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The Poet

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The poet sleeps
on not a summers day
The poet lives
until a winter wake

Cursed with a gift
that angels do not give
To ask ourselves
just why it is we live

With words we fly
above the deepest care
Then to crash down
upon the upper air


A bit of heaven

by

Dina Dinsmoor

A bit of heaven
i think i saw that morn
amist the clouds
my hope was newly born
a world so round
a hand so carefully kept
an arm outstretched
i had to catch my breath

I almost stopped
my movement so in awe
The cloud dispersed
not memory of it all
a gift a song
came sprinkling from the sky
to share with you
to open up our eyes

If heaven beats
down every path to you
again pursues again pursues
look clearly then
and make your leap of faith
Your cloud today,
tomorrow sits and waits


a gypsy in my dream

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I saw
I was
a gypsy in my dream
explaining to myself
some things I must have seen
The lady to the west
was dressed in tattered clothes
she had a son, a daughter
and a man she barely knows
She holds a little crystal ball
and she passes it it to me
now if you are to hold it dear
please hold it carefully
a southern lady dances fury
throws passion to the wind
an old wise northern woman sighs
thinking what might have been
Now turning to the east I find
a modern lady there
with eyes any color
and any color hair
A child I have been attending for her
now appears to my side
Her once unruly mother
fights piercingly for her pride
I see her life is mended
A good warm watered home and kind
I return her young daughter back to her
feeling safe my young charge
will continue to shine
And in a shawl am I in the glass
and dresses of color and of class
the girl to the south drowned in water
the woman to the north sighing her last
I saw
I was
four gypsys in this dream
and each gave me a puzzle
some things they must have seen


Glaring Numbers

by

Dina Dinsmoor

four seven three
cold frozen deep
it seems to me
they see me thru the door
they lable me
imprisoned in this cell
counting tiles on the ceiling
counting tiles on the floor
infinity can have these numbers
give me something more!


musical waiting

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Waiting our turn
in a line
full of couples
waiting for ends
of old beginings
and broken puzzles
Waiting for pieces
sounding with
lesser rings
Waiting for matches
of notes that
need to sing


battle for triferotita

by

Dina Dinsmoor

With hopes held high
Now you hold my hand
I opened up my eyes and
truly I saw the land

The battle over
The score was settled and
Surrendering we took
An uncommon stand

Bring us the gifts
The warriors do know
When spring thaws
Soldiers' hearts from snow

Where once I saw
A land of shaded woes
It turned into
Landscapes of spectral hues

The cost was high
We both had paid our dues
Battle scars, empty hours
Silent in empty rooms

But this return
So great we had no clue
Songs of strength and love
Always find their way home


Threads of Survival

by

Dina Dinsmoor

My soul is gone
upon looking into reality
slowly I lay on this bed
and fade into nothing
my thoughts roll by slowly

Whats left of soul
reaches out for pieces to sew
and make a patchwork quilt
a new spirit behold
or one that is very aged


Had I not Been ill

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I could have washed the dishes
I never would have known china had spirit
I could have stayed thin
I might never have known humility could be comfortable
I could have stayed your wife
I never would have known I could live without you
I could have had babies
Yes, I could have had babies


Wardance of Drought

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The moon ages more
then a month of days
Featheriness and cobwebs
clouding my gaze

To hunt in the sleeveless shirt
of a foot soldier
Maiden-like waiting
until I get older

Serene fostarage
and halberd in hand
I beg to the sky
and I cling to the land

The trestles supporting the art
are complete
The daggers unrusty
the thistles are sweet

And I the mistress with
mischief of earth
Fight a war of twilight
in a forest desert

Impeading my way
the planet does turn
Wheeling effortless rounds
as I'm tortured and spurned

Currupt is the sentence
it offers me then
As kingfish dance
on the waterless wind

Yet parlor boarders fold
on this wilderness night
And there's no one left now
but us for this fight


Mothers in War

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I saw the fear in her eyes
she said dont hurt my child
she said dont hurt my child
Dont hurt my own flesh and blood
Dont you know that its like
hurting one of your own

She covered her face so her tears
were hidden from the world
were hidden from the world
And quick as she entered the room
She was rushed out the door
holding daughter in her arms

I'm left with a memory of her
she's a memory of all
she's a memory of all
for how we protect all of theirs,
we protect all of theirs,
we protect all our own


What Does This Shape Look Like?

by

Dina Dinsmoor

They say i came out of a box
HA!
I say it has been better carrying
all of myself along in a shell
then to have let others sift me away again and again
until i was as bland as they
sneering syllables caught from each other
like colds
learning how to treat others like ameobas


The Ferris Wheel

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The ferris wheel
oh how it was always my favorite ride
how high up it took me
high enough to see all the little cars in the lot
far enough to lose you in the crowd
then back down
mid way
just enough to smell the popcorn
the cotton candy
to hear the crowd
but no one in particular
then to earth again
and you snap my picture
and we laugh
next time we will ride that together
ok love?
and he responds
it was not my doing to put you on that ride
without me.


