Category: streams
Unedited poetry streams by Martha Cinader.
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Excuse Me! excuse me! when i said i am here for you, i didn’t mean that i am here for you. excuse me! excuse me! why do you think that you’re so important? do you think that…
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it’s all *ss Backwards the hero is a greedy killer of light at the front of the parade, giving speeches about right to mask his charade. the lover is a fool with feelings shoved to a dark…
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Home stitched with bits of every thing from every where; combined to cover my behind.
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to my Hands laced in an embrace gardener, chef, maid, scribe connected to Heart resting from the work of Art.
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to Motivation we both know that we reap and sow, that stories have sides made of why we live lies with open eyes, that you don’t apologize. i sing, spread my wings, and still return to me:…
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to Memory a cat on a roof, aloof, a trickster, a hipster posing at nosing the proof.
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to Fear What do we see but don’t say? Why don’t we say it? You want me to run. I choose this spot in the Sun.
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Stumbling i’m a lost tumbleweed, spreading seed. i hitched to the mountains, rolled with the trees; now i’m hangin’ on a sea breeze. i’ll play. i won’t stay. the desert calls but i love waterfalls. i don’t…
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Pagination When you get to the last page start writing between the lines, or change the story, or just end it.
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to be me i thought i wasn’t free to think, so i wasn’t. some thing, changed everything. but it was just one more thing.
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to the Dance while we love imperfectly Earth and Moon dance, trading at reflecting light. the far side of Moon hides.
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the Legislator Someone check for a heart beat. He’s in that sweet spot: hot to cut a raw deal cuz he feels that his demands are for her hands to hold. She was sold long ago, and…
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Good Mourning Spoken Words ripple in the Pool of Thoughts forever. Actions vibrate in The Body for generations. We go where we stay.
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But he never did wasn’t going to didn’t want to wouldn’t ever can’t anymore. what are you looking for?
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to the Player Hiding, biding your time, you wear a mask, pretend to ask. You take. You fake feelings while dealing the cards, play hard when you win what you wanted, undaunted by the price. Wish i…
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Not to You you left your boys like they’re your broken toys, dealing with feelings that you don’t share. beware. don’t look back. there’s no track. you have no place, face, voice, or choice.
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to Forgive AND Forget going backward is still moving forward. i won’t go where i didn’t want to be.
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to her Majesty i am the queen of the world. it must be so because i am here, and mine is the only world i know. mistress of my domain, my self precedes my fame.
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to my sidekick You stay by my side, never ask for anything, know all my faults and protect me from them, and i don’t respect you. i’ve been keeping you in your place for as long as…
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to Even Steven you think you score but you ignore treasure beyond measure.
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i’m a Note Speaking is Singing. Singing is Speaking. Poetry is Life. Life is Poetry.
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to Family the romance is dead. i’m the head. motherhood is good.
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an unanswered mother more than a woman. not a man. she does what she can. boys look up until they look down. everything comes around.
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Cut-throat Capital the man of the hour has the power. our boys and girls die over sugar, tea, the unfathomable craving of humanity.
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Brain Drain i go to bed with what’s in my head, walk around all day while my brain plays; it rambles like a horse. it even thinks it’s me, but it’s not, of course.
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Tense Shoulders Custodians of one way conversations and unwanted observations, librarians of lies and whys, rangers for hidden dangers.
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Family Business Money was invented by a clever man who already ruled the land. Love was not his thing. No one heard him sing. He is gone. His currency lives on.
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Why? Because Why am i blessed with wealth and health, comfortable in the skin i’m in, at home where i roam, free? what does World want with me? Because, i would like to know how it got…
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to Mr. Mean You’re deaf to your shrunken heart. Your skill is to kill joy. Your art is to break a boy’s toys and smother his sunken dreams. You look after your things and hear only your…
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to Worry You linger in my gut, warning me about old news. You hold onto sh*t you should release. Feel free to fly. Go fertilize some flowers.
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to Which you can say it didn’t happen. the whole world can say the same. but it did. if i speak and not one believes me, it still happened, can’t be unhappened. call me Crazy, Witch, B**ch.…
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Love Note oxygen and fire conspire in a sweet-scented frenzy that can’t last but comes again and again.
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to Pursuit Happiness is an activity, a busy bee, a butterfly, a bird, feeding Freedom’s flowers.
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April Moon She traverses Spring’s pregnant dreams, sets on Morning’s mystery.
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to Silence my conversations gossip in the ladies’ waiting room, where the timeless door to participation remains locked, soundproof, waterproof, and bulletproof. you are beyond reproach, vacationing on my hesitance, reticence and competence.
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Note to ForeMan i almost took a fall through the rotting floor, but i clung to the crumbling walls and climbed through a giant gap in the roof. i know you won’t. please don’t call.
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Note to Rude you come to your party with false charm, doing harm. you don’t care. you dare to demand your desire. you light a fire, then take the cake and leave a fake phone number.
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Tree & Me i follow beaten trails to the tender tips of your questing roots. i return to rest in the shade of your senses and we speak.
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Language of Silence even when you were you weren’t. now you aren’t cuz you wouldn’t and won’t. there’s just broken toys and white noise.
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Tree your roots point around Earth. you see what was, is & will be.
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Thinking doesn’t cost anything. anyone can do it. no one can stop you.
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to Me i avoided you. i kept company with Cupid’s Cavaliers; cuz you weren’t enough. but clearly, i am still here, Dear.
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to mind You forgot who you work for. You’ve been running amok. You wake me with target practice. You have endless ammunition, but you don’t like division. I’m back now; so just do your job and then…
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Note to Memory i sail your sea, navigating joy and misery. you’re here but you’re gone, touching me and moving on.
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To the Man in Charge you say one thing then do the other and tell me that i don’t see: you & you don’t agree.
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to Anyone & Everyone passing through my heart is made of yesteryou.
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Note to TREE i didn’t know that i’m here because your roots brought me now you want me to touch the sky before i die
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Note to Insincerity i don’t know why i thought i was special everyone is bait waiting and you forget what you didn’t mean like it never happened
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Note to Hero i robbed my solitude in the light of day surrendered my right to say i am me i am free dread climbed into my bed when i sighed you took me for a ride
Martha Cinader 