Author: poetryfest

In silken cocoon I roll
Protected by my mother
With luck I will survive
If not eaten by my brother

Barely a new born bub
I balloon to find a home
Floating far, far away
Wherever I may roam

Grounded in a new world
I teach myself to spin
I must complete my web
Before the night moves in

My silk is my DNA
Stronger than rope or steel
My first imperfect web
Set to catch a meal

Do not ask me questions
I have no voice to speak
My food must be liquid
Before I can but eat

Disturb me in my web
I will start it swirling
I can keep it up for hours
Spiders call it whirling

Two claws for each leg
Helps me climb a wall
Man-made things like glass
Will always make me fall

I hope to hide from birds
Your shoe or that spray
I cherish my short life
Each and every day

See me in your home
Do not fret or scream
To me it’s dry and warm
Safe and cosy clean

Do not scream at me
For I cannot hear a sound
Only vibrations do I feel
On a wall or on the ground

I will readily earn my keep
Catching flies and bugs
I will remain in my corner
Away from shelves and rugs

I only have cause to bite
If my life is at stake
Rarely am I fatal
Rarely a mark I make

Do not wave your arms at me
My eight eyes do not see
Ironic don’t you think
How my life can be

I have no nose to smell
Your displaced fright and fear
I am more afraid of you
If I am to be sincere

When our paths do cross
It’s a brief moment in time
What is years to human you
Is a minute of spider mine

Your amazing thoughtfulness,
silly antics, openness,
and loving words
stirred something inside
and blurred the lines
about how things should be
and made me realize
this is a sign
of how fortunate I am
to share just a little
of your time.

Thoughts of this
stretch a slow, sweet smile
across my face
and make me
deliciously
anticipate
our next talk,
our next laugh,
our next embrace.

More than
your sexy fun style,
Your smile
Lights up my world,
with warmth
and Roman Candles.

Even though
you are not mine,
I hope to share
a little more
of your time…

Because you inspire
a Fire
of all kinds.

The core of a carnatic raga
A lullaby
Which my mother forgot to sing or
Which I forgot as I grew up
Mother the sweetest experience in life
The whole Universe in a cradle
Swung gently by a mother…..
A mother fights for her child till the last drop of life
A life which she willingly gives to her child.
The womb, safest place in the world
Very secure, where not even light pierces you.

Life is but a moment; a breathe in a game to play,

where nothing is totally given and memories fill hearts in a day.

It’s where dreams are lost in realness, and mountains are too many to climb;

where money is hard to conceive and people still beg for a dime.

Life is haunting imaginings of things that never where, where the past, the present, and the future,

can be summed in one short word.

Life is wanting something too far from your grasp and reach.

Life is a legendary story, no person or book can teach.

(1969 – by Cheryl Roma Yarek. I was 9-years old when I wrote this poem.)

CHANGE
Necrotic narcissism
and septic sociopathy
and malignant megalomania
are symptoms of a sick society.

In solidarity, brothers and sisters arise
to catalyze sweeping social reform.
With this proactive demand for change
a level playing field will become the norm.

From my most unbreakable certainty, I worship my most
visceral doubt, the legacy of death, day by day, in
seconds that drag on through my time, and to his
throne, now I am attentive, now I am careless

Death seems fair to me, it does not segregate, by any
race and age, in the most remote of places it is
projected

For any moment, it will be postulated in front of my
orbit, in front of yours, it will be made available,
it will have to be made unavoidable before the chosen
one.

It can be apotheotic, like that, well, still, who will
know, will be shy

It will make it heartbreaking, intense, the most
intrinsic of my pains, of your pains

It will amputate the presence, in a cutting act it
will empty the heart of hope and fill it with an
incognito and opaque void.

It will make us think about an envelope of revolt,
fear, anguish

Thus, it will be divinely strenuous, and will
sovereignly provide us with the most infamous of the
factors consigned to death, the warlike questioning
that kills us in responses that do not embrace, that
do not shut up, that do not stroke

As sad as dying is seeing someone in love die in
death.

You only show me your light
but never your darkness.

What are you afraid of?

Tell me your darkest secrets
and I promise you,
I will never leave.

Open up your mind
no need to hide,
I want to see.

What are you afraid of?

No need to stress
about the mess,
in your mind.

I will wipe away your tears
no need to fear,
it’ll take time.