I loved you like a sunset

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I loved him like I loved the sunset
sweet autume
and the heat of red
stars finding their way to me
but they havnt found their way yet
no they havnt found thier way yet

well we didnt last the season and we
stayed together too long
I never knew who he was
Till I turned around and he was gone
Till I turned around and he was gone

Its been two years now since we went
our seperate ways
did you think the night would turn me blind
I think you left far before that day
I think you left far before that day

oh its over
oh it never began
oh younger sisters dont ever be so fooled

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Is All I meant

by

Dina Dinsmoor

all i was , was a bit of lace
all i was , was lipstick in the corner
all i was , was perfume in the air
they were gone when I was there

who were they to do this to me
trap me in a world so small
but i say it was my castle
till they smashed down all my walls

never having one true friendship
broken strings cant string along
seeking semblance of my life
in tiny pieces on the ground

dearest reader send me your prayer
and i'll hear it in my heart
make me know the worlds not so cold
i'll reflect it in my art

Amnesia

by

Dina Dinsmoor

First they tack up all your bad memories
with a one night stay

They wrap you up in sterile bandages with infections in them
tie them up with rubber bands

The needle only stings a second but takes years away

I cant remember greeting you at the door once
but I know we did all the time

I cant remember one happy dinner but I know we had plenty

I have a few bits of dreams more then memories
I read my resume for a timeline

Theres a timeline in in my dream diary wich i wish i had used for more then bad dreams

It only has about 5 entries and you cameo in two

I wish I had been left with more then contiuous love and fractions of memory

I wish I had been left with you

What I did This Summer

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Dining with the french I was not insulted
I rode through two narrow trees on a magic horse
I fished with Paul on a small pond that
was as beautiful as the English countryside
and caught two cutthroughts
but did not
save them for breakfast

The Shutters

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I remember clearly how the shutters let the light in
playing in the closet of my youth
It was a tall closet
split in half
so as to allow proof
of its madjesty
while bowing to my small height

Sometimes it was a castle
for my dolls and I contained within
at other times it was a dungeon
Mother painted it a clean white every year
and the paint clung on
like the small carpentry repairs of my Fathers

And I clearly remember how the light shone thru the shutters

A Sense of Separation

by

Dina Dinsmoor

A Sense of Separation

She saw the divorce coming
what a brute he was, yelling at her
over a dropped cheese wrapper

He saw the divorce that night too
he never raised his voice in the least
despite her allegation it was only in jest

She listened to the divorce book
of course he was evil, all her friends said so
family and relatives too

He listened to the divorce lawyer
of course she was evil, and did he have his permission
to take on this small commitment

She smelled his freshly pressed shirt
fragrantly soaped and stainless
someday empty of her worries

He smelled her perfume in the air
it was lovely and inexpensive you know
certainly replaceable as things would allow

She had a taste of living in her own walls
they were thick and undecorated
so she worked on improvement

He had a taste of talking in his own world
saw the jesting was worse then bittersweet
made a phone call the sixteenth

They, that night
they touched each other

Speak Up

by

Dina Dinsmoor

He didnít know what to say
the obvious fact was separated people shouldnít date
wasnít it
Eve had been sipping champagne next to him and Robert
toasting Robertís eyes
how blue they are she had said
He felt a bit uncomfortable when Robert pulled out his wallet
it wasnít about who was paying the bill
it was the picture
Half slipping out of his plastic wallet frame
the little girls face said
divorce causes sadness, pain
Eve looked over at him
smiling said, whatís the matter?

