NaPoWriMo #23

Haiku on Another Forest Felled

a machine mind ticks
a countdown to beginnings,
the terror of trees.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

NaPoWriMo #22

empty as light
unfolds like the pages
of a journal in anticipation
for a life to record
what words could whisper
could they see       open
eyes to wonder
form a question       the question
a pocketful of answers

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

NaPoWriMo #21


So this is life
outside the shell
sliding down
gloved hands check
searing pain     losing half my beak
because I’m a girl    a girl      maybe
Like Mommy, I’ll live
in a cramped cage dying
to lay egg after egg
until I am weak so weak
shipped off    body shocked
was this life?

So this is life
outside the shell
sliding down
gloved hands check
thrown into the soft
yellow fluff of my brothers, my cousins
because I’m a boy     a boy      maybe
suffocating           not knowing
the bag I’m in in the dump
or thrown into the machine
ripped apart
with my brothers, my cousins
because there’s no profit in me
only blood
only blood.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

NaPoWriMo #20

Trigger warning: mention of disordered eating.

Vi Eating Dinner

She loves food,
smacking her lips
as she mmm mmm yumyumyumyumyummmms
through the bowl of veggies,
tofu and rice
enjoying her way to the bottom of the bowl,
and the sticky sweet promise of dessert.
I hope she never loses
this rampant joy,
never thinks
are there too many calories in this?
will this dish make me fat(ter)(test)?
I am such a fat monster for eating this.
I need to vomit/purge/have another laxative.
never says
No, thanks, that has way too many carbs.
I’ll have a Diet _____.
Let her mmm her way through adolescence
into adulthood.
Let her always know
the bliss
the necessity
of food.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

NaPoWriMo #19

Other Mothers’ Children

The movement for animal rights
boils down
to this:
What humans do
to animals
boils down
to this:
stealing other mothers’ children.
At night, we watch
our children sleep
the pit in our stomachs
the fear that someone
will steal our children
do horrible things,
because deep down
we know
what humans do
to so many mothers’ children.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

NaPoWriMo #18

I started this poem April 17.  (I could not get WordPress to do the proper spacing for the last line, so I had to add underscores to get it where I wanted it.)

Bitter Chill

I hold back
my equal opportunity profanities,
shout the universe unfair
knowing it has too much time
to listen to the cry.

Sickened to see that
housing the revolution is worth
three months off the dole almost exactly.

Experience is a flaw.
You want the fresh and new
unqualified ideas
political wrangling strangling
the hard-won freedom of the little group.

You forget  forget
what temptation power makes.
You pushed out the tyranny of two
only to let the vacuum pull in
the machinations of unstable unknowns
angry like we all are angry
jabbing their fingers like questions
twisting words into bylaws
or demanding vessels for their wants.

Fed up.
Get your act together,
or you’ll deserve the downfall
__________________________you get.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

NaPoWriMo $17

The typo I wrote in the title of this blog post and have kept inspired a poem:

$17 for a poem      for a breath
where there may be life
might be a heart
to pump the words
through your brain and body
throbbing for more and more and
losing yourself
in a possibility   praying
it could lift you out of this low
which eats you every day.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams


NaPoWriMo #16


I am swimming through
the day   days
pushing panic down
dreams sparkle like snowflakes lost
in the drift
of this everyday life machine
created by the increasing greed of human hands
oh, how they sparkle!
see how they shine?
fragile little innocents
crying       dying        final sighing
under the weight
of this mad world.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams

NaPoWriMo #15

I have a big
on poems for April,
the month of spring bursting forth
in rain and sun, to
the oncoming storm of poverty
again      the push back
to mediocre oblivion
denials to an unfathomable universe and
for a miracle, a tiny drop of better
swelling into a sea.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams


NaPoWriMo #14

I started this poem a couple days ago but did not finish it until now due to a serious mood crash.  Anyway, here goes:

I wandered the edges of our woods
afraid of ticks and of falling down hills
broken sticks
watching honeysuckle nectar slide down stamens
sucking the sweet
a fear of bikes leading to my Popsicle Girl scooter
riding over maple tree roots
around the house around
I’m a trucker with deliveries to make,
I’m a princess on her steed (more She-Ra
than Cinderella).
Then there came a pool in-ground
pool parties and skinny dipping alone.
A pirate flag declaring our oasis there.
Inner tube burn on the armpits,
splashing away horseflies.
A jumble of summers,
a litany of I am.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams


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