mayo not touch the cheese on a sandwich, and I respect that
• He reads all my manuscripts and gives honest feedback
• I’ve been going through menopause for ten years. Not done yet.
• I know, TMI. But I’ll never lie to you.