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theblazingpoetess · 1 day

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Weeds

Look for the weeds disguised as flowers;

They'll wither away before the seeker's eyes.

Sly stalks, intimidated by nature's bouquet.

Sick at the root, grown by bitter soil.

Gorgeous florets offering candid, fragrant forays,

Giving much more than false, stagnant weeds.

Look to the pollinators instead;

They know which petals are of their worth.

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theblazingpoetess · 1 day

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Little Girl

Little girl, don't fear your anger.

I know you see the way it shakes him.

Oh, little girl, that anger is yours,

But was never yours to carry.

Little girl, little girl, let that anger be yours.

Your anger does not equate to his.

Let yourself roar with freedom;

That voice of fire.

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theblazingpoetess · 1 day

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Untitled Haiku

sun splitting faces,

wheels in motion turning back,

all my light; we meet.

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theblazingpoetess · 14 days

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I Wish I Had

I wish I had your heritage, I wish I had your smile.

I wish I had your grace, I wish I had your style.

I wish I had your passion, I wish I had your lust.

I wish I had your absent mind and All that I can barely muster;

I wish I had that curvy hip, I wish I had those god-given lips.

I wish I had more than enough, I wish I had your good luck.

I wish I had all these things Of which I can’t yet grasp.

And most of all, I wish I had you, too.

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theblazingpoetess · 17 days

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"No"

they took my "no," spit

it out, shoved hard down raw throat

rough, silencing voice.

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theblazingpoetess · 18 days

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Unexpected Invitation

You; crawling inside yourself, deflecting to save. Darkness; your unlikely dressing. I tempered myself to move past this hostage situation, Breaking through glass, shattering the scene.

Running down wooden steps — gritty, slatted chocolate bars on sand — making an exit. White dress, splattered with blue splotches and bitter tears, Injured by your lour sentiments alone.

The great mountain in the distance beckoning my explosion; Watery waves asking me to recycle this broken phase.

I did not know I would meet our mutual here, Breaking up the night with an unexpected invitation.

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theblazingpoetess · 21 days

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The Cafe

I sit in this cafe and

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I watch time pass by,

Measured by the emptying teapot fore my eyes.

I see the azure of the sea in The mural outside the glass.

I'm reminded of a winter holiday

Spent in sun-laden Sicilia.

In two places at once;

This quaint Welsh cafe and

Last season's sunny siesta.

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theblazingpoetess · 23 days

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The Hummingbird

She drinks and drinks and drinks

That sweet nectar to satisfy her sins.

She drinks and drinks and drinks

Some more to quench her thirst of what she hasn't forgotten.

And so, the hummingbird

Drinks and drinks and drinks

To reprimand her guilty acts.

Drinking in more to fill her conscience with

That forbidden sweet nectar, opening her up so wide

The spirits get to her saccharine soul.

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theblazingpoetess · 24 days

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Split Atom

Worn on the back of my left hand,

1 doubled to a greater 2.

Tiny brown spot;

Unlikely, mismatched twins.

Split dark atom on

Scarred pale beige wall.

Buttery skin melting;

Lopsided, misshapen mirrors.

Reflection of humanity

Leaving their marks.

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theblazingpoetess · 26 days

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Glowing Home

The tides are turning,

Directing me back westward;

Trusting in my compass.

The house in my dream in 2018,

Glowing with the creative power in its walls.

Whispers from the ginger-haired sailor,

Clothed in royal robes, standing to my right.

He tells me: "Knock on the door."

Speaking in different tongues,

Mischievous smile flashing open,

Implying safety is found in the fall.

Six years later, I know I belong;

This is where I must go -- I knew all along.

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theblazingpoetess · 29 days

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Swastikas at Llangennech

Hard hat on the earthen mat,

Deadwood between the sandalwood trunks.

Oak in the centre field,

Sheep family running from the tracks.

Dilapidated treehouse -- slides awry,

Pair of goats watching on standby.

Synchronicities with Surrey cats,

Six herons on the ground; one more, above.

Kids in white cool girl sunglasses and Dryrobe,

Leftover Starbucks on the table.

The girl in front of me is my anxious mirror,

Scanning her book with paperweight eyes.

In the dark of the tunnel,

I see the swastikas at Llangennech.

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theblazingpoetess · 1 month

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Morning Disruption

anger splattered the

bathroom fixings in concealed

beige makeup, unclosed.

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theblazingpoetess · 1 month

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Dream-Catcher

You were in my dream on Saturday's first breath.

