12 Sunday Feb 2017
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Limerick
I have crushed on a sailor named Zeke
His ‘Salty’ some havoc did wreak
On pink oh-so-tender
Defenses useless he rendered
With nary a peek or a tweak
Haiku
On a tranquil sea
A salt and pepper Sailor
Quells this raging squall
Cinquain
Let’s sail
said the sailor
my vessel’s safely moored
in the haven of (y)our harbour
moon’n stars
February 12, 2017
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Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, Unfettered
02 Monday Jan 2017
“Stop,” she said to herself! “Do refrain from accusing the accusers, from negating the Nellies negative, from despising the Debbies downer! And focus, on the freedom that comes with designing, with owning, your feelings, your thoughts, your life and your choices”!
“Know,” she said to herself, “that as long as you are breathing, life will bitch slap you, over and over again! Feel the fury, agonize in the pain, and then stand up to her like the fucking Warrior Woman you are.”
“Love,” she said to herself, “self above all, for it is not an act of ego, rather the only real survival skill you will ever need.”
~Marcela: Moving, at the speed of a woman Too Much!
January 02, 2017
Photograph: My personal collection. All rights reserved.
Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, Unfettered
01 Sunday Jan 2017
And as the lake reflects nature’s finery back onto herself
So I reflect on the solitude I have come to crave
It is not that I wish to isolate from humanity,
or reject the risk of a new paramour,
It is that I revel in alone-ness with the passion of a new love
for my own cosmos.
And as the stillness of the quiet-season brings peace
to my beloved Bay
So the pain of my most recent faux pas is diminished
in its tranquility
It is not loving one who cannot love that I regret
It is that I am wistful about having snatched up
your well-baited hook of love-lies
And as the snow-laden branches dump their white weight,
and spring to a more contented position
So the Warrior Woman I am exhales to release you
and I find myself here:
I stand well-grounded and know that what you did,
only served to create this:
More big, more bold, more strong, more beautiful, more wise
more too much for some, but most especially,
much more too much, for you.
~Marcela: As is. Only more.
December 27, 2016
Photograph: My personal collection. All Rights Reserved.Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, Unfettered
31 Saturday Dec 2016
I can be Bad-Ass,
quite often Kick-Ass,
with a strong leaning tendency,
toward wild noisy Jack-Ass.
Sadly, more recently
I’ve been a big Dumb-Ass
but rarely to never,
am I a C(r)ass old Tight-Ass.
At 55 plus,
I still have a great Ass,
And in the midst of life’s bitch slaps,
I remain S(assily) yours: mostly to always,
one Wise-Assed fun (L)ass… .
Grammatically incorrect and chomping at the bit for 2017,
and the next bit of Bad-Assery,
~Marcela.
December 31, 2016
Image from: Google Images
08 Tuesday Nov 2016
Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Rants & Other Musings: Unfiltered-Raw
10 Monday Oct 2016
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Hey kids, yes, this is a bit of a tirade (prompted as so many others, by those double-edged swords called caring, cleverly disguised as assumptions), so exit now if you’re not prepared to read all of it. Or, stay with me and learn something new, about something you thought, you already knew about me, and quite likely many of the other warrior women we know and love, though I would never dare assume… she says with a wink… .
Begin tirade:
Just in case you’re one of the caring horde, and thinking I’m all sad and lonely out here on this ‘holiday weekend,’ nothing could be further from the truth.
First of all, various holidays, including thanksgiving, don’t mean a whole lot to me. Many of the holidays celebrated in the world, particularly in North America, are not my culture or part of my personal life philosophy and belief system. This does not mean that I don’t enjoy celebrations, traditions and the like, or that Universe forbid I am not thankful. Sometimes, they’re just not the same ones that others engage in. And sometimes, for different reasons, they are. Have you met my Christmas Tree collection?
Secondly, I am just as happy, or happier, single and/or living on my own. This has almost always been the case. For reasons that I don’t really care to divulge to an all-inclusive audience, I am a serial monogamist, and I engage in romantic relationships every now and then, you know, just like most folks.This does not mean, that I hate being alone, that I am lonely, or anything else that folks appear to construe about me and my way of life and being in the world.
Clearly, a lesser known truth about my life, is that I have been single, and/or lived on my own for about 30, of the 40 years since I moved out of my mama’s house when I was 15 years old, and I repeat, I quite enjoy it.
Lastly, this is not about knocking what you do, what you believe in, what you choose to celebrate, when, with whom, and how. This is about letting you know that assumptions are still as bad an idea as they were when Felix Unger, acting as Oscar Madison’s attorney, first coined that famous and well-used line, when you assume, you make an ASS of (yo)U and ME. Actually, you make a bigger ASS of you than me, I just get irritated enough to spend part of my ‘thanksgiving weekend’ doing that which I love more than most things, writing, so again, thankful, yup, uh-huh… .
And if you don’t know who Oscar and Felix are, 1) I’d feel for you but I can’t reach, and 2) there’s this handy gizmo called a ‘search engine’ on these here newfangled machines, that you can look it up on.
Clear? Great. Peace.
Thankfully Unfiltered: Marcela.
End Tirade.
Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under My World(s)
16 Friday Sep 2016
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The hardest goodbye... on March 16th of this year, my closest, most loyal, most enduring friend Sue Graves, and David Johnson, experienced every parent's worst nightmare. It is hard to believe that this vibrant young man has been gone for six months, and even harder to scribe the ditty I promised at his send-off on March 24th, as I collected 'Miller-words' from all the folks who loved him so much...
