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In the End

Stir up the kettle
let’s see the metal
and what it contains
alongside the stains

corruption galore
secrets, lies, and more

Stripping our lives
with their greedy knives
stealing our health
to increase their wealth

Can we ever retire?
cope with the fire?
how foul is this air?
they don’t even care

I did not choose this
and I won’t kiss
all those in power
not ever, no hour

I’ll resist till I die
I’ll scream and I’ll cry
In the end they can’t win
with their inhumane sin

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 2-20-2018

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Still Grieving

Some part of me is still dead.
It died on June 14, 2009.
I held her hand till it lost
its color and grew cold.

Some part of me still cries.
Each time I see a happy mom
with her joyous daughter
I remember Linda.

Some part of me feels done.
What’s left for me in a world
with no Linda and
no laughter?

Some part of me has hope.
I hope that before I die
I will discover again how
to love unconditionally.

I hope that before I die
I will regain the capacity
to let my love fly.

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 4-24-2017

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Elusive Comfort

Comfort, comfort, where art thou?
Can’t seem to find it anywhere now
Each day brings news that makes me cry
Each night brings dreams we’ll soon all die

I search within my knowledge stores
and wisdom found on many shores
No answers arise from near or far
Guess I’ll just go eat a candy bar

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 2-22-2017

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Growing Older

Growing older I do not like
It’s harder to take a simple hike
I can’t even find my 10-speed bike
       It’s buried behind
       recycle bags

Growing older can make me cry
watching loved ones up and die
It seems I’m always wondering why
       but life moves on
       the years fly by

Growing older still lets me dance
a little slower, but I’ll take a chance
So many things, the years enhance
       and I’ll proudly wear
       my plus-size pants

Growing older may lift me high
I’ll see new things, I’m gonna try
There’s a lot to live before I die
       I’ll experience it all
       just watch me fly

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 4/20/2016

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I Can’t Tell

I cannot tell for sure what’s true
nor what is right or wrong to do
It seems no matter how I try
I’m always left to wonder why

I still can’t tell for sure what’s right
nor decipher what is black or white
I always thought by now I’d know
through my intent to learn and grow

I still can’t tell for sure what’s real
nor recognize what’s meant to heal
Sometimes a death sneaks up on me
I’m left to grieve, how can this be?

Oh, will there ever come a day
when I can see the natural way
and move beyond what’s wrong or right
and embrace my path without a fight?

Oh, will there come some peace of mind
when a higher light has clearly shined?

And maybe things will all make sense
only when it’s all past tense?

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 6-3-15

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Headache Be Gone

I didn’t really want to pop a pill
I thought I’d kick the headache
with sheer will

This second day my will has failed
to touch it
I’m ready for the pill, just watch
me clutch it

Now down the hatch
Headache be gone
you’ve met your match

This second day is mine
just watch me shine

I’ll even stand up front
while I perform
My poetry will be
the perfect storm

© Jeannie M Myers ~ (10-16-2014)

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Serenity, serenity,
you are my friend today
as we sit here sipping coffee
and watch the squirrels play

The early morning sunshine
is lovely on the plants
with magic back-lit edges
and a breezy bit of dance

Serenity, serenity,
come stay with me a while
with intoxicating beauty
my heart can’t help but smile

Some easy conversation
till our beverages are gone
Then a silent meditation
with a terminating gong

Serenity, serenity,
how great to start the day
With love and quiet prayer,
is there any better way?

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 6-18-2014

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Eleanor May (I Miss You Mom)

Just one more slice of quiet time
Can I help you with your shower?
Can I read another Country story?
Can I have just one more hour?

And then I’ll trim your fingernails
        put powder on your feet
I’ll microwave a ripe banana
        that you love so much to eat

Let’s go out for a little walk
        and breathe some cool fresh air
Then perhaps a cup of coffee
        and some popcorn if we dare

I took for granted all these times
        and sometimes hurried through
Those little visits, one by one
        when it was only me and you

If life just had a redo button
        if I only had that power
I’d knock again upon your door
        and I’d ask for one more hour

Oh, I promise I’d be present
        wholly with you in the Now
I would listen to you from my heart
        to the Love in you I’d bow

Instead I’m left with memories
        that reappear each day
So many moments speak your name
        I love you, Eleanor May

© Jeannie M Myers (7-7-2012)

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Nourish my Spirit
     on a Saturday morn
Healing my feet
     soft sandals worn
Coffee beans ground
     and newspaper found

Water the plants
     displace the ants
Delicate laundry
     hang it to dry
Feed the birds and
     watch them fly

Sweet notes abound
     I love the sound

I’m safe in my nest
     and feeling blessed

© Jeannie M Myers ~ (6-30-2000)

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For Naught

The sweet little girl has slipped away
No more her happy, squealing play
Chatter, laughter, disarming smile
A healthy childhood all the while
…I thought.

The sad young woman is crying today
Her ther’pist says it’s the only way
The path of healing is tough and steep
And pills are needed to help her sleep
…she’s caught.

This mother wonders and questions why
And whether to intervene, should I?
Regrets and shame may fill my soul
But all my guilt won’t make her whole
…it’s for naught.

© Jeannie M Myers ~ 5-12-1993