Last I checked, we were out in

The midnight expanse,

Metal machine birds buzzing

Above our heads, illuminating

The mountainous skyline ahead.

Pitch black sight; us, the only two lights,

Remaining under the powers of

A dizzying force field.

Left our bodies at the base,

Travelled onward into space.

I didn't feel the need for the chase --

You erased the haste that ached.

On that weekend morn,

Standing face-to-face on the beach,

Eyes darting to avoid the pace.

Voices fading, garbling into strange communicates.

I replayed your message,

Switching up the frequency, called you

By a new number, tuning into your radio wave;

The ocean's magnetic transmission in your name.

Sunlight emitting from our smiles,

I engage in this hopeful redial.

Time at a standstill;

Momentary mental calibration, rewinding.

I and the girl across the bay

Disappear without a trace

Upon the heat of daybreak.

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theblazingpoetess · 1 month

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(Title in Progress)

Sunday, Mother's Day.

Magnanimous New Moon;

A symbol of this fateful day.

This is the weekend

I found out

Why my mother is so disturbed;

Why I am so disturbed, in turn.

A dramatic retelling from the

Aunt who only comes around at

The dawning of spring and autumn.

(Don't ask why -- the Earth knows better than I.)

The woman woven of darker wool,

Unraveling still from childhood horrors,

Sharing her stories with those bearing

Keen hearts and open minds.

My mother's fear is near and dear,

Steering her clear of all who do wrong.

This landed on me, unjustly so,

Providing me with constant unease.

Born from a consciousness anew;

Radical perspective turning over on fresh ivory paper.

I know my origin, no longer dressed in disguise.

I am my mother's daughter, and that is no surprise.

The tale of two sisters in 2024 remake,

Pouring into a vacant cup of empty cognition,

Filled to the brim with present-day enlightenments.

The bygone eras leave shadow trails of previous generations,

Sweetly revealed in secretive revelations,

Formed by inconspicuous relations.

I have been rebirthed by this affectation,

Providing my anxious subconscious with a reason for this

Atrocious condemnation of my own maternal succession.

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theblazingpoetess · 2 months

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I Am a Strong Woman

*A submission for an Instagram contest.

In my upbringing, narcissistic figures dressed up as

So-called ‘strong women,’ self-appointed

Heroes in their own self-inflicted battles, crying victim,

Armed with psychological weapons of malice and disaster.

I learned to stand on my own two feet,

Raising myself up from the ground of the earth.

Not much to anchor to, other than remnants of

Broken attachments and spun-out cinematic dramas.

These 22 years, I have been my source of strength.

Planting fertile seeds, nurturing these

Green beauties, and watching them grow.

Now, I call myself a strong woman, making myself a

Personal role model; hopefully, inspiring other women who may be

On a path of my past, many a year.

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theblazingpoetess · 2 months

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The Professor

The professor:

Once said women who played a certain instrument just wouldn't make it.

All lost causes, the lot of them.

Befriended female students to get their attention and acceptance;

Fitting in with the crowd. (An insecure teenager in adult's clothing.)

Picked favourites from the group for special favours.

Couldn't hinder laughter when speaking

Inappropriate, degrading statements.

Utilised a favourite tool, public humiliation, in a sugar-coated voice.

Chose the chosen ones on social media to form an insiders group.

The professor was a woman.

Now, reverse the gender. Was this appropriate?

Internalised misogyny, coming out to play.

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theblazingpoetess · 2 months

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Shiny People

MLM queen in her boudoir screen,

Every reel is a gleaming scheme.

Catch her if you can!

She’s the next big thing.

Combatting T&Cs – and privacy –

Like a bullet-dodging fiend.

Responsibility comes so easily,

Almost a curse to be so weak, it seems.

“If I cry on camera,

Will it ease my pain,

Bringing me fame,

Absolving the blame?”

In legal ties with her abuser,

So, naturally, her reputation zooms.

Therapising the masses;

Sedating with marketing

Slogans, beguile.

Selling lies and hostile eyes,

I see the snake oil running through her mind.

One more credential,

Another shiny award

Added to the list; she’s a trophy wife

Climbing in clients’ disingenuous hives.

Spinning stories to

Make up for regret.

Better yet, don’t let

Them see you sweat!

How sad to be so disconnected,

You see one’s intuition as a threat.

Rest in peace, bereft queen,

You’re not mean – just a little obscene.

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