I want to be forgiven
for what I’m about to do
to you
catch and release
you’ll be guy number five
I’ll be your girl number two
your first
your last
your mystery
I want to be whipped
into shape
taught a lesson
fondled and driven
to madness
wined and dined
I said wined and dined
I said wined and dined
I said tell me
to put on a dress
I said ask me
to take down my hair
I said
I want to be whipped
into shape
I want to be tamed
lead me
guide me
I want a man
I’ve never seen a man
I’ve rarely seen a man
I thought I saw a man once
but he walked into the day
and by night he was all gone away
I saw a man once
who had It
I saw a man who
could tame me
but he didn’t want a thing
to do with this woman
with this body
with this piece of work
right here
I want to be forgiven
I want to be whipped
I want to be tamed
I want to be a girl
who is chased
but women like me
are so bold
so brass
women like me are
more of a man
than you’ll ever be
chew on that
and when
you’re a man
come back to me
cause I want to be
whipped
hard
I want to be tamed
and pregnant
I want to be
forgiven
Tag: Poetry
Anatomy of a Good Woman
Eyes that open wide
Nose that does not turn up
Mouth that speaks the truth
Neck that holds the head high
Arms that do good deeds
Stomach with high self-esteem
Legs that are faithful
Knees that bow in humility
Feet that travel freely
Mind that dares to dream
Anatomy of a Good Man
Eyes that see inner beauty
Nose that smells trouble
Mouth that chooses words carefully
Neck that strains to see the good in people
Arms that both build and cradle
Stomach that is grateful
Legs that know hard-work
Knees that still knock
Feet that see the sun
Mind that seeks the source
Secrets of the Moon
The scent of the river
emerges in spring and
at night like moon flowers,
evening primrose and the
married-mans thoughts of me
do
Things and people afraid of
the day, afraid of the
light cast upon their flaws
tip-toe to me and whisper
their wildest
desires
Johns and Janets and Williams
all point fingers, tease and mock
but their hidden agendas are far worse
than those of the prisoners
I laugh with the crescent moon
Smile with the dew
and dream, day and night
of this tortured life,
of me,
and
of you
Free vs. Me
I wish
I had
what I had before
I want
what is far ahead
I want it now
I desire
the moment
I had just today
I couldn’t feel a thing
I desire it forever
I need
the emotion
of midnight
I find myself
on my knees
in the dark
weeping a song
I need that to last forever
to not give way
to this headache
this boredom
the song
was romance
and I wooed myself
but
I’m caught in your web
you cast your net
you neglected your win
pulled at my arm
I yanked my own chain
I need
free
I need
me
but I’d rather
you not let
me be
don’t be mean
Poems by a Horny Small-Town Gal is Free Today!
Doors
For more than one year
I’d not acknowledged the doors
Now I see there are 6
Now I shut them behind me
Close off the world and
separate me from you
Now there are barriers in
our home
Borders
Lines in the sand
Energy spaces
Thirsty spaces
Now even you use the
doors too
Blog (Flop) Hop Reminder–Fri 3-15

A few days ago I invited you to hop on the Blog Hop, though I’ve heard from only a handful of you…a very…small…handful. I imagine that you, like me, are confused. I’m still confused! This is Blog Hop is much more difficult than, say, musical chairs, which is how blogging should be, easy! I mean, we all know monkeys could blog. This Blog Hop is like an f-ing equation–wait so I post now and five people post in seven days and I link back to five people who already posted so that the train has ten people but if you can only find three people then that’s fine but if two people jump off the train than how many pe–…
I’m about to call this Blog Hop the Blog Flop! But rather than give up, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to post my tailored instructions on my blog. My very simple tailored instructions. Instructions for monkey’s if-you-will. There’s no limit to the number of bloggers who can join. If you like the questionnaire, post it on your blog. What you’ll do is copy and paste the questionnaire in a post and invite your readers to do the same. Time-limit-splime-limit.
Ideally what this will do is assist the readers you already have in really getting the low-down on say your memoir or your soon-to-be-released historical fiction while introducing new readers to your major piece of work. If this sounds like a good deal to you, stay tuned for the Blog (Flop) Hop Instructions & Questionnaire which will be posted soon. I’d be pleased if some of my long-term readers could support the momentum of this author-chain my chiming in with a post. Thanks guys 🙂
Bear Mountain
In life, I like hills that are mountains but not so large the average person can’t climb ’em. Mountains not so large they get glaciers and avalanches. Not so high you need special gear. No, in life I like mountains for the Everyday Person. A mountain anyone can get to and
enjoy. Mountains with water, because life needs water. And better with water people bottle and call ‘Spring’. In life, I like mountains erupting with life. I like mountains with deer and duck and butterflies and bear. I like mountains with signs. Signs that are brown and green and read ‘Wilderness Area’ or ‘Preserve’. In life, I like places where us animals are free. Flat land is fine and the nose bleeds are few. But in life I like a mountain small enough to climb but large enough to name Bear.
Spirit Reigns
My Spirit is wild for love
It knows what it likes within seconds
There is the body
There is the mind
And then there is the Spirit
Spirit reigns
