God Says Yes To Me

[harborshore]

This poem--I don't believe in god, but there's something about it that just makes me feel like dancing.


God Says Yes To Me
Kaylin Haught

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes



Do you have a poem or a quote or a song that makes you happy? Feel free to post it in the comments, lovelings. ♥

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[egelantier.livejournal.com]

Jenny Joseph - When I am an old woman...

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick up the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Ore only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.


Julia Kasdorf, "What I Learned from My Mother"

I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies cut from the lawn,
black ants still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole grieving household,
to cube home-canned pears and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.

I learned to attend the viewing even if I didn't know the deceased,
to press the moist hands of the living, to look in their eyes
and offer sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.

I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.

I learned to believe I had the power to ease awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another's suffering my own usefulness,
and once you know how to do this, you can never refuse.

To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.


Nicole Walker, 'Love Poem'

In Persian, there are 89 words for love.
I would be happy just to remember one.
Keeps me up at night, memorizing
your name.


Elizabeth Coatsworth, "On A Night of Snow"

Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet -
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.

Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar -
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!

That right there is one of the best reasons for daring to walk into the unknown (whatever your own unknown may be) that I have ever read. I love all of these, actually, but that one in particular struck me.