For One Who Has Gone Away

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Carefully a line drawn
between whatís gone and what went on
Does she stop to worry
does she stop or just go on
being
as it is
as things are
she is leaving

Memories they linger here
Some are clear they linger on
she paints a portrait
of the girl that she once was
looking
as it is
as things were
she is leaving

There is a boat she must catch
we will miss her when she leaves
all that we can hope for
is to sail on calmer seas
seeing
how it is
she is here
she is leaving

Shadow

by

Dina Dinsmoor

She walked out
on that day
thought she left him behind her
didnít know
he waited there
waited close
around each corner
closing in
harshest voice
closed out every ordered thought
spoke to her in whispered tones
said she sold the soul he bought

Donít say his name
the nightmares haunt her still

Hands gone limp
eyes gone far
heavy with his memory
far and gone
and yet not so
distance cannot make her free
his face in dreams she tried to tear
she tried to turn away
saw reflections everywhere
and prayed to God she would awake

Donít say his name
sheís gone

Face so hard like his hands
striking, struck her on the face
demon inside
her still
haunts her she cannot escape
existing in empty space
erase the love
erase the hate
whatís left is her hardly there
she is gone -he still stays

Donít say his name
he still stays

Holding To

by

Dina Dinsmoor

You think
you can cover it up
Secret glances
stolen looks

Evasion is presuming
but what is better
A marque and reprisal
a laws letter

I wonder
whoís advice you bring
A queen sacrificed
to keep a king

You think
you can play games and win
Turnabout
is fair play again

Your vice
is where to lay the blame
A wished feather
for the loss you claim

The circle goes
round the clock again
Iím holding to
my wedding ring

Grey

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Photos faded after many years
letters wrapped in ribbon souvenirs
kept for their permanence
postcards, mementos, remnants

Grey stone cold against my hand
letters etched in solid sand
a dash between the days
does nothing to explain

A journal that she kept for work
plans for the day September third
dinner after work
with a friend of hers

with a friend of hers

My eyes are cloudy, shadows in the air
sounds surround me
footsteps on the stair
I clean the house empty
but it doesnít seem fair

Colors of a Funeral

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Sometimes fate says yes
sometimes the day arrives
but sometimes its like the sunset
and quiet night moon rise

All of the shadows fell
all of the curtains dark
still inside some how
she kept herself a spark

Of love and life, and how they were
and how theyíd meet again someday
She questioned if it would come to this
She cried when her soldier left that day

Now my mother is laid to rest
quietly beside his side this morn
beneath a tall flag and stone that reads
Together we live for in death we are born

Glancing Now

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I look at your picture youíre sleeping
I look at your picture Iím weeping
I look at your picture Iím thinking
of all of the love we have known

My love in the sunshine of sweetest creation
My hands shake with pure adoration
My mind spins in sweetest sensations
If I could just hold him right now

He smiles adoringly out of his window
He loves me though far from his widow
We are by Godís grace still so close
I know that together we live

Spinning Room

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Soft shadows they circle round here
Now I don't see so clear
Dusty walls surround me now
I reach a light switch on the wall

Did these pictures always sway
I don't think this was the way
it was and was the floor a bit more still
I feel- do you feel a chill

Oh when things were so calm
I wanted more to be around
All I wanted was some change
I only hope now I am safe

Come closer now and come near
I'm spinning, spinning in this fear
I only find that you are gone
I'm left, I'm lost, and I'm alone

Healing

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Stand alone
for a time

Read the map
look around

Walk along
left and right

Seeking answers
losing ground

Stop and go
saying rhymes

Cross your arms
think aloud

Do not know
all the time

Form the words
speak a sound

Spoken words
fear dispair

Listen hear
do not deny

Barely spoke
but yet are there

Careful softly
open eyes

Fate

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Fate is here
ever so aware
it alone decides
for us which sides
will see the time and day
it does not change
choosing to be blind

Errors trials
over mysteries and miles
they lend to seek
out treasures that we find
and we can keep
changing pathways
which one shall we choose

Fortunes task
to mend together lives
unbroken pasts with
histories and light
hearted memories
a lightly breeze
over and above

My Remedy

by

Dina Dinsmoor

It isn't good to talk to strangers
It's not good to talk to these neighbors
then i said let them shout at me
let me hear their voices
let them scream at me
I'll ignore their intimidation
Let them have their drugs
I will have my peace
For I look above
For my closest friend

Where was my Goodbye

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Where was my goodbye?
Gone like a raincloud after the storm
Where is my goodbye?
A ring changing colors like
a storm watch after the wind
Where was my goodbye?
You didn't want to say goodbye to me again

You saw the tears in my eyes
and you couldnt dry them
After all there was her sitting by your side
You cant come back to me with this child on the way
And I promised one more time that I would stay

