Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[PoeticWitch]

Thoughts and dreams
Floating in my mind
Sparks firing
As my imagination
Runs wild
I cannot focus
They will not come together
To create a story
That all might enjoy
Holy Mother!
Help me to direct my thoughts
Into something productive
I just want to share the beauty
That I see in my mind
With all who might listen
Help my bring it all together
For me as well as them
As above, so below
Blessed be

[PoeticWitch]

Hello from the other side
I have tried calling many times
But the wires aren't reliable here
A place like no other
Neither heaven or hell
I just wanted to apologize
To the family I left behind
I was only human when I walked on that side
I made many mistakes in my short lifetime
I wasn't the best that I could be
It might have looked like I never tried
But believe me I did
But I realize now it wasn't enough
For all of you and even me
So please accept my apology
In the next life I will endeavor to be better
Maybe we will meet again
In the next lifetime

[PoeticWitch]

Your mind!
I love your mind!
How quick witted you are!
But never cruel!

Your mind!
Your mind tickles mine!
Inciting the sparks to fly!
The banter almost orgasmic!

Your mind!
Your mind so beautiful!
Like a new kind if flower!
A flower of every changing colours!

Your mind!
Your mind so beautiful!
So wonderful that I want to pet it!
So wonderful, I just want to eat it up!

[PoeticWitch]

I am of an age
A woman of an age
When everything starts
To show the world
That gravity works
All to well

I am of an age
A woman of an age
When I might be taken seriously
If it wasn't for that
HUGE UGLY word
Menopausal

I am of an age
A woman of an age
And of a size
That society thinks
To be ignored
To be put aside

I am of an age
A woman of an age
I will not be put to the side
To be forgotten
I am a force to reckoned with
Unforgettable and unstoppable

I am of an age
A woman of an age
I have come far
And have farther still to go
I have earned my wrinkles
With laughter and tears

I am of an age
A woman of an age
Where my wisdom
Will get me far
But my attitude
Will get me farther

I am of an age
A woman of an age
I have been the maiden
I have been the mother
I am of an age
The crone do I manifest


I am of an age
A woman of an age
A Golden Age

[PoeticWitch]

Crying in my room
Crying in the shower
Crying and hiding
Ripping apart
Tearing apart
Breaking apart
Crying in the morning
Crying in the afternoon
Crying at night
Shattering like glass
Crumbling like stone
Splintering like wood
Crying in my mind
Crying in my heart
Crying in my soul
Begging silently
Imploring silently
Silently asking
For help
For support
Just for a little comfort
Falling away
Sliding away
Plunging down in to the abyss
Feeling invisible
Feeling disoriented
Feeling as if my SELF is vanishing
Body hurting
Mind hurting
Soul hurting
Please someone
Save me
From myself

[PoeticWitch]

Heart beating
Breath escaping
Head bopping
To the beat
Feet moving
Hands waving
Body swaying
To the music
My toes
Can feel
The very soul
Of the Mother
Under my feet
The Mother
Is calling
Calling
Me home
Pushing
This wild feeling
Through
My whole entire body
Like the blood
That flows through my veins
The mothers call
Urges me home
Dancing wildly
Singing to my heart and soul
I can never escape
Home
She calls to me
Like a warm bed
On a cold winters night
Like a moth to the flame
I am listening Mother
I am going
Going
Gone
To find my home
It is time to heal
It is time to mend
It is time to be reborn
To recharge my batteries
I am listening Mother
I am going
Going
Gone

[PoeticWitch]

Once upon a time
There was a girl
I knew her well
Her name was Poet
And a poet she was
Writing and musing
Of everyday things
Poems of love abound
More poems though
Of noodles
Of seasons
Of colors
Of friendship
And of course heartache
She put to pen
Every thought
To pass through her mind
Some were beautiful
Eloquent even
Others were weird
Weird and demented
Some even perverted
But then she was a poet
And truly poets
Know the perversions of the world
For the perverse
Make good fodder
For poetry

[PoeticWitch]

I lay myself down
Praying for dreams
Praying for the sweetest of dreams
Sweet dreams are made of these
But not for me
The Night Mares are stampeding
Through my dreams
Trampling the fields
The fields of love, life, and laughter
They surround me
Stamping their hooves
Fire in their eyes
Smoke coming out in puffs
From their noses
I spin in circles
Looking for a path of escape
But there is no way for me
To escape the rampaging Night Mares
They raise up
And down they come
Crushing me with their hooves
Breaking and smashing my bones
Overwhelming me with fear and pain
That follows me into the light of day
As I wake covered in a cold sweat
My heart beating so hard
I cannot catch my breath
As I cannot wipe the Night Mares from my mind

[PoeticWitch]

Enough
When is enough, enough?
So tired of words
Upon words upon words
Of how we as humans
Should be this way or that
But never shows in our actions
We as humans have a choice
To be of a loving nature
Or to be of a wicked nature
Choice is what makes us, us
Humans
What is human nature?
Truly?
Do we have it in our nature
To be altruists?
Or are we truly beasts?
Hidden in skins of a human
When is enough, enough?
Our own Police are being used
Used as soldiers of yesteryear's
To drive the Natives of this land
From this land
Down a trail of tears
Once again
When is enough, enough?
When we as humans
Have the right to cause pain and death
To any living creature
Be it cat, dog, elephant, or whale
When is enough, enough?
Where is God with his righteousness?
Why does he allow children to be abused
And murdered?
When is enough, enough?
When is enough, enough?
When is enough, enough?

[PoeticWitch]

Do we fight?
Or lay down to die?
Do we get up swinging?
Or just keep getting kicked?

I am on my knees
Praying for an anwer
From the Almighty
Or my fellow human beings

Waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer
Am I worth it?

Does your life matter?
More than mine?
Whose life is more important?
A man, or a woman, or even a child?

Do we fight today?
Or do we lay down to die tomorrow?
Do we fight for our lives?
Or do we get kicked to death?

I am waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer from humanity
Is there such a thing as compassion?

How much is a life worth?
Is there a price tag?
How much is my life worth?
Or a man, or a woman, or even a child.

Do we fight tomorrow?
Or did we die yesterday?
Do we fight for the lives of those who are to come?
Or do will we kick ourselves for our own stupidity?

I am waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer from the powers up high
Will we survive?

[PoeticWitch]

Which witch is which?
I am a poetic witch
A sensitive witch
A witch of fine design
An artistic witch
A mouthy witch
A political witch.. sometimes
A mental witch
A menopausal witch
An animal loving witch
A witch who lacks patience for those who judge without knowing
A witch is a *itch of course
But only on days that end in y
I am a witch with a morbid sense of humor
Or so I am told.
As a witch I am not green
No warts, but maybe some moles
I have a broom that is in my closet
For I am a clean witch
I do fly the night sky
In my dreams looking for friends and family
A witch who thinks that the Goddess helps those
Who help themselves
A witch such as me will protect the ones I love
And curse those who try to hurt me or mine
A white witch I am not
A black witch I will never be
But my gray robes do not define me
As the Goddess loves me for me