So What, I’m Fat

I get fat, complacent

I sit on my fat ass

Watched my cats

And some good TV

Sat till I was nutty as a bat out of hell

When one’s in pain – can yell

Or pretend to feel well - do what I did to quell

Sat there, had a chat, ate a latke

Behaved very eclat and got very fat

Embarrassed now to show my fat self

I put myself on the shelf

Being fat is like being accepted to a fraternity

You never asked to belong to

Fatism is allowed, society is

OK to be prejudiced against fatties

I take off my hat to skinnies

Everyone avoids fat people

Like being attacked by plague of gnats

So many pounds, lost and found

Promise to turn over a new leaf

Then I stray from after weigh in

It’s the bane of my existence

Not recognized as true disease

I relay my sorrow, no headway

Not as well known as ADD

I convey my apologies

Think it’s the result of foul play

Each Passover I pray

Over and over again

If only I lose 10 pounds

I’ll be rolling in clover

Three Published Haikus by Bear Creek Haiku

Bear Creek Haiku published the following three haikus in their March Publication.

Figure Eights

Trees, white cotton clouds

Float by, I sit, absorb sounds

Nature's noise abounds

City noise melts me

Smelts me into submission

Does silence exist?

Is This Love?

Strings pull at my heart

A marionette Ping-Pong

Time to sing a song

Morning Routine

Miss morning java

Love my bittersweet coffee

What can take its place?

Spit Poetic Love and Life’s Shit Splits

Spit Poetic Love and Life’s Shit Splits

Be the love you want to give

Give love to live life

Let love dissipate strife

Let love give and get love

Love who you’re with

If you can’t be with whom you love

Give it all you’ve got

A pep talk on love

Be who you want to love

Wish you’d stop shoving me away

A voice from above

My true love

Live the love you want to give

Be the love you want to get

See love I give

Give love I get

Be the love I see

Give the love I want to be

Can’t control thoughts and feelings that come through me

Can control what I do about them

Can’t be who you expect me to be

Can only be who I am

I am talking to the picture framer, Igball when artist lady interrupts my flow.

Artist lady says to me, “Hey wait, you’re speaking about the artist guy, the one with the scars across his face.”

Oh my, I say to myself in my head.

Aloud I reply, “He’d be so angry to have you define him that way, ‘by scars that line his face.’”

“How’d you meet?” asked Igball.

“I went to meet him to watch him paint. Guards chased him away from the sidewalk where he painted. I wanted him to paint where he wanted to, and he asked me to speak to the guards. So I spoke to them to protect his rights.”

“Another guard came to talk to me, not the one who’d chased Enrico away. He said, ‘I saw you earlier painting on the street when I came to work. I recognized you by your scars.’

“Enrico went off. ‘You recognized me by my scars. How are my scars relevant to this situation? Now I know you’re violating my human rights.’ I didn’t see his scars. I looked into his eyes. His eyes looking back into mine mesmerized me. It wasn’t until the guard pointed them out that I saw his scars.”

“Oh I do hope you won’t tell him what I said,” artist lady said, “I just wanted to identify him. He’s very beautiful.” She said, “Gorgeous, don’t get me wrong. Then I went home and cried all night.”

I listened to her, looked in her eyes and died a little more inside.

“You’d cry more if you were me,” I said.  “He has a mean streak. He told me, ‘Blame my parents who abused me.’ I want to report his father and mother for abuse but every state has different laws, and in Los Angeles, it’s too late to report. They got away with it. I hang out with him and he gets angry very easy, every little thing sets him off, becomes an offense. If he heard you now he’d get very angry like he did when the guard said he recognized him by his scars.”

“Well, please don’t tell him,” she pleaded.

I wrote it all here instead.

Igball stared in my eyes and saw me, ‘the me’ who I feel I am.

Dream Love

Felix stares deep into my eyes
leans towards me,
it's a dream
I stare back into

Sweet almond eyes

Presses his lips to mine

Kisses my lips gently,

Lips slightly apart

Total eclipse of my art,

My too-kind heart

I was never smart in love

And attraction, men are an alien faction

My private eye –shy daddy mack,

Always take him back

The second kiss, a photo in my mind's eye

I feel that kiss now

See his face as though were today,

Eyes lock in embrace

He bends his head toward me

I raise my head, anticipate

Lost in one another’s gaze

Says his one little phrase

Like a photo, stays glued in my memory

One kiss so sweet; cherished reveries

My Daddy likes no man who wants me

And even he sang Felix’s praises

“He really loves you,” he says

Stamped, signed and delivered

His face and eyes moving towards mine

Gently press his lips to mine,

See it as if it was two clear photos,

Shown in two different angles

A photo I see with closed eyes

Even if I were to be blind

It will remain clear in my mind

A sensory delight, exemplary levity

A memory that never lived

So can’t survive

A dream delight withstands time

Forever I see the photo in my mind

I won an award!!!!!!

I won an award from The Academia for my spoken word piece, “Gimmee Money.” Dubblex and I collaborated on the music for this. I wrote the words. Below is the list of winners in all categories plus a link to my song. I redid for the submission. 

 

http://www.theakademia.com/winners4/

 

http://www.theakademia.com/february2016_bestsong_spokenword4.html

                        

 This is what their judges wrote on the website. When you go to the website above -2nd link, you will see it plus right below you can listen to the song. 

'Gimmee Money’ calls on shiveringly intimate spoken word talent and a funk-infused beat to leave a vital impression with the listener.'

Joy Leftow 

Bloody Sunday

When I told Robin I’d been recently hospitalized for intestinal hemorrhaging, she replied, “Age!” with an exclamation mark at the end.

Death gets us all at the bitter end, gets me, all my friends, my enemies.

Death claimed my best friend

Death follows me wherever I go

Along with age come thoughts of death

Know it’s coming, just not when. Wonder when we’ll breathe our last breath.

Realize mortality, no consequence if you lived slowly or fast

Our bodies not meant to last

All headed to the same ultimate destination

No avoiding this destiny, the roads you can’t out travel or unravel

Even those who last long

Say a little prayer for me

Meet their final demise, foe or friend

No one lasts, can’t outlive eventual age and then we find death or death finds us.

Either way could meet us.

Death defeats all

Death, our detonator,

We are one subversive nation under a godless nation

Each nation more fearless than the last

Bent on our destruction

Life a flamboyant dream – a mirror reality

Intend to wake up, find a new reality

Behavior more meaningful then worship

Of a God who doesn’t see

Look and See

Fears within

Domination cravings go both ways

Someone to lead, someone to follow

For livelihood or family

Not all of us have a choice

Life and death are abominations

Live and survive in illusion, idealization, analyzation, expectations, and explanations.

Nothing explains away inhumanity like fame and money combined

I want someone to get rid of our debt to China. Don’t want to live in the grace of their handouts and products we’re forced to consume, without knowledge of the cruelty involved in making them. I am tired of the cruelty of sweatshops where my crocs are made or clothes, tired of the cruelty in food production.

I want someone to stop the pain, someone who will hear the poor’s pleas about healthcare.

Someone to get rid of the lobbyists. As long as this system exists, the monetarists persist.

I want a government by the people, for the people, including the selected protected wealthy beyond words, minority.

We need a little enlightenment to destroy cruelty.

Live like architects of ourselves, build from bottom up.

Create a new society of enlightenment,

form a government for the people, by the people.