The path wasnt one that we could control
Once we split they all said it should end at that
Honestly it really should have ended another way
But you didnt want to say goodbye to me again

And now here I am writing poetry to you
I call him at work just to hear some I love yous
The years have past but I cant say its over
Oh where....where was my goodbye

Where is my goodbye
Gone like a raincloud after the storm
Where is my goodbye?
A ring changing colors like
a storm watch after the wind
Where is my goodbye?
You didnt want to say goodbye to me again

Anonymous Celebrity

by

Dina Dinsmoor

An anonymous celebrity
holding on to sense of sanity
living only momemts at a time
one by one as the days go by

Shy trys
not to hear
when they talk about her
And she knows, yes
theres some good things they say
But she trys not to hear when they talk about her
Cause she doesn't want to
play their games

So wouldn't you know
how she feels today
Is how you feel, when you survive
She feels alive
and wants to know the truth
But they'll only, want to
play their games

An anonymous celebrity
holding onto sense of sanity
living only moments at a time
one by one as the days go by

She is dancing in her victory
She is smarter then their games
could ever be
She understood more then they thought she could
And she didn't, She didn't
play their games

She is beautiful as faith to me
She is hopefull
that the world can see
All the love we have is all we need
And we'll never
play their games
No, we will never
play their games

An anonymous celebrity
keeping hold of sense of sanity
living every moment for its time
Forever closely as the days go by

July and August

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Ninety days of silence
thats all it had to be
hushed and hurried
flustered worried
far away from me

Ninety days of empty
ninety days alone
scarred and scared and finished
in my cage my home

Ninety days to get her ring
For her dress to size
Parties kisses lovliness
I can sympathize

Just before they took me
far away from this world
I reached and found my hero
now things could be revealed

She learned to play the dark keys

by

Dina Dinsmoor

She was born on an unlucky day
so she celebrated it each year with a party
is there such a thing as an unlucky day?

She lost her husband
she ran out and got another one
and made the memories of her ex humorous

Her appearence faltered
so she found some nice clothes
and didnt wonder about age anymore

A friend died
she saw her at her wake with shock
and visited her grave with conversation

Peel the Onion- (Fast Car)

by

Dina Dinsmoor

It was a fast car
maybe your dreaming
somebody answered
the girl that was screaming

It was a fast car
maybe its over
maybe you never
really recovered

We are all deamons
peel us an onion
it makes us all cry
your not alone

Look what youve done now
somebody whispered
dont brake the windshild
he already kissed her

Over and over
she wondered aloud
and talked to the pilot
braking thru clouds

It was a fast car
maybe your dreaming
somebody answered
the girl that was screaming

You will Resurface

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Look up string theory in the public library
find your soul within you and dont just leave it at home
values and opinions tend to cross each other other nowadays
so be there for free advice but dont try to overwhelm

Remember you'll resurface once again and dont lose hope
When others pull you down and flood you with their thoughts
Expect the best, expect the worst but yes some will work on taking you body,mind,and spirit for their cause

Let the tide go over your head
you can breathe beneath the water
Lifes water is not like the liquid on the shore
Yes there will be fear, yes there will be hurt and damage
but on the other side of pain theres something more

Im not saying hurt yourself or take yourself to drown
treat yourself most carefully
but others are around
Who cant be counted on to care
they have been stolen for the evil cause
so if they get to hurt you d ears
Im telling you hold on

The Two Countrys

by

Dina Dinsmoor

They said some, it was a dirty handshake
but it was more like a bussiness agreement
not unlike some of your colleges at work are sharing

Sure, he didnt like her
and because of that she didnt like him

He probably would have looked down on her and pretended
to like her
If he didnt already know she didnt like him because he didnt like her

But, the children were so cute, and they needed a place to live
so an agreement was established that they could live with either or both parents

And to the children the destiny of the parents was given

Sunlight of Divorce

by

Dina Dinsmoor

She thought of him again today
it used to bring her tears of lonliness
but something different happened today
she felt him thinking of her back

It wasnt just their song
playing in the backround of the store
that followed up her thoughts
or that the silent clue they whispered once
came again into her mind again
that made her eyes well up with the beauty of life

It was the realization that he was with her forever
his reaching out yesterday was sufficient to bridge
the distance between yesterday, today, always

They were Wounded, They are Strong

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Gently treat them
please dont judge them
they drift sometimes into old shadows

