Summary: A representative 54 poems by people of various backgrounds; most are slice-of-life vignettes, a comment on relationships, contemplations, or about some vexing social issue. With poems by Vince Fitzgerald, Lynn Thomas, Barry Green, Ann Holznagel, Claire Carder, Stephen Collopy, Barbara Steffek-Schram, Ruth Ann Homan, Anna Kaiser, and Ava Collopy.
About her people spread rumors Which proliferate like tumors She glosses herself till she shines like new But she’ll be a basement bargain for you Bleach-fried blonde, low-cut dress And a Navy tattoo that’s highly suspect... She says “Men are just like candy They’re real cheap and easy” I say “So what does that make thee?”
At everyone else she scoffs And through her puffs she coughs “What the hell have you been smoking honey? Love ain’t no Cinderella story” But everyone craves a meaningful touch And her actions have nothing to do with love
She says “If you search for love, if you really try The disappointment of never having it will make you want to die” I say “What about having love for yourself over time?”
In a society of disconnectedness The only time we can be held is after we undress These diseases have their well-known causes Overcoming not feeling is a thing to be applauded Why to each other do we never say “Are you okay?” anymore Why can’t we get a hug or a kiss without having to whore?
She says “When I was your age I was a beauty queen And I imagined marrying the man of my dreams” I say “Why didn’t you decide to be your own dream?”
(*Quixotic, not sensible about practical matters.)
I DON'T EXIST FOR YOU
by Anna Kaiser
To the man at the pub Who told me candidly I would look better without my glasses: I’m not here for your viewing pleasure I don’t exist for you
To the one who flirted too heavily Said we’d be perfect together But never got to know me Instead said everything You thought I longed to hear: I am thoroughly unimpressed I don’t exist for you
To the one on the street Who smiled at me And stood too close Asked me for directions Though by your wandering eyes I knew You didn’t actually need them: I don’t have time for silly questions And I don’t have to answer them I don’t exist for you
To the one who always stares Who has likely memorized my body And whose eyes make me feel dirty: There’s nothing I can say But you ought to know I don’t exist for you
To the one who touched me Who said it was just a joke Mad when I didn’t play along: I’m not here for your sexual pleasure I’m not a plaything And I don’t exist for you
AN ATTEMPT TO UNDERSTAND
by Vincent Fitzgerald
Unity’s moment generates the existence of beings in space and time. The Essence of Love pervades each entity as it evolves on its journey to wholeness until it returns to Unity.
When we awaken, as from a dream Space and time, past and future become the present. My ‘now’ is presenting this Your ‘now’ is hearing it. To the extent that we pay attention our external gives way to our eternal “moment”. An event such as the Haitian experience draws attention to the Unity to which we are bound be it the agony of intense pain or the ecstasy of recovery. The impact of our loving is immediate.
All our “nows” move existing beings closer to or further from Unity's moment. We can pray for what our heart longs for a common practice among humans. Our prayer is most effective when we focus on what is happening now, regardless of the “when” and the “where”.
With these thoughts in mind, thank you for your love and your “now”. You have mine.