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HARSH HONEY

“GIRLS!” {artwork; “Girl Barista [Girlista!] Making Coffee, Yea!”} November 4, 2017.

GIRLS! (pause)

They’re always (pause)

Doin’ (pause)

Stuff,

To keep-us (pause)

Awake (pause)

And imbalanced enough!

So they (pause)

Can manipulate Our feeble frames!

And gossip a bunch,

Just usin’ their brains!

And “compete” with us – and ALWAYS WIN!

And, as-a-last-ditch-effort,

Accuse us o’ sin!

Because –

Just-one-whiff, And we’re “out of it!″

“See,” she says; (pause)

“You’re just-a-half-wit!”

But, y’know, we love ‘em; they keep “perspectives,”

On all of life’s “Heavenly Directives!!!”

They DO remind us, from death until birth,

We’re a bunch o’ animals, scratching this Earth!

fin. ❤

However, y’know, now-(that)-I’ve-written-these-things:

WE DO remind them –

That that you do have Angel wings

FIN

Artist: Jfastereft Modern Impressionist Art

All art is available as POSTERS

Enquiries: mmblue480@outlook.com

Robert Frost’s “A Dream Pang”

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—
He must seek me would he undo the wrong
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide
But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.

“The Heart of a Woman,” a poem by Georgia Douglas Johnson

The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,
As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,
Afar o’er life’s turrets and vales does it roam
In the wake of those echoes the heart calls home
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars