Forgotten History

Sat upon greed
mounds of disregard
tearing down 
bowing down
coward
liar
cheat.
No longer running
bunkering down
building a wall
around his nest
believing
trusting 
that this would not be his last stand.
Door crashing
heavy boots
baby cries
swatting
waving
screaming denial
while 
everyone stops to stare.
Behind bars
terror turns……
hatching
devising
a new tomorrow
once he received his release.
Watched the world did
crazy
deluded
nuclear melt down.
When last lock snicks in place
turn forward
forgive
never forget
for there will always come
another who blusters wrong.
Feb. 18/19
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Untitled Poem #7

Talk talk talk
circle around the truth
stories told
embellished
lies believed 
until they become a part of history.
 
Since time in memoriam
men have written
rewritten
retold
tales
changing them to make their wrongs
their ills
their evils
appear to be sane
intelligent
judicious.
Steamroll over anyone
who disagrees
argues
disputes the facts
nay
of men
who believe they are
saving a world
they themselves have destroyed.
Earth trembles
lave explodes
mountains fall at their feet.
Oceans are polluted
spreading disease
eradicating species
while searching for the almighty dollar.
A time will come
people will rise
overturn
rescind
the privileges given
to these obsolete dinosaurs
spouting
greed
industrilization
money money money.
As heathens of times passed
burned at the stake
heretics
who demanded more
better
services from those who were in charge
so too shall great men fall
while the world laughs at their fate.
November 17/18
Photo by Samuel Zeller on Unsplash

History

Lips meeting
tongues caressing
body to body
we yield.
The scent of you
the aroma of me
combined
is heady to the senses.
Caresses light
fingers trail across skin
heat follows each touch
as moans fill the air.
The times we have together
redolent of past lives
for we fit
two pieces of a puzzle
unlike with anyone ever before.

Dark Night

We stand upon a precipice
of time
which seems to be in reverse
not moving forward.
Dictators are the new regime
eschewing allies
clasping hands
with any who add to the coffer.
No longer can we neglect
concerns
worries
rage
that reside in those with heart.
Squabble no more
we must unite
or time will fall backwards
into the dark night.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 22/18

Fade Away

Standing

looking outward

seeing only markers

fluorescent orange flags

flutter in the wind

as the square shrinks inwards.

I stare upwards

seeing shapes within the clouds

it is better than looking around me

seeing the moiety

which is so unfair.

At one time we all shared

we all cared

but no longer is that true

as each one fights for a bigger piece of the pie

and I am left struggling alone here.

Soon the space I stand within

will be overrun

stolen away

by the cruelty of man’s desire

for having more

regardless of how it is acquired.

With so little left to conquer

with so little left to divide

I watch in silence as the plains shatter

a tear falling

scalding

and I disappear.

Picture via: Photo by Tommy Lisbin on Unsplash

 

 

 

He’s back…….

Picture is one of my own.

I have had a really good week. Short as it was only a 32 hour work week. Work has been humming along. I am getting things done. I am getting ready for my 2 weeks vacation at the end of August. I have been exercising on a regular basis. And beginning to see results.

So despite my promise to myself that I was not going to drink until September 10th, I decided that I would have a glass of wine to celebrate my week. I even discussed it with mom. Deciding that if I was going to fail and fall off the wagon, I would rather do it now, while T is gone rather than when he is here to be disappointed by my lack of control.

So I had that first glass of wine while I made supper. Checking emails and yes it went down nice and smooth. I decided to have another with dinner. I never did finish that second glass of wine on Thursday evening. Was in bed and asleep just shortly after 8 p.m. Awoke in the morning with that taste in my mouth and a sense of relief. As nice as that first glass had been, having quit cold, I realize I do not need nor crave it as I had been just a month ago.

Friday I rocked it out. Woke up at 4, looked at the clock and thought I can get up now. (This in response to my awakening at 12 and thinking I could get up.) I cleaned the house and had my laundry done before 6 a.m. Than I waited for 9 as I was doing shopping. Back to school and grocery. My day was amazing. And again, I was in bed early.

Yesterday was a typical day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not really. Until it struck me. My hands began to shake, I could feel my heart racing. A tightening of my skin. I am sure my pupils were dilated. I took a deep breath and placed my hands firmly on the table.

  1. Something I can feel and concentrate on.
  2. Deep Breath and feel the floor beneath your feet, the table beneath your hands.
  3. Deep Breath and feel the chair beneath your butt, the floor beneath your feet, the table beneath your hands.
  4. Deep Breath and feel the soft brush of Lucky’s fur as she winds around your ankles, feel the chair beneath your butt, the floor beneath your feet, the table beneath your hands.
  5. Deep Breath, Exhale, open your eyes, feel how your are grounded, centered, there is nothing here.

It took several minutes of this. Finally I could feel my heart begin to slow and the flight or fight adrenaline rush began to subside. I was still shaking and gulping to swallow. The aftermath of an anxiety attack that hit me out of the blue. It has been several months since I last had an attack. There had been absolutely nothing to have precipitated it. I was sitting relaxing on the computer.

Or was there? I am a bit of a superstitious person. Not like a black cat crossing my path is bad luck, or if my nose is itchy I am going to kiss a fool. No, mine is more like if I hit all the green lights on the way to work, it is going to be a good day. Small things like that. If you have a stream of good luck, do not speak it out loud for you shall jinx it.

Still buried deep within my brain is a shard of anxiety. The black despair that makes me think that I am screwing everything up and suddenly it is making a reappearance. Why? Work is going really well. I am letting go of some things and delegating to my supervisors and staff. It is a hard and scary step for me. Maybe too well?

I am healthy and happy. Energetic, alive, in a way that I have never been before.

Suddenly I realize what Thursday was about. The desire to drink, “celebrate” my week had been a test. Subconsciously I was testing myself and I had won.

Whoa whoa whoa, anxiety suddenly rears up. Hang on here. Jay is happy, things are going well. Oh no, we most certainly cannot have that. We cannot allow her to ride away from us, nope, nope get out that rope and lasso that girl back here.

Yes anxiety has become a cowboy so I can put a face to him. Mock him when I am well. Envision myself as my own Good Sheriff battling the Evil Sheriff for control of my brain when he comes out to cause trouble.

He ropes me. I use my technique to ground and center my being, wriggling my way out of the lasso. We have a stare down and eventually he slinks away, hat pulled low over his brow so I cannot see his malevolent stare. He will be back. Possibly next time with guns drawn. That is okay. I won this time.