POETRY


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Fragmented Framework

Counterfeit Cynosure

Avariciously Alluring

Petulant Personality

Broken Beauty

Sybaritic Superstar

Irascible illustriousness

Egocentric Essence

Lost Luminary

Pathetic Paragon

Narcissistic Non-Notable

Ersatz Erudite

Detestable Prima Donna

____________You’ll never get it

___________________The Repulsive Reflection

_________________________________Smiling back at you.

©BBerry 10/5/15 12:49 AM

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Mother May I

Mother May I live life as I choose and I want
Free from the traditions of other people’s thoughts
Mother May I believe in my incredible self
Create what matters to me as my indomitable wealth
Mother May I love without restricted abandon
Regardless of color, creed, sex; free to love everyone
Mother May I accept others differences without judgment
Without fear, malice or unconscionable comments
Mother May I realize Unending connections from you to me
To unify this amazing world at last globally
Mother May I love for love’s sake
For it’s the everlasting cup that we all must partake

©BBerry May 1, 2015

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Manifesting April

A is for the appetite I have for what is not near

P is for the persistence with which I pursue it

R is for the rationalizations that fuels unknown fear

I is for the person for whom I choose to commit

L is for the internal love that I eternally hold dear

©BBerry 4/3/2015

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TO OFF END

To:
You say that you love me
But what if that’s just a trap, ploy to
Man-It-p-You-Late me!
I’m tired of your junk, all junk
Hell yeah…MY JUNK!
Let it go?
Let it God?
God just let me Go!
All that you are is screaming
Constantly
At me
And I can’t run
Run fast enough to escape
Sometimes the life I want most away from
Is yours!

Off:
Out of sorts and discombobulated
Everything’s twisted and tiring
Sleep rarely comes because it’s a wimp
Rejuvenates babies and fools but takes me
To a new day of hell around every corner
Hate, judgmental roarings of the over-privileged
While real people-heroes scamper silently in the dark
As if the ass, clothes, loves, finances of the “all important”
Matter more than my heart and ethical beliefs
I just need the TV to turn it all…
OFF!

End:
When does it, when will it get here?
What if I hastened it just a bit?
With a nosh of sugar, unprotected sex, fat, speed,
Excessively lying political pulchritude, shame, stress, anger
Truth!
How did I get here?
This is not my beautiful wife
This is not a life…

©BBerry 03/01/2015
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Wistful Lover

Whispering silence
Embrace coolness touch delight
Thrusting wind deeply

©BBerry6/15/13 4:52 AM
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Ownership

Who owns me?

Maybe the junk that clutters the house

Or the sentiment behind

Inside my home

Trinkets, gifts, pictures, furniture and clothes

The enslavement started

With the fallacy of need

Bigger, better…what everyone seeks

I remember my first apartment

Sleeping in the tub

Waiting for my friends to transport

My dog and my books

There were cast off chairs

From the mom of my friend

And the lovely echo

First independence portends

Who owns me in the midst o these things

I long for the freedom

A giant dumpster can bring

©BBerry January 4, 2015
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The Undeniable Lover

There’s no stopping this one
That pushes, prods, pulsates
All around us inside and out of us
Ever reaching, touching and coercing the orchestrations of our
Movements unrestrained
How to deny something that Dictionary.com calls:
Obligatory, binding, open and shut, sound…
Irrefutable!
The touch is caressing, yet firm and demanding inside my head
Guiding my own hands up, down, and everywhere
Encircling all the special tinglings of my soul
I am not in control, but I am not weak to the whiles of this lover
Which God made to transport me to the highest highs and deepest depths
Of heaven and hell.
This lover does not creep in the middle of the night, like a thief
This lover emboldens us to actions unforeseen in all forms of light
As the possession takes place
And the inebriating gyrations impregnate our soul with myriad versions of love
Uncontrolled
The sweetness of this perambulant vagabond, music glides on…

©BBerry

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Baby Chinook

It’s the unspoken cleansing of a chaotic mind
As the changeable forces brush vividly by
Tantalizing my ears, eyes, yet even my skin
With deafening whispers hidden within

It can start with a cyclone, flurry or flutter
Building weakly pressuring up to a duster
Ever ready to sing a scathing summer’s breeze
Serving Mother Nature’s invisible needs

I’m often warned of my moods mistral
With a word, a look, or a thought dismal
Gone is the complacent hope of fair weather
Replaced by the updraft of a boisterous Zephyr

Beware the tempestuous gale of my heart
With the thoughtless steps you would start
The loss of the treasured bond you forsook
Unleashing this baby snow-melting Tshinook

©BBerry 11/2/2014

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The Undeniable Lover

There’s no stopping this one
That pushes, prods, pulsates
All around us inside and out of us
Ever reaching, touching and coercing the orchestrations of our
Movements unrestrained
How to deny something that Dictionary.com calls:
Obligatory, binding, open and shut, sound…
Irrefutable!
The touch is caressing, yet firm and demanding inside my head
Guiding my own hands up, down, and everywhere
Encircling all the special tinglings of my soul
I am not in control, but I am not weak to the whiles of this lover
Which God made to transport me to the highest highs and deepest depths
Of heaven and hell.
This lover does not creep in the middle of the night, like a thief
This lover emboldens us to actions unforeseen in all forms of light
As the possession takes place
And the inebriating gyrations impregnate our soul with myriad versions of love
Uncontrolled
The sweetness of this perambulant vagabond, music glides on…

©BBerry

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