What are you afraid of?

all my memories have gone sour
snakes and ravens in my ear
I’m traveling a thousand miles an hour
but not getting anywhere

I keep dreaming of disaster
that sounds fun, but what comes after
angels free falling from the sky
I like that, don’t ask me why

lithium rainbows in my brain
all my thoughtgrams smell the same
my generation’s all screwed up
please put a dollar in my cup

this is the end my friends
we’ll all be swimming soon
to the receding shoreline
riding a nuclear typhoon

the honeymoon is over
time for the cosmic bus
straight to the moon Alice
no growing old for us

broken dreams of green are endless
politics of dreams are friendless
greed’s our credo, waste it all
oil us up and watch us fall

we’re traveling on a one way journey
to the techno demons, we impart
addictions to electronic passions
building firewalls around our hearts

if music is the food of life
technology is the breath of death
will our children still be playing
Nintendo and X box with their last breath

we share, we care, yet go on smoking
we’re all such great pretenders
end of times we are evoking
to the Kardashians we’ve surrendered

there’s no future in our eyes
Prozac and ham for breakfasts
red tide oceans, ashen skies
having hope today is reckless

Leisurely hallucinating, under the spell of 211,
trying to ignore them hopeing for heaven..
Slight fears within, afraid of loud cheers..
Trying to hold down these malt liquor beers..
Shakeing and trembling, too subtle for belief
Vague sounds here and there, not feeling the relief..
1 o’clock nearing by, happy as i can,
Trying to get down that 211 can.
Sitting on my perch, while everything hurts,
Sip by sip, I attempt to drown my sorrows,
hateing for today, and dreding my tomorrows.
Hearing my name called, by the willie willie birds, muttering to john, since i cant form words,
Depending on subtle sanity, returning to contempt
State, wishing for a dollar with noone in site.
so dreaming is a gift, but i deny so,
if only i could make, these dam birds go..
Calm is comming soon, sitting behind the store,
as my whole body’s weak and my legs are sore.
Upchucking violently, heartburn is a burn
it’ll be a long night, as john takes his turn,
Sip by sip, we live by the sword, as john Barleycorn
Keeping us worn. Nights getting dark, the visions are
Easeing, but its not over, as me and john know the reason..
Dont talk dont move, sit there in silence, only gulp after gulp
Its a hard reliance.. Praying to rid my body of the toxics,
John says hes fine, taking a look at his pockets..
Eager to subdue all of the nerves, another whisper from the willie willie birds.. Alcohol is poison, from which we pray,
Pain easeing slowly, as we pass through the day..
Night is promising, people seems more pleased, we ask for money and tell that we need, too much liquor, such a patrons delight, if they knew how we felt, they wouldnt put up a fight,
Tequila’s too much, and we dont care, to tell u the truth, we’ll subtly dare.. Relaxed is good, as the voices arent mad, if i could give up, the insanity would be bad.. Sipping to gain control, thinking its so cool, as Johnny barlycorn has us like fools.. Walking to the woods, to find a lying spot, trying to duck from the big city cops. As my life is dredged, I have memories of my comfy bed, I look over to john, as hes praying to be dead
I broke out a cry, hurting so bad inside, the intense pain isnt on my side..laying there broke and all day long, asking strangers for money so we can just get along..
Quarter and dime, small beer and wine, crying to pain that’s ruining my mind.. Humbly recoiled, with thoughts of despair if i had it my way, i wouldnt dare..
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I am waiting
for shrink-wrapped facts to fall from the bellies of planes
while gators slide across water and insects roar.

I am waiting
for a country-western singer without a pickup,
for a horse bounding
through grasses flung like long hair in the wind.

I am waiting
for unstandardized tests
that measure empathy and intuition.
I am waiting
for ravens to play on a wind shear,
fly into it, get flung skyward,
bank, turn, and float to the ground.

I am waiting for Orcas to swim up the Columbia,
for grizzlies to hold clam bakes,
and for hummingbirds to outclass helicopters.

I am waiting for my horoscope to apologize for being wrong,
for bull snakes to stretch full out across a dirt road,
and bask in the sun.

I am waiting for Gandhi, Jesus, Mohammed and Abe
to dance with the Blackfeet Buffalo Women,
laugh and joke with the Motokiks.

I am waiting for the original Americans to get back their land.

I am waiting for feminist Mormons to start a new religion,
for white male alcoholics to stop talking and listen. Listen.
And for Pipe-Fitter Barbie to make union wages.

I am waiting for wild bees to swarm to a new hive.

I am waiting for justice to heal the bereaved.

I am waiting for the bathwater that holds all the babies thrown out with it.

I am waiting for a Luna moth
at a gas station
in Cherokee country.

I am waiting for camp coffee
and a Dutch oven breakfast
on a gravel bar where the river divides.
I am waiting for a quiet boat
in the current
where the river comes together again.