My fair men
Was made
With God’s holy hands
Many years ago
And today
He is an elderly men
And also bachelor
His never been
Married
He already lived
His full life
Now he is just
Waiting for his father
To end his life
Here on earth
And when God
End his life
God will send the angel
From heaven down on earth
To bring him to heaven
And there in heaven
He will be resting forever

Confront the wolf
that nips at your heels
if you grow weary
of running
You can always keep trying
to outrun the beast
but, it’s faster than you
and more cunning

I always feel the most motivated to write at the extremes of my emotions. When I love and when I hate. For I have loved you enough to write across the stars all that i felt now the only thing you bring out of me is hate. Don’t feel special thinking that you get more poems you are not special you mean nothing to me but the word hatred. There are not about you but about the hatred for you. I can only make sense of the heartlessness I experienced from you as a leech you can only survive by the kindle of a new chase and you will never find or feel real love just always grasping a fleeting moment. I also don’t wish that you change or get some revelation of your non existent heart. It would take having a heart to reach that enlightenment anyway. So continue being who you are because that is the best way I will find solace.

and thus it goes
circular and direct
feminine and masculine
woman and man
and not in that order
in God’s judgement

it’s in the breath
which He put in man
as his blessing
to give strength for hard labor
not in the rib that is woman’s
blessing
to give strength for childbirth

God’s judgement is
all that matters
it is done

tamam shud


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

Strangers are safer,

to them I can openly --


tell all my worries.

Women can sometimes be kinda daft
We call disloyal men “dogs”
I’m not sure if we do so because we don’t
Know men
Or maybe we don’t know dogs
We don’t know pigs, either
Snakes, though…
Snakes we understand