The words they says aren't always theirs
their scars are deeper
then they can mend right now

Give them your bandages of knowlege
allow them to wear their pain
as a badge, as a medal

Dont minimize their pasts
or try to make it disappear
its theirs to own
and there is much value they can give you from it

One day from them you may learn how to survive pain
deep and unfathomable to your present selves

Eternal Ties

by

Dina Dinsmoor

She dances with me freely
allegro waltzes in her mind
though her left hand sometimes leaves my side
continous is close our bond

She steps away into the world
then feet again she's stepping closely
I try not too hold too tight, too loosely
I focus with a loving gaze

Her body and mind are constant motion
I revere her talents to entice me
Her eyes are a warm with touches of green
I keep her steady for the final sway into my arms

The Unborn Child

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Should they tell her
the girl with no arms
why they know she shouldnt have a child
they wondered as she played with her dolls

No, said the abortionist
we will just insist she take a pill that kills
any concived child

No, said the phychiatrist
she has too much faith
in time we can help her understand shes incapable
if not we have a special medicine for her
it will tell her brain to make her womb infertile

What if she doesnt want to take the medicine?
said the abortionist?

Dont worry, she will, said the psychiatrist

Why dont we just tell her the truth,that she is capable,
said the priest,
only that it would cause a burden for those around her?
that we could teach her to carry the child,
but it would be hard for her to defend it

She might marry, said the abortionist

We will cut off her legs, said a doctor desprately
then she will give up

What if she thinks she can adopt, said the abortionist

I know, said the abortionist, then we will just kill her

The child, said quitely upun hearing this
God said I should be allowed to lay with my husband close
If I choose to get married
If I have no freedom to give you my gift
He says I should tell you not to hurt
my mind, my body, my spirit

For she was only a small child
and could not choose her freedoms

The Glass Castle of Bipolarity

by

Dina Dinsmoor

When I was young I thought I heard an echo
from my first grade teachers voice
I grasped a higher concept but I did not understand how

I did not hear that echo until many years later
but this was a different kind of echo
It was the cruel echo of my kidnapper and rapist
I was 23 and he did not let me drink or sleep for days

He sent music to my ears
laughing as he said "do you hear it too"
He would not let me go home till I passed out

The choice to go to the hospital or the police was not mine
They explained how I was "defective"
how I was in need of their medicines
How I was out of control of my emotions
and how I was making my family miserable
they doused me in "healing" art

They painted my world for me
told me if I left their sides
I was sure to be suicidal
Explained that my husband was surely abusive
and begged me to please explain what was wrong
with my parents bringing me up
Surely they were not to be trusted

So,I looked up what the world of science
had to say about me
they said they had a cure
It made me unable to have children
and I lost my husband

Now they said take this medicine instead
for if you dont you will have episodes
that will distroy your logic
and you wont be able to speak with anyone anymore
and we will lock you up
with people addicted to hurting other people

If I were talking to me then I would have been honest
I would have given me a choice
They thought they were forcing wisdom upon me
When in reality by denying me true information
it was they who were unwise

Again and again I would break through the wall
that existed between their mind and mine
and they would put me back
No, No, they would say
You aren't on our frequency
If you dont go back to where you were before
you are dirty with imperfection

And those who wanted me to hear things like they did
would warn me never to speak of it
this teaching me to be deceitful
and sending me to fear again about being with the abusers

I would let the Bipolar person know they
are also a gift to the world
that they are not reciving emotion damping medicines
because they are like bad children
but because they have fewer defenses
like a semi-permiable glass castle
people can reach inside of them
and if we give them certain chemicals
the abusers cannot reach their emotions as easily,
manipulating them in such a way that they get hurt
But in manipulating psychological terms
many doctors have hurt many paitients
and for many of them it is all for the god of money

As for the other medicine
It should be given as a choice
it should be given with the spiritual vocabulary
of the reciver of the medicine
for it is a spiritual medicine

After I took it again I could hear the echos
only clearer this time
which is not always a good thing
for the echos of ideas of saints and heaven
keep me very busy
and yes sometimes there are lower levels
of thought
caught from the vibes of my freinds and neighbors
But like always I knew how to reject a bad one
unless they crowd me in to exaustion
then I do my best to swim under the thoughts
long enough for them to wash away
finding myself resurfacing again

As for the glass castle
People undervalue it
Those who are lucky enough to be with us
are gifted with the ideas of highest value
For lying within them are deep wells knowledge

