DADDY
Who is this fearsome man called daddy? When he's not drunk, he's not so bad, he
Showers us with hugs and kisses, where he hurts us, where he misses
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He's our daddy he's big and bad, he makes us sad, he scares us bad, he makes us so mad, he is our daddy
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THE MADNESS OF JANE-BEAR
After the children were gone, the madness came out from under cover - came out to play came out from behind the walls
It made its rancid presence felt in the daily, accumulating drift of newspapers, magazines, and earthquaked, fallen books which evolved and metastasized upon, across,
Every floor in every room in every corner of that house
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Too many cats relieved themselves too many times, in too many places, anywhere and everywhere, no space left unattended
The defecation, the urination soaked deep into the books, the magazines,
The newspaper machè which steadily grew upon the kitchen floor, the bedroom floors, the living room, bathroom and hallway floors
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Fleas flourished, blacking out white socks in a literal blink
Feces and vomit covered kitchen counters, stove tops, windowsills, the top of the refrigerator
Black widow spiders flourished, cherished and encouraged by the woman of the house
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Jane-Bear's old bed - its mattress alive with the "ladies” so cherished hadn't been a place to sleep for years
A tiny pocket of space on the living room floor amidst the cascaded books, resting in unkempt heaps, painted thickly with the dust and cobwebs of decades, lying there, undisturbed
This was Jane-Bear's lair for sleeping
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I cleaned it, I put a sheet down and cried
& when she gazed on what I had done,
When she saw her clean, new, sheeted pocket of space, there amongst the abandoned books,
She smiled sweetly, told me, "it's much too good for the likes of the Bear”
And I cried, Dear God, how I cried!
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SHREDDED
He feels shredded with love and grief --
Love for the man who is his brother
Grief for the man his brother is
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FEAR
Fear
A 4-legged fireball, consumed in blazing, sudden, sizzling death
Fear is a skeleton, incinerated, motionless, voiceless,
Evidence of true and total disaster --
Fear is a fiery, feline fury, Shocked and scorched, bombed and torched With nowhere left to go But up and out like one great shout, While burning embers glow
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DESCENT FROM GRACE
Oh God just lea'-me-alone!
Oh God just go awaaay!
(Oh nooo - Here it goes…)
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And so I lie here Under the sky here Wish I could die here As under, I lie here
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(oh leave me alone or find me a home where my brother's not at me all day)
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God I'm soooo tired!
R u dun yet!? Had your fun yet?! (don't get my clothes wet 'cuz I'll be in trouble, some terrible trouble and won't know which way to go -
Under the stairs, to hide unawares? To the tops of the trees? O-let-me-go-please!)
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I sink in the ground, all beaten and drowned not a smile not a frown - just my soul falling down
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(All poems (c) 2005 by author)
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and visit with me a while - I wish you peace, joy, harmony and wholeness in all your endeavors!
An internationally published award-winning poet, Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson spent her first seventeen years in a violent household, where she experienced severe mental, physical and sexual abuse. In addition to singing with the Albuquerque Symphony Adult Choir, Rev. Hudson is a certified peer counselor for the mentally ill a paraprofessional crisis/suicide line volunteer and a hypnotherapist.
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She and her husband of twenty-seven years, John, live in Adelino, New Mexico. They have three grown sons, four grandchildren, four cats and two dogs.