Author: poetryfest

Unity makes strength” is a motto that has been used by various states and entities throughout history. In the animal kingdom, the most powerful creatures always have an advantage over the much smaller and weaker ones. However, if those considered less powerful can organize towards a common goal, the final results can be staggeringly successful.

You fell a long wayz
what more can i say
i can’t replace the love
it was never there
your tears get you no where
you think it isn’t fair
my feelings are gone
we will never be
why wouldn’t you see
walk away from the pain
try to stay sane
thinking of the times we had
woundering what went wrong
hearing our song
falling to your knees, begging please
just on more chance
i will change my life
hearing the wordz (It’s over)
Grabbing the knife, Slicing your wrist
trying not to miss, tears fill your eyes
saying your last goodbyes, praying to god
forgive me for all my syns
i just want to rise, now that your bleeding
looking at the sky, wanting to just fly
red water flows faster, out of your wrist
you start to fade away, just wish you had your last kiss
or just of missed your wrist
you realize you made a bad choice
Hearing that dark voice.

today,
my journal talked to me

it took me to when
I first began to write,
to where
words flow as forgotten text
once again brought forth

pages filled with memories
clips from snippets
not published,
await me…
will I reconsider?
will revision
give these new life
in the realm of poetry?

my journal whispers to me,
“return to me anytime you need inspiration”
between my pages are verse found within an emporium of words scribbled in beautiful lines of poetry transcribed between scratched through lines, discarded, will again be reconsidered,
are scattered among yet to be
rediscovered fragments of language
awaiting creative vision

as I close my journal
I know my journal will
talk to me again
it will inspire forgotten thought
to later be revised,
rejuvenated as poetry

thoughts now chosen to fill
pages of line, verse, and stanza
are created, rearranged,
and revised as my latest
poetic masterpiece

my Journal awaits
when next
I write my thoughts and visions
composing a digest of inspiration
to flow from its pages as
poetry

Mac McGovern © Feb 2016,

ode to patriarchy

according to old Jewish myths –
Eve was Adam’s second wife —
his first was Lilith

it happened in the distant past
before the Biblical story
of creation was conceived —

in the original story
Adam & Lilith
were created equal
molded of the same soil —

while she insisted on co-equality
in every aspect of life
inclusive of conjugal love
he was not sure
this arrangement suited him

perhaps her desire
to care for her needs
contributed to her downfall
perhaps Adam’s insecurities
were her undoing

details are hard to come by —
what we do know is that to pave
the way for another
— more docile wife
the story had to change
thus the teller of tales
shattered Lilith reputation
demonized and transformed
her into bête noir
— a succubus

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She looks pretty.

Why does he keep staring at me?

Her friend has walked off.

Where has she gone?

I might offer to buy her a drink.

I hope he doesn’t offer to buy me a drink.

She can’t say no then.

How will I say no?

She’ll owe me.

Maybe I should just look away.

Why is she not smiling back?

I’ll get my phone out – try to look busy.

Does she think she’s too good for me?

Maybe I should just leave?

I’m going over.

My phone only has one percent; I need to leave quick.

Where’s she going?

I don’t know where I’m going.

The roads are quiet along here.

The roads are quiet along here.

It’s dark.

It’s dark.

I’m getting closer.

He’s getting close.

Close enough to touch.

…

‘For three pennies I’ll give you my chocolate bar’ said Sammy
‘Pennies don’t even exist anymore’ said Grammy
‘But those pennies are magic and old’ said Sammy
‘They’re fantasy for me, but you treat them like gold ‘ said Grammy
They’re as real as the sky,’ said Sammy
.’….that covers what’s on the other side’
‘Fine, said Granny. Now climb up real high…
close your eyes, don’t peek, and I’ll hide.
‘Ready or not, here I come’ said Sammy
‘If you find me, then I’ll give you three pennies’ said Grammy
‘But my chocolate’s all melted now’ sobbed Sammy

Oh?! So you say you’re a man?! The type that wants to hold my hand, have conversations where you say
you understand? Understand how hard it is for us women to trust, with all the inconsistencies of lust,
especially between us. So, you tell me not to worry cause you ain’t in no hurry to indulge in physical
touch and it might be too much. Now, I’m not a fool, swimming in a pool, just going with the flow, acting
like I don’t know what games your trying to play in order to lay… me… down. Teasing me with
pleasurable words that you THINK this woman has never heard. But rest assured, you may have met
your match and now the fish doesn’t seem as easy to catch. See, the problem is, you’re too distracted by
the physical touch, that euphoric rush, that nothing else seems to be much. So… You try your best to
stick around, maybe after dark, where you can make your mark and stain my heart. But like I said, I ain’t
no fool, swimming in a pool, playing this game that has no rules. I will say… all is fare in love and war so,
keep playing and you just might get more.

Every now and then
I go through my “junk drawer”
and choose the things I want
or don’t want any more.

Now, here’s a rusty key
that fit an ancient clock
and when the key was turned
the clock would go “tick-tock.”

And here’s a perfect stone,
so round and smooth and hard.
Can you believe I found it
right here in my back yard?

And here’s a little troll,
his hair is blue and white.
And don’t his eyes look almost real…
so shiny, big, and bright?

And look, what’s this I’ve found?
A little soldier boy…
To think I played for hours
with this simple little toy.

And here’s a foreign coin
my uncle sent last year.
I tried to spend it once…
but they won’t take it here.

And look, what’s this I see?
A seashell from the shore.
A crab once lived inside it…
but doesn’t anymore

And here’s a handsome button
It’s green and smooth as jade…
It came off of a jacket
that I wore in seventh grade.

And here’s a magnifier
to look at ants and flies.
It has a tiny crack in it…
but it still magnifies.

And here’s a little ribbon
that’s made of satin lace.
I got it at a Spelling Bee
for winning second place.

I’ll take these things and others
and put them in a crate…
and leave them for the children
outside the garden gate.

For I have kept them many years
and now I set them free…
I know they don’t mean anything
to anyone but me.

But though they might seem useless,
they still could hold some pleasure…
For what I now consider “junk”,
some child may view as “treasure.”