Tag: YPFM

Your Poem From Me Request #7

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The Giving Cause: This Mother’s Love

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Haiku, 7 Parts

I’d gift-wrap the sun
and host it over your heart
giving you pure light

Harper, my first girl
this mother can find no words
expressing my love

a reason to live
enhanced by your smiling eyes
I’m yours forever

and to you, baby
God made the perfect painting
when he gave me you

Everly, sweet girl
you were here before, I think
old soul, moon seeker

this mother’s love is
an unscalable mountain
an ocean of care

my girls, my world is
a bold sunbeam of wonder
I will not fail you

Thank you to J. Bug, (a co-worker of mine) for allowing me to gift a poem to you. I will never know what it feels like to be a mother, but I am glad I got to experience writing this poem.

To learn more about Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, click here. Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.

Your Poem From Me, 1,000th Post

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1,000. Okay. wOW! Thanks, WordPress Family!

This morning, upon the publishing of the sixth gift poem; “Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, All Abracadabra’d Out,” I received a notification from WordPress, that it was/is my 1,000th post here at A Cornered Gurl. To meet a milestone such as this one and to have a poem written for someone else as its achievement mark has truly brightened my morning. The past few days have been hard, but there is still light at the end of the tunnel.

This cause is still open and I am looking for gift poems to share. Please see the additional information below, and “Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.”

Peace and blessings, beautiful people.

Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause

Every Sunday at 07:00 am, I will share a poem I have written for someone who has contacted me with their request. There is no subject matter too taboo; nothing I am not willing to handle and pen for you–on your behalf (except for a few intolerable subjects). Allow me to give the world what you want the world to read, but you just can’t find the words suitable enough to meet your specifications. Your poem will be pinned to the top of my blog page via A Cornered Gurl for one week (until the next requestor’s poem is published) for others to read and share the thoughts they may have about it. What you’re afraid to share, I can share for you, in my words, giving my understanding of your request. Who knows . . . It may touch someone who needs it–it may soothe someone who yearns for it.

I am in this with you–I can host your pain, your fear, your indecisiveness, your intolerance, and your “no more fucks to give” here in this space.

If you are interested, please send an email to apoem4ufromme[at]gmail[dot]com. In the subject area, please note, “Gift Poem Request”. Please do not place your request in the comments section of this post. I will respond to your email within two business days.

-Tremaine L. Loadholt

Your Poem From Me Request #5

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The Giving Cause: The Beauty of Friendship

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I count my blessings . . .
I know the worth of
a strong foundation in
a friendship–one that stands
the tests of time–that outlasts
the bullshit that can build
up at a moment’s notice.

We can swim through anything;
come up for air, pace ourselves
against the waves, and find
the much-needed shore for rest.
I do not take it for granted–I’m
aware of my luck.

For how could I speak of
you in such high regard
without experiencing this
state of bliss?

Others have tried–some waltzed
in with their fake acceptances and
lack of sensitivity, and I know
their type now–I smell them
from miles away.
Trust me, I keep my distance.

At my age, the beauty of
friendship is a gift
that keeps on giving–a treasure
to be found each day.
We sparkle and shine and light
up this world with our presence.

And there is no way
I’m ever going to let this go–
to do so would be foolish.

I’m no fool.

Thank you to Kern Carter for allowing me to gift a poem to you. I really enjoyed writing this one.

To learn more about the Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, click here. Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.

Your Poem From Me Request #4

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The Giving Cause: This Is Me . . . Right?

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This is me . . . Right?
I know me. I love me.
Everything about me is
different from anyone else.
My curves. My voice. The softer
and jigglier space that is
my middle. My hair. My eyes.
I know me. I love me.

It’s what I keep telling myself.
I have to do this.
I have to remind myself of
the goodness of me.
But I flit–fall into
the echos of my younger self,
lassoed by a time when I
was smaller, more headstrong,
and confident.

I try to push myself
through the present–try to
shift my mind to this
here and now, yet . . .
the past is a mistress.
She keeps calling me, you see.
I am weak for her.
She knows.

I look at NOW me–I
have doubts. I long to
embrace the woman who
smiles back at me in
the mirror–to make peace
with her.
I have to. I should.

If I don’t, what will
happen to me?

This is me . . . Right?
I know me. I love me.
I’ll keep telling myself
who I am . . . who we are . . .
And one day, the mistress
of a PAST me will
grow silent.

Thank you to Kathy Garland for allowing me to gift a poem to you. Writing this spoke to me in many ways.

To learn more about the Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, click here. Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.

Your Poem From Me Request #3

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The Giving Cause: My Power. Your Power.

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At my age, I haven’t the energy
to argue over meaningless
occurrences–I spend my time
learning the mores of life–increasing
my depth of wisdom.

I no longer flit between strengths
and weaknesses–I know where
I stand. My power is in
the love I give my children–the
conversations I have with
old friends and new acquaintances.
My power is in every breath I
take on a bone-chilling morning–the
final words I say at night.

You can have some, you know . . .
My power. I’m happy to share it
with you. I can blow it
in your direction, corner it
and jar it for safekeeping, smooth
the wrinkles out of it, and straighten
it to your liking.

Does it fit?
Can you wear it?
Here . . . Try it on.

The world around us dwindles
down to ash–we can remain,
undeterred and immovable.
It’s up to us. Let’s merge our
powers and create a superpower
that will live on beyond
the impending apocalypse.
Let my power become your
power . . . Our power . . .
The world’s power.

Thank you to Mary L. Holden for allowing me to gift a poem to you. I truly enjoyed writing this one.

To learn more about Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, click here. Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.

Your Poem From Me Request #2

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The Giving Cause: Still, I Grieve . . .

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I try to give myself grace,
to lend myself peace, but
thoughts of you stir about
in my head during the witching
hours, and I cannot find comfort.
I don’t know it. It doesn’t come
to my aid.

What more could I have done?
What more could I have given?
I am bone-dry and my heart
breaks every time I think of you.
You . . . my father. my love. my light.
I am walking in darkness–the days
are longer–nights are colder.
Do I still have meaning?

Every day without you is
a stab to my heart–salt to
the wound, but I’m trying.
I’m trying.
I know if you were here, you’d
guide me in your own little way–
you’d create a path for
my weary feet to follow.

I have to look for peace
from the stars. I have to lure
it in from the moon. I have to
search for it around every corner,
and still, I grieve . . .
I grieve . . . and I wish I didn’t
have to.

Thank you to Kim Smyth for allowing me to gift a poem to you. It has helped me too.

To learn more about the Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, click here. Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.