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MY DEAR YOUNG LADY

1

Please do not

  disturb

My dear young lady

who

Walks the streets

Holding up

A sunflower

of a placard

She does not sell

Herself

But is sold

By political pimps

Nevertheless.

2

Please

Do not disturb

My dear young lady

Who tells/told

Her own story

Defiant

As Sita

Tiring

Of tiresome

Political pimps

Demands

That Earth swallow her

In revolt.

3

Please do not disturb

My dear young lady

Who

Greets the surreptitious

swelling

Sea

With a crown of badjao boats

Keen as grass blades

Spearing the light

Braiding the waves.

4

Please do not disturb

My dear young lady

She weaves of reeds

-- blue, yellow and purple –

A mat of magic words

To sail to the nursery of stars

The birthing place of worlds

 

Her ovaries teem with life

Indestructible

Impervious to

Dictators

Demagogues

False prophets of gods (and politics)

Who themselves suck

Strength

Power

Vindication

From vast-vulva-bearing trolls

Hashtag:  Irony

5

Please do not disturb

My dear young lady

She brews a dirge

For the forgotten

But not gone

See how in the marketplace

They still sell Causes

Sparkly causes

Fluid tactic causes

Faux indigene causes

Pussies of causes

The last, decapitated, writhes

On stage vying to be

The Most Beautiful

The Most Significant

Flirty

With Death

Balancing a cup of hemlock

While on a motorcycle.

6

Please do not

Disturb

My dear young lady

Lost in the colors of a

Fire

In a fireplace

In the space between

Snowflakes

Of an Antarctic storm

 

The feline Mayakovsky

Stretches

Mother-of-pearl talons

Still handsome

Though 33 years old

 

They mew, spinning through

A remembrance

Of how he believed

And how belief metamorphosed

Into

A bullet

In his brain

 

Because poetry challenged

By the rude

Of politics n

By the politics

Of the rude

Can only respond with

Silence.

7

Please Do Not Disturb

This once young lady

Who has peered into the abyss

of Dialectics

To meet the back gaze

of the Black Nothingness

Reining

  • Stars
  • Planets
  • Comets
  • Constellations n
  • Galaxies

In the skeins of its subtle Oneness

Twirling in a Shiva dance.

 

This once young lady is not

Disturbed

In knowing

Sartre was wrong

To be sans meaning is still

To be

With impact

Nevertheless

It is what

  • Kings and dictators
  • Philosophers and politicians
  • Demagogues and generals
  • Popes and pastors

All who prod and poke --

Threaten to abolish

In their desire to be

Forever.

 

Not to disturb, por favor

This once young lady

As she walks on petal feet

The mountain’s razor edge

To be (in) Makiling, patient and mute,

Forbearing as crocodiles

On the riverbank

Waiting for autocrats to flare

In the heart

Of their nuclear fire.

 

Isis breathes into the nautilus horn

The soundless music of her summons

She gathers her sister souls to ride

Filaments

of the life force

frangible

Albeit cast by the density,

compactness, weight

Of the lightless

Nothing

Core of a Milky Way of glitter -

Makiling on her way to reincarnation

To be, will be and an Eternal Be.  -- #

[Copyright 2017]  Written in anger over the banning by Facebook for 30 days of Miyako Izabel based on the troll complaints

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