THE HUNTRESS PORTAL

Category: Poems

  • To Me

    Get off your toes baby girl,
    Every inch you got on the ground.
    Stability & connection to Mother
    You don’t need to reach up to be taller.
    You’re a star, just as you are.
    Feet planted.

    Keep tumbling, little lady – 
    Don’t ever stop stretching and moving that machine.
    She is blessed and needs to express.
    Nothing stops her but her.
    Why me?! Well, why indeed?

    Hey, the eyes see deeper than most
    And people are drawn to the blue.
    As a superpower, you tend and let flower
    And stay true to the essence of you.
    Wide open, your eyes & your heart, now.
    You are in control of all of the hues.
    So paint.

    Waiting isn’t easy when we suffer.
    In Peace, waiting can feel free –
    Permission to play, to buffer
    Waiting for one thing is when
    We live all the other – 
    Remember to Be Here Now.
    Just be.

    Received.

  • The Water Falls

    The Water Falls

    Into my cup
    My body ready
    To receive it all
    Embodied
    Overflowing
    I share out
    Isn’t this
    What life’s about

    My fear of falling
    Into doubt
    Unnecessary
    Of running out
    The flow is not
    What I do at all
    It’s there to raise me
    When I fall

    I swim in love
    Surrounding me
    Inside me flowing
    Out from me
    I walk on legs
    But legs propelled
    In water falling
    I am held

  • Apparition

    Apparition

    If I can’t be close to you
    I’ll settle for the ghost of you

    That lusty youth!
    I remember you then.
    The trusting, rough-edged
    Carefree lad I fell in love with
    With dreams in common
    And hope to spare

    Maybe you’re life and Jess-hardened
    Not ever really at rest
    Buffering buffering
    Always stressed
    All brake, no gas
    Reliving the scary past

    But I’d take a poor man’s you
    The hollow wooden hull
    In lieu of anyone else’s best
    Separation of body from soul
    At least for as long as I can
    Consider it blessed

    Maybe it’s not healthy or best
    Call it tradition
    Addiction
    Attrition
    Synapses, impasses and
    Contradiction

    I’d miss you so much
    The real and imagined,
    And wonder what could have happened
    Standing by
    Heart in hand
    Asking for your love

    I still recall the yous I’ve known
    Biggest fan
    And the future versions, possibilities
    What-a man
    It’s the right now you
    I don’t understand.

  • 42

    42

    Been alive now long enough
    To gain perspective
    Bout who is owed and who has earned and so
    Been saved from out the pit
    Just to end back up in it
    Learning more and more

    I’ve played more roles now than it’s safe to mention here.
    Not a one was ever wild and free
    It takes much less to buy em
    Than to tend and to tide em
    It seems to me.

    The pressure’s off now that I’ve
    Been enlightened
    For brother’s yoke is easy and its light
    I’m following his lead
    In heart, in word and deed
    In day or night.

    Revealed beneath the layers are those layers
    Neglected, pushed aside, and made to wait.
    No wonder they’re upset.
    No wonder they object
    And sleep unsoundly outside the gate

  • In the rush

    In the rush of the thing
    That’s the moment
    It comes
    Like sap from a tree.
    In the heat of a moment
    That’s felt so divine
    Provokes me to see
    Rather differently

    The words come to me
    And I wake up to find
    Them dissolving away
    Sometimes when I catch them
    We dance like halves
    Of a whole
    Would it kill ya to stay?
    ok

    In the rush of gears catching
    of motion detecting and
    sparks ignite
    neither one can deny
    It’s brief but worthwhile
    Sell all be defiled
    Without it in sight
    The darkness still
    Needs your light

    She comes and she goes
    and just try and stop her
    She does it her way
    Don’t take it personally

    But she’ll always come back.

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  • Empress Era

    Empress Era

    Off your toes baby girl,
    Every toe flat on the ground.
    Stability & connection to Mother
    You don’t need to be taller or higher or up here where we are.
    You’re a star, just as you are.
    Feet planted. And stand.

    Keep tumbling, little lady –
    You stretch and you move that instrument.
    She is blessed and needs to express,
    Carry on, and take care of yourself –
    Trust her for balance & strength.
    As she trusts you.

    Hey, those eyes see deeper than most
    And people are drawn to the hue.
    As a superpower, you tend and let flower
    And stay true to the essence of you.
    Wide open, your eyes & your heart, now.
    You are in control of all of the blues.
    So paint.

    Waiting isn’t easy when we suffer.
    In Peace, waiting is freedom
    Permission to play, to buffer
    Waiting for one thing is when
    We live everything else –
    Remember to Be Here Now.
    Be you.

  • SMALL BEDS

    SMALL BEDS

    It’s still cultivation in the smallest of places.
    You can’t say it ain’t so it is.
    Still helping another live life
    Like no other.
    It’s farming, no matter the size.

    We feed and we shade it
    Talk to it and bathe it.
    It’s changing as fast as the tide
    To play out a story, in sorrows
    In glory
    It’s for me and me only to try.

    Small beds small beds
    Hold only so many (Hold only so many)
    We are where we find
    Ourselves and then
    We go far into each and every
    Where-y 

    It’s the way of the world now
    We only need what we have now

    It’s still cultivation in the smallest of station.
    You can’t say it isn’t; it’s true.
    Just grow where you are –
    For enjoyment and art.
    And then God will be farming in you.

  • Worries’ Daughter

    Worries’ Daughter

    I knew your mom a little
    And your dad a little more
    I was placed with the Farmers
    as a volunteer; He was to be my
    Supervisor.

    You knew them both much better, to be sure.
    I just wanted you to know these things
    I have kept with me, in my heart

    Precious memories and the impressions made on me
    of their passion, resilience, and pride

    A woman’s love may be like a deep well,
    but your Mama loved your Daddy
    Down the well and back up to Heaven.
    They made fire between them,
    Some kind of magic when you live apart!
    Worries was smitten around her –
    Maybe that’s why.

    I remember the night his house burned –
    We all stood there, watching
    The world seemed dark & dangerous at that time.
    Worries lived with friends until rebuilding.
    Of course.

    They mooned over you.
    Told me all your news and favorites.
    Their pride & joy making her mark
    in the big world
    Talk about a love child.

    You came from two of the best, Venece.
    You can call me your Auntie Jess.
    I have so much gratitude for knowing your family at all.
    You’re a star, shining love and light
    From wherever you are.

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  • Ascension

    Ascension

    The Process The Process
    Is living experience.
    Oblivious until we’re there
    The Process The Process

    Refining, obnoxious

    Compels me again
    To Move.

    Through seasons and perilous
    Opportunities
    Uncomfortable reasons to grow
    The heroic trials – reveal and require us

    At last, get to the show
    The Show.

    Building our castles
    Dear castles we smash into
    Pieces dividing
    To Dust

    Unification
    An atom, a nation
    A Star reconnecting
    To Earth

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    The Process The Process
    Is lived experience.
    Obvious once you know.
    The Process compels me
    Refines and has held me

    The satisfaction

    Of Home

  • Born Again As I Am

    Born Again As I Am

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