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Browsing Tag: #badpoetry
“You are moonlight,” I told himPresent and dependableCalming above all elseThe peace it brings knowing it will be there tonightEven if nothing else willThe moon is not often showyIt is humble Orbiting EarthLetting her steal the showShining as a backlightBut with an irresistible pullWhole or partial Even when it cannot be seenIt is feltIt is powerfulIt is unstoppable There is no such thing as too much moonlight You cannot burn from itIt will not blind youIt just lights the wayIt guides baby turtles homeIt is in every bedtime storyIt is stalwart And steadyIt is not fickleOr vainMoonlight is romanticAnd I feel the pull nowTo just let itWhere would I goWhat would I doDrownIn the things I cannot sayIn the daylightWe must wait for the moonAnd the moon Will wait for us…
I have wished forSkinnier legsPerfect visionClearer skinBetter math skillsA flatter stomachStraight hairLonger hairLess hairMore manageable hair all aroundOr at least no frizzI have wished forA less demanding jobA windfall of moneyA helicopterFor things I’ve already procuredI have wished forSunny skies And rainy daysA broken heart to mendDifferent endingsA dog to live longerBetter barbeque sauceNo speeding ticketAs I topped 100I have wished forIsland vacationsNo snakesMore comfortable shoesA meeting with Sturgill SimpsonA phone callAnd to simply go homeI have wished forPeople to changePeople to stay the samePeople to stayPeople to goPeople to disappearTo forgetAnd forgiveI have wished for many thingsSome I gotSome I prayed forSome I worked forSome that aren’t within my reachBut that never kept me from wishingFor one more thingAnd I hopeWishes are like pennies That they turn upJust when you need one…
I’m that girl.The one that still prefers to be called “girl”Although clearly it would be totally appropriateTo address me as ma’amI’m still holding on to the pastWith my dyed hairAnd my funky jewelryAnd the bright clothesI still want to be That GirlWho drinks beer on patiosAnd rides with the top downAnd Guns-n-Roses blaringI want to be noticedAnd appreciatedAs ME.I am That GirlWho still can’t do sums in her headAnd doesn’t hesitate to order dessert And happily abandons responsibilites in favor of a good bookI’m the girl who will exercise by throwing a ball for her dogOr swimming in the lakeOr meandering up the mountain just to eat a bag of Chex Mix at a waterfallI don’t want to hurry I want to LOOKAnd SEEAnd DOAll the things I’m not supposed to have time forI’m That GirlWho doesn’t like crowdsWho would rather stay homeAnd eat Chinese on china platesIn front of the TVThan some fine dining establishment where you feel obligated to tip 30% Even though service was less than mediocreAnd your baked potato was coldAnd your salad was warmI’m That GirlWho cries at the National AnthemWho believes in working for what you getWho wants to know how you feel about LIFEI’m That Girl behind the keysBehind the wordsBehind the times…
