Verse, Poetry, Lyric

Reflections

I thought of you today.
As my day began.

I thought of you sitting in your playhouse
Sipping your lemonade
Hair flowing freely
Dimpled cheeks, freckles, crooked smile and all.
Laughing freely as you played house with your dollies
All while twirling about in your silky yellow sundress and Mary Janes.

I thought of you today.
As my day began.

Wounded Child

“Mama…”

She doesn’t say the words, but you still hear them: “not now, sweetie. Mama’s busy.”

You know better than to reach out for her. Your hands are already stinging. Better to keep them by your side where they can’t annoy anybody.

Still, the need aches at you.

“I told you, I’m busy,” she doesn’t say.

You try to be a good girl and pull away, but your heart doesn’t listen; it still reaches out despite knowing it’s not allowed.

The yelling gets louder. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I was busy. Stop being a bother.”

When I Grow Up

They told me
I could be
Anything I wanted
Asked me what
I meant to be
When I grew up
When I told them
"I want to be a mommy!"
They changed their tune
"You can't be a mommy
You can only be a daddy!"
My life could be
A consolation prize
And then they wonder
Why I don't know me

A Collection of My Poetry

Author's note: The poems presented below are the copyrighted works of Ronald Heyward Bailey, Junior, known here on Big Closet under the pseudonym of Haylee V. If you have found them on any sites other than poetry.com (now lulu.com) or here, then you are reading pirated copies.

For Marcus
(c) 2001

Too many nights of eating cold Taco Bell burritos
And getting drunk off of cheap wine and tequila & coke

Turn to Girl

Author's Note: These alternate song lyrics just came to me and I had to share. They're too good not to share. I hope at least some of you enjoy this as much as I do.

Turn to Girl
by Terry Volkirch

(sung to the tune of Turn to Stone by ELO)

An older, somewhat brittle man
(Still young at heart and full of life)
I stay in shape because I can (yearning, yearning)

Strange magic hit my body good
(Turned me into someone new)
And in my room my body stood
In my pink world

I am me and you are you

You and me are very different.
We always have been and always will.
Your words, fists and feet will never make me you
Just face it, I’m not like you

You call me queer,
You call me a paedo,
You smash your fists into my face
Yet I’m still not like you so what’s the point eh?

Yes, I like to dress as a woman,
What’s so wrong in that? Will it condemn me to spend eternity in hell?
Just because you don’t do not make me bad.
Despite all your bullying, I’m still here.

This Halloween - A Short Poem

This Halloween
By Barbara Lynn Terry

The witches sabbat is this Halloween
It behooves us to be seen
In our favorite scary garb
To keep the ghosts and goblins and witches at bay
Also, the werewolves, monsters and vampires
Lest they devour us little by little.
So, on this Halloween day,
Let us aspire
Not to perspire
Lest we be found out
That we are not a ghost, goblin, monster, vampire or witch
While we are out and about.

TG Limerick Day 2016

TG Limerick Day

May 12 was National Limerick Day because it is the birthday of Edward Lear, who is credited with popularizing that poetic form in his Book of Nonsense, published in 1846.

So I decided to compose a few TG limericks for today.

1. There once was a boy from Purdue,
Who thought he was really a Sue.
She put on a skirt, turned into a flirt,
And sings in a café near you.

A Soldiers Christmas Poem

A Soldiers Christmas Poem

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The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,

A song in my head

Just a little something that popped in my head yesterday:

I always wake up with a song in my head
I always wake up with a melody in my head
I always wake up with Melody in my head
I always wake up with this girl in my head
Who can make her wishes come true?
Who can make her come true?

Bleeding

Bleeding

Author’s note. This is a poem that popped into my head today. Its gonna be tough, as it deals with sexual abuse. Please be careful reading it.

(I cant do music, but imagine a soft, sad guitar playing while you read this)

I’m ... bleeding ...

just when he entered me

Bleeding ...

never will be free

Bleeding ...

cant let anyone see

Bleeding ...

what he made of me

Bleeding ...

and no one can ever know

Bleeding ...

so its go on with the show

Pegasus Lands (One thousand four hundred and eighty eight days)

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Image courtesy of a an extremely gifted artist, YuliaPW at Deviantart

Funny we should be looking at poetry on TED this evening. It just so happens that….

I think I'd never look back

I think I'd Never Look Back

Author’s note: This is based on "I think I’d have a heart attack", which you can find a version of here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xR0HrrIXjBk

I always had my defences up
never could admit who I was
because if I ever did that
I know I could never look back

Always knew that I had to hide
Always had to try to be a guy
Never talk about what I want
Even though it made life so tough

Ø Hope

I just want to say that I rarely am capable of writing much. This is also the only place I feel I can share some of my feelings because I can't deal with how the few friends or family I have would act seeing some of the feelings I keep hidden away from them.

ps: that Ø symbol is from math, it represents an empty set. it just felt like a way for me to say "No Hope" without using the word no, or empty or lack of. I know, I'm weird.

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