With a spiritual healing
extended from the church
the bipolar spirit cannot be taken over
And safe within the glass castle
they can see the entire world

Dash to the Finish

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Psychic
the first word
I turn to
I turned to read
a hand given to me
an offer to plead
coptic "copout"
am I in need?

my eyes fell on words
horizontally
no tropical plants
mellifluous words
march we go onward
solidarity

sally the youth
the wage earner near
practice your longhand
the battle is near
water lemons
ripen
so quickly this spring
the paupers
are lunatics
to them
flowers bring

Flood

by

Dina Dinsmoor

How did it feel when the flood of you came in?
over the sea to see you again

Like sprinkles from heaven falling gently down
filling my mind painlessly with things to be done

Order was sought by the cells within my mind
I didnt feel it but it happened much this time

Buried within me things began to surface up
Taking there place among the the things to be done

People to talk to, an order to the mess
Things are resolved now I can finally get some rest

People will call me in their own time
My respect-tive marriage will just be fine

Until I hear from you I will treat him as my friend
We'll give proper distance until we reach the end

One day I'll see you walking in a crowd
Will you see me back, I dare not to speak aloud

Diendra

by

Dina Dinsmoor


looking for a place to live
her house filled with someone else's heart
Diendra
She looked for a soul to give
the love she used to have on Brooklyn St
Diendra
never looks again
the love they used to have will never end

September Pirate

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I tried to make that telephone call
Somehow the numbers were gone
The last time I couldnt get though
something had gone wrong

A child of a man called me up that day
From his cell in the I wont let this happen store
He needed me for a project
He wouldn't tell me too much more

The owning of a soul
It was the pirates cruel delight
To chain her owned soul to his
At the deadly stroke of midnight

Then he asked me about that dream I had
was it still intact
Did it include some numbers
Did it include a map

He didn't see the portent
got on his knees to cut to the chase
Was this the war, are we at war
Were bombs gonna drop
All around this place

He didnt seem to think those days
it was any kind of imposition
To let another harpsichord
Plagerize the original composition

I told him that I loved him
Everyone loves their protector
Everyone loves a song
That reminds them of their maker

I wanted to hear from the one
Who knew me in love and in all
We were leveled by a pirates admiration
And I couldnt make the call

The Golden Room

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The room is lighted
sacredly in the half dimmed light
the room is tan and brown in house tonight
This is a place where one has come to live
Where one has come to die
The lamp upun the table keeps a careful eye
In the back I see a table
to the left I see a room
The table cloth is fancy
but the table is set for none
The man he goes to his bed
preparing for his sleep
The young woman has carefully
arranged things
and folded down the sheets
Respectful to keep her distance
When he needs his space
Ever by his side
When memories need to be embraced
The room is lighted
sacredly in the half dimmed light
God protects the young and old
Who seek him in their paths

The Axis of the Universe

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Galileo never had the time to finish all his work
measurements to be done
I didn't create this riddle God was the only one

By the son who pushed inspiration aside
we could have proved a lot
Perhaps he would have proved the riddle
He never really lied

The sun rotates around us all
Aristotle had the pen
The only problem was that there was movement all the same

Revolving round the sun it was revolving around us
swirlin movement out and all telescopes helped us much

as soon as we saw the craters
we had to think of something more

Why did we have to think
it must be something fought out for?

The lastest qustion left to prove was where did it all stop.
Mathmatics heat and science did contribute to the map

And finally one last note I'll and before i wash the pen
the primary point of the world we are revolving around

is Him

Do You See Me Baltimore

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Wandering homeless
Wondering what's next on her list
Is there enough to buy the parking
They are searving at Our Daily Bread

Her sisters all so busy
Her brother try's to make some room
He lives next to her parent's
They know it brings another kind of doom
Protective Orders they run out
Lawyers fees of such amount

He says he's going to kill me
The government is on his side
This is a time for learning
A time for learning how to hide

Two months time for the divorce
Too much time and no recourse
Can you be a witness
For the sacrificial lamb
Brought to slaugter
Saved by most mysterious hands
Dont permit this at all
Bring me safe down in the fall

Chourus:

If you see me
Walking down your street
If you see me
If you see me
do you see me
If you see me
do you see me

Explaining the Sands of Time to Guinivere's Last Bright Knight

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I don't peer thru my glasses for distance
My nervous laughter is not to impress you
I dont't drink my vermuths in Paris
I got a story why my shoes aren't tied up right

