TAMSEN GRACE - POEMS

Tamsen Grace is a published author and poet, inspirational speaker,  martial artist and a cancer survivor. She lives in the Midwest with her three children. She enjoys reading, writing, spending time outdoors and teaching children Martial Arts.

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                             Loopholes
 
I need pillars to hold up the sky,
I look for loopholes in life,
wishes on shooting stars,
 burn up in my atmosphere.
Lottery tickets
 scratch-off lovers,
try again...
not a winner,
not a winner.
Churches offer redemption,
like flower petals picked
in the wind...
God loves you,
 He loves you not,
a fifty-fifty chance to be condemned,
by a Paper Doll Preacher
with a plank in his eye.
I need pillars to hold up the sky,
before it falls on my head
and kills me.
 
 
                              Tide Flows
 

I am fluid,
in your arms,
the tide flows,
heated sand
shifts to cradle me,
the breeze cools
burning skin,
the tide flows,
taste of salt water
on our lips,
force of nature
as waves crash
against the shore,
the tide flows....
and I am swept away.
 

                   Dollhouse Dreams

 
Two sleeper sofas
from the assisted living apartments
 where my aunt worked,
one in the bedroom
the other the living room,
a borrowed tv
and a friends pick up truck.
A kitten from the shelter,
which we ended up giving back.
You cooked
and liked the bed made military style.
I drove you nuts,
and made you smile.
We built a doll house of dreams,
but eventually you got
too old to play,
and when you pushed for more,
I walked away.
Thirty years later
you died still loving me,
and I ...
still search for those
doll house dreams.
 
 
  
                           Life Ravages
 

Life ravages,
cuts the jugular of hope.
Does pain cease
if you just let go?
Ease in to the darkness,
 make love to oblivion.
"I am woman hear me roar,"
but then why do you judge me for my screams.
 
What is death then
 but absence of life,
a gradual fade into nothingness,
a bleak existence
without  the chance of restitution,
to think to escape from pain,
in reality just creates,
no chance at absolution.
 
The last broken  shard of me,
I drive through your heart,
And I am finally set free.
 
 
 
"I am woman hear me roar" by Ray Burton and Helen Reddy from the song I am ready