What if?

photo: 1948

What if?

What if I wasn’t called, Fatstuff?

Would I be any different today?

Would I look in the mirror, now thinner

and say,

Linda ~ you should be slimmer. . .

Would I love myself any more,

accept myself and be sure,

that I am the person I should be,

or could be?

Am I trying to please them, not me?

Nope!

I got over it,

through it

Poop on them!

Ooops – I was called Poopsie too

Poopsie and Fatstuff

Now that’s enough to make a girl rough,

around the edges

make her not like who she is, get tough

resentful, defensive,

but I’m not

I’m sensitive ~ good, and kind,

because I left my past behind,

the bad part,

the sad heart,

like all little girl’s should,

if they could

 ldn

What if ?

What if ?

Okay, so what if the end really “does” justify the means
What does this mean?
Thousands upon thousands of lives were lost,
in wars
for us to have peace?
I don’t see it getting any Peacier
or any easier,
except for the Few,
not for me or you,
maybe for the one percent,
who’s profits are spent
on another war, or two
I’d rather belong to the majority
Hey you guys – we have seniority!
I have an idea!
This is the plan –
I will make cash out of making you laugh – 
you pay me a dime for creating a rhyme,
then I’ll give my profits to you,
You'll spend more on Peace – Wars will then cease,
and We will be one of the Few
I’m in,
How about you?

ldnon

Just look at 'im

Just look at 'im

Just look at ‘im

The gaze

The innocence

The acceptance

Just look at ‘im

You were that way

until life got you

Hurried you up

Buried you up

in the big bad world

hurled at you

Give it up

Let it go

back to the cradle

if you are able

If you can’t

or won’t,

then don’t

Just look at ‘im

 ldn

I changed My Mind

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I Changed My Mind

Last time I wrote, I said,

This my last poem

I’m going home,

on a sabbatical

Then,

Oh, radical me!

I lied, didn’t keep my word

You heard?

Inconsistent, but persistent me

Resistant actually to conformity I'll forever and always be

Split me up in a million pieces and I’ll still be center stage

You’ll never change the me in I,

or the heart of the Atom’s nuclei,

no matter how had you try

slice it,

chop it

crop it,

drop it,

or dice it,

I won’t be the same as before

Pin me down,

I’ll spin you around,

open / then close the door,

mess up the sand on your shore, with a wave

because I will always change

You heard?

I lied,

went back on my word

Inconsistent, but persistent me

Resistant actually to conformity I'll forever and always be

ldn

The Thinning Veil

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The Thinning Veil

The veil gets thinner further up I go

on the hem of God hangin’ below

It’s somethin’ that I learned long ago

the veil gets thinner further up I go

I wore it thin

and I  wore it wide,

takin’ life in too big a strides,

now I walk it narrow, and take it slow

'cause the veil gets thinner further up I go

on the hem of God hangin’ below

ldn

For all Baby Girls (all over the world)

photo:  my Grandbaby, Ella

For all Baby Girls (all over the world)

You can judge a man by what he will risk,

for the love of his woman and their little kids

Some work hard, some play soft

“Men” stand firm whatever the cost

Do you have a man who walks by your side

or when the going gets tough does he run and hide?

It’s a question you should ask,

before you take on the task,

before you become his bride,

before you say, I do

Baby, I’m telling you -

Don’t go settling for living together

Commit to marriage for worse or for better

The tide will change and the wind will blow

So Baby Girl, you need to know

a man won’t leave when the going gets tough,

or make his priority “other stuff”

You will always be his bride,

he will admire you for your inside

A man won’t fold before the end of the game,

count his chips then run away

He’ll play it out 'til the end,

and if this is the kind of man you choose,

Baby, you’ll do the same

Settle for nothing less,

than this,

for your husband,

your Lover

Now be on your way. . .

I love you,

your Grandmother

ldn

What if ?

What if ?

What if it turns out that “I” am the poem

and I’m not really here at home

It scares me a little ~ well a lot

that “I” am not who I thought

You are what you think, said Christ,

and He was absolutely right

So I wait in the darkness at home

alone,

after I’ve turned out the light,

at night,

and think

about what it means

to be at home

in a link of my own,

as ink in a poem,

It scares me a little ~ well a lot

that “I” am not who I thought 

ldn