Je t’aime – a poem
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Silence, a poem
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Annual election day posting of the poem “Crumbs”
Crumbs
We squabble over crumbs on the floor
While the big pile of money… oops… food
Sits on the table just out of reach.
We eat self-help slogans
Never acknowledging that this game
Of life is rigged against us.
Slogans offer little sustenance.
We dance as the puppet masters
Pull the strings.
We follow the magicians’
Sleight of hand
And allow ourselves to be astounded
With their misdirection.
We obsess with details
Refusing to ever see the big picture.
And we are amazed that we remain
Forever hungry.
Copyright 2013, Kat Micari
I will post this poem every year until things change in the United States for the better. I feel like this year has allowed more people the time to really reflect on what type of society we should be growing toward. The structures need to be dismantled, and we need to be a population compassionate and active citizens. Will we ever get there? I don’t know.
The Book of My Beloveds
Three of my poems are in this new poetry collection that Esmerelda Little Flame put together – The Book of My Beloveds. It is available on Amazon (both print and digital) and is free to read under Kindle Unlimited, so grab yourself a copy if you are so inclined!
One of my three poems is one that has never been seen elsewhere. I dug deep into my archives!
Esmerelda Little Flame is a truly kind being and has helped me rekindle some of my passion and creativity and magical spark when I needed it. If you are feeling like you need some uplifting, I greatly recommend her work.
Me at the Moment, a poem
I started working with an online group with spiritual and creative and internal work. This is the poem I wrote when I was beginning. I really am trying to keep an open mind.
Gaslighting and a New Poem
I have been noticing some massive attempts at gaslighting lately, both individually and collectively. I’m not sure if this is strictly a U.S. phenomenon for 2020, so please if you are in another country and have noticed the same thing, let me know.
This is the year where everyone has had to question everything they’ve believed in and stood for, and the people who are on shaky ground because they have built lives of lies and denial are doing everything in their power to avoid having to confront themselves. It is truly mind-boggling to watch the mental gymnastics many have been doing, and the gaslighting is just one more tool at avoidance. I can understand that and sympathize to a certain extent, but I also refuse to tolerate being manipulated or abused, again individually or collectively. The times are changing. More and more people care. And that is how it should be.
We have all been wrong in our lives. We have all made choices that have hurt other people, have hurt ourselves. We are all guilty of being swayed by arguments that line up with what we already prefer to believe. But if we discover we have been or done wrong, then we need to sit in that discomfort, try to correct the mistake to the best of our ability, and then continue on our journey trying to do the best we can in this world. I know that initial discomfort is really scary, but there is so much growth potential there as well.
This is a poem I wrote at the beginning of the month, and I have really been reflecting on it these past few weeks.
Little Boy Blue – a poem
Posting this again because it is necessary again, though here in the US this time at least it’s a retired officer. I believe in individual rights, but rights come with responsibilities. Other people matter, regardless of race or class or creed. And until everyone understands that at a really basic level, we are going to keep getting sociopaths like this who think nothing of taking a life, who like taking orders because it excuses them from culpability (in their minds), and who enjoy feeling “power” over others to make up for something lacking in themselves.
Little Boy Blue
Oh little boy blue,
Playing with a gun,
Don’t you know someone
Once held you for her own?
Carried you for nine months,
Then rocked you for more?
Can you even understand
How you made her heart soar?
Oh little boy blue,
In your uniform so dark,
When you go about your work,
The stains never leave a mark.
You stand before your family,
Your chin lifted in pride.
The shine on your badge
Can’t hide the darkness inside.
Oh little boy blue,
How can you sleep at night?
Do you truly believe that
‘Might makes right’?
Your anger and aggression
Causes blood to pour.
Do you even know
Who you’re fighting for?
Oh little boy blue,
Your friends call you out to play.
Now you’re hunting in a pack
Each and every day.
Didn’t your mother teach you
Not to always follow the crowd?
Is there ever an end
To the violence you’re allowed?
Oh little boys in blue,
Playing with your guns,
Don’t you realize we’re all
Someone’s daughters and sons?
Copyright 2014 Kat Micari
Sharing an old poem – Normal
Normal, A Poem
Have you ever noticed
There is so much that can be made
‘Normal’ and ‘livable’?
Survival mechanisms played
By master technicians,
Musicians of the human mind,
And we let ourselves be
Instruments of uncommon kind.
Played out, worn down, broken,
Barely able to keep the time,
Forced to play others’ tunes
Instead of our own sweet sublime.
We keep running that wheel
Made by those who manipulate
Bodies so bent and weak,
We easily capitulate.
It is then trauma starts,
And we don’t know how to act.
We let fear burn our hearts.
We respond not knowing all facts.
Then we bury it deep
To go on yet another day,
Feeling something so wrong
But never knowing what to say.
We try to live happy
As commodities, money slaves,
Future collateral
Damage, we work to dig our graves.
We feel something is off
And think it must come from inside
Because the disconnect
Between us is so very wide.
Truth still remains within
Down in the depths of our being
If we let go of fear,
Open our eyes and start seeing.
We are all in this mess
And together can become free.
Let’s take back our power
And make ‘normal’ what it should be.
Copyright 2018, Kat Micari
I wrote this poem a couple years ago, but it feels so relevant to me this week. Take this time of isolation to really learn yourself to the core of your being. We shouldn’t be looking backward but instead be looking to grow ourselves, individually and collectively.
The Pissing Contest – a poem
You show me yours
And I’ll show you mine,
And all bets are off
As to whose is bigger.
But we’ll both lose
When we piss
On electric fences.
The whole world
Goes kaboom!
This may be
An exercise in
Futility,
But who really
Will pay the price?
Copyright 2020, Kat Micari
Lost in a Mirror, a poem
This was inspired by Shakespeare’s King Richard II.