MILLERESQUE Dear Miller Robert Clayton Johnson, in March we gathered on that day our sorrow-laden hearts were heavy, but we had some shit to say! ‘I had to stay alive to raise him,’ said your mama Sue – ‘no other ever would or could, what else was I to do’?!? You were a handful Millsie, unconventional and true, and then there was that awkward story, of when you had to poo… It went rollin down your pant leg, then you gave that shit a toss said ‘I, don’t need no old-man toilets,’ my kid still thinks, you’re the Boss! Your shenanigans were legendary hell on wheels and cars off roads, same goes for your vocabulary bitches assholes motherfuckers, shitty faggot-toads! Your delivery was impeccable, the timing most inglorious but with a heart the size of Texas, for THIS you were notorious! Ryan Scotty Garret, said you’d give your shirt for anyone, they just had to say they need it many walked with so much more, Millerish won out, where brain and logic ceded. Solid, stand-up and insatiable, an explosive combination hilarious ridiculosity, a most Milleresqe conglomeration! Loving, kind and house-trained, we got the real-life scoop Chantelle sang high your chef-ly praises, yeah, Wiener Water Soup! And then there was your name-sake Jay Miller, Boston Bruins Handsome devil just like you Left girls’ hearts in ruins </3 So as today marks 6 whole months since that darkest day, I finally scribe this ditty my heart in utter disarray. I went to sit with other dead, earlier this week, thought about your parents tears still rolling down their cheeks. And then there’s all the sibs, Robin Kevin Haleigh, spouses Kat Salena Steven their hearts too are breaking daily footing's still uneven... For we're all uncertain, how to navigate this most unwelcome path, and our feelings often vacillate between broken pain and wrath. And though our hearts will but grow scars never truly heal, know that you, your life, your damned departure, are one BigFuckingDeal! ~Marcela, </3 September 16, 2016.
07 Wednesday Sep 2016
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Life, Love, Personal Power, Poetry, Relationships, Self, Truth
As is…
And as the mist obscures the scars of clear cuts on the hillside
so the steam from my tea obscures the ache in my bleeding heart
It bleeds not because it is over between you and I
it bleeds because against my best intuition, I allowed you and I
And as the sound of the rain drowns the drone of regret
so the heat of simple soup soothes my temporarily ravaged spirit
It is ravaged not because you found it Too Much
it is ravaged because I knew your opinion should not matter
And as dusk falls on the tiny Bay I call my (44th?) home
so solitude brightens the darkness in my psyche
It is dark not because you dulled the diamond I am
it is dull because you painted it with brushes of critique and counsel
And as I will always remember our time with bewilderment at self,
so introspection brings me here:
In this one thing you are correct: I am too much. For you.
Never, for those who love me. And self.
~Marcela, as is, not as you need(ed) me to be.
September 7, 2016Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, The 'L' Word
13 Saturday Aug 2016
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Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, Rants & Other Musings: Unfiltered-Raw, The 'L' Word
06 Saturday Aug 2016
As I pack my favourite cookware
remember meals you thought were swell
I fall into this sad reverie
of broken-hearted hell…
I will miss the fervor of your appetite
for the food I pleased you with
and cannot help but question
was the whole thing but a myth…
Did I just imagine you
as my version of the fable
the one in which I serve it all
put that shit out on the table…?
~MyLa: undernourished, craving the new, craving more
August, 06, 2016Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, The 'L' Word
29 Friday Jul 2016
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Petulant and querulous,
you are perilously close
to me losing my fucking shit,
all over (y)our pristine(?) white shirt!
Whinging, whiining
incessant pining
for what is not,
while with exuberance and great fervor
you choose to neglect
the magnificence
before (y)our sightless eyes!
Clean up on aisle M!
Next!
Marcela: Quite done with this bit.
Image: courtesy of google image search: https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/mop-bucket-caution-wet-floor-11546638.jpg
14 Thursday Jul 2016
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Wild, wanton even
anxiety, wreaks havoc
runs amok, this day.
~Marcela: anxious. Stop, revise: fucking anxious.
2
Unruffled, tranquil
faith, acceptance, don red cape
whisper: fly. Higher!
~Marcela: Cape firmly in place, next…
Image: courtesy of google image search: https://www.google.ca/search?biw=1366&bih=657&tbm=isch&sa=1&btnG=Search&q=get+cape+wear+cape+fly
28 Tuesday Jun 2016
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</3, Love, Pain, Relationships
Like so many of the warrior women I know and love, my life has been rich with experience. Seemingly unattainable goals accomplished, despite (or because of) immense barriers and roadblocks. And it has been fraught with battles of my own and others’ making, many from which I did not emerge victorious, was deeply wounded, and left for dead. There have been times during which I was so broken that I was dispossessed of the capacity to enjoy anything or anyone I love. There have been times during which my pain coloured everything muddy, dark, like when all the water colours on a painting run together. The past was a dirty brush which tainted my present and future. To love someone to the core, and be loved by them, to the core, knowing that the only decision remaining is for us to travel alone, for a while, or for longer, is the epitome of bittersweet. This pain is like no other pain I have ever felt. To feel it at this stage of my human evolution is like no other experience I have ever had. I have no guide, I have no barometer, I have nothing but self, as it should be. This pain is clear, its edges are sharp, and it is single-minded in purpose, in that it is bereft of all that does not belong to it. And it is ever-present. The difference between those muddy, dark times and now, is that while this pain is unrelenting, and at times the wave is fierce, so am I, and I know I will not drown, that the tears will subside again, and until the next wave, I will glide on smoother waters, enjoying the view, in all its clarity and sharpness, from the life raft I am.
~Marcela: </3
June 28, 2016
Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under The 'L' Word
22 Wednesday Jun 2016
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Posted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, The 'L' Word, Unfettered
22 Wednesday Jun 2016
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Dandelion burstsPosted by ~MyLa | Filed under Poetry, Unfettered
Marcela: Unfiltered 
