IN TIMES LIKE THESE

I wrote this a while ago (7 years…?); how is it so appropo today?

Sometimes, I need to write a new poem. On days when I’ve cried, contemplated, or just gotten so tired of myself: this is prime time for poetry-writing (albeit, tears on the keyboard; not quite the same effect as tear-streaked ink on parchment!). However, in recent years especially, I’ve remembered a similar, even better poem lies in a blue folder, waiting to be posted.

IN TIMES LIKE THESE

I started missing my dancing days
real bad watching
slick chicks slither and grind
perfect bodies against
bright oiled sun
lathered boys waiting by the phone
lips parted impatient hello
and how about those times
when they all came running? Couldn’t
stop them from striding
up to my back wrap strong arms
around my skin
my long hair pressed tightly to chest
saying oh yes, I’ll be there
see you then for sure
and maybe just maybe
one would be real
stay longer than a day
a week a year
or nine
and I started to cry
remembering
that it all used to be
so easy, so fine

I wanted to scream:
oh, no! oh, no! oh, no no no! I’m not the one

who can make it happen now
I’m on a slow ride
nowhere to go no friend to disgrace
when the man she wanted
ran to my hallowed place

remembering
how I started to dream
of one who could love me
in times like these not so easy
not so fine falling up getting down

in times like these can’t quite seem
to slither or grind
except in the corners of my mind
with a slow come-hither
smile to my Beloved

(c) 2013 Lady Diane Randall

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Amazing, Tiger, Power

My (abridged) comment to Great Gatsby Luxury who posted the above picture:

What raw, perfect animal power… to take that in, to feel it – not as a sense of violence, but as an instinctual sense of survival that probably evolved into or incites a sense of righteousness in the human realm. But, as in the animal world, who is right? Who is wrong? As human “beings,” we can inhale that power, feel it coursing through our “inner body” (Eckhart Tolle), and use it to create words, photographs, paint, dance; to express all that rages within until we integrate our experience with the whole of creation. As always, synchronicity abounds; through these metaphors, and especially the poem, one may deduce that I felt dis-empowered today (partly through actions of others, partly through my illusory need of reaction/response). Tiger medicine needs no petty quips to teach what it knows. It needs no overt display of power; it is the harmonizing of fearlessness and truth, that we need only to walk with our heads held high and live the Truth of our being, which is Love. And to those who cannot or will not see it, they have their paths to walk, albeit blind, angry, and deep down inside, afraid of everything. When the tiger roars, it usually wakes them (us!) up! 

PostScript: I seem to be having quite a time posting my new comment and poem onto this page, therefore, I shall make a new post which corresponds to this photograph posted by Great Gatsby Luxury (of WordPress fame!).  Thank you.

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