Chourus:
There are a lot of ways
I don't mean to come across today
There are a lot of ways
I dont mean to look right now
(repeat)

I kinda impressed myself that I laughed at
you tonight
I may have wanted distance cause I don't like rejection
I really want to show up Lady Ashley
I got new shoes that I don't have to tie

(Chourus)

I've never had this experience
Least not anytime recently
So for once could you forgive me
of my love
Forgive me of my love
And see me later on
See me later on

Godparent

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I remember the day of her baptism
you and I
young as her
but older

how good it felt to stroll down an aisle
again with you
tears of beauty find me here

to hold her in our arms

to see you as father
me as mother at your side

the promise we made for her
our dutys
our love

someday she would play next to our children
and if we had none we still had her in Gods sweet way

and now you are gone
and she is growing up without you

you are so far i cant send you a letter
so far you cant get a picture
or send her a birthday card
we both miss you

shes just starting kindergarden
i bring your name up
but your absence will be noted

My Garden

by

Dina Dinsmoor

My garden of basil
and sweet red tomatoes
and marigolds all helping out
i pulled up the weeds
removed all the leaves
and watered it tenderly down
You told me of Sam
and helped tend my land
until someone
came by with a steamroller and
crushed the entire thing
so we couldnt enjoy it anymore

First Boyfriend

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Tender smile of 14
I had never been kissed
i was only 13
you were first on my list
you gave my a silver bracelet
inscribed simply "love"
I still keep it hidden
where my father cant steal it
like he stole all I've ever owned
in the music box
My first husband gave me
difficult to find
Dear Brian, Dear Lee
My words were not my own
A shadow stood behind
And whisped out my mouth
Those envious goodbyes

Global Thermonulear war in May 05

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Cincinatti never looked worse
Dust and Ashes
Golden Gate brige got there first
Dust and Ashes
Nevada Desert rain from the sky
Dust and Ashes
Galway Bay says goodbye
In Dust and Ashes
San Diego finally split
in Dust and Ashes (7)
Gardenville Maryland gets hit
Dust and Ashes
Laurel tells you right now
its not kidding around
its gonna be
Dust and Ashes

Why nothing else gets hit
is because we built it
We cant open those nukes up
Planets gonna tilt if we blow them up

(Run slow)
(start now)
(snap your fingers at people)
(tell them to go)
(when the gas pumps stop working
2 miles a day at least walk)
(Wear sunscreen 1000 and you wont want
to fill the tub)))
(go ahead and do silly things like wearing a bowl
on your head)
(keep your sense of humor)
(dont stand in a ring around the perimeter))

more later if you need me

Why

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Sylvia and I
Lost the ones we loved
ever to forget us
never to repent

The box is empty
You pulled us out
Why

Rumor Control

by

Dina Dinsmoor

I had a lover cold as September
when it moves across a graveyard fence
He put quite an insulting lable
on my unfinished bottles
of diagnosis

I could tell you what he said
to his great satisfaction
for thats what graveyard demons like
the best

I am lost I am hopeless
I clung to him
like a 3am phone call
that goes unanswered everynight
say you'll call on Friday too he asks

Let me make you more than you are
I will dissolve all your weaknesses
into the bloody pool you belong in
you crazy bitch

you are more then a carrier
of a papsmear once a year
symptomless and sinless

You are mine forever he says
I am vindicated
Let them treat her as the diseased
and smattered wretch that all woman are

I saw him not then as i see him now

How I saw the man

by

Dina Dinsmoor

A face like Jesus
brown eyes that were tierd
hoping for nothing
promising nothing
and yet

I refused to hold him
I needed him to hold me
I'll hold him later as
a mother does
when I am stronger I thought

His eyes were sober
Though he often drank
I never minded the second hand smoke
because Marlboros are soft and tender
and I leaned in on my jacket
When I was alone
and took him in again

He hated being called perfect
because he had been rejected
because he was not
at least in my mind
What father ever leaves a child and wife
a child thinks
unless..
I wanted to go there with him
one day.

I knew he could fill my soul
if he ever wanted it

He may read this and know nothing yet of what I meant

Sebastian

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Sebastian,
what to make of you?
I'll make you into a proper
father figure
Locked up for too long
for defending your life
Fathers defend life like that
Singing a lullubye
on your guitar
Fathers sing like that
and yes,
I understand how it started
with a childhood operation
and yes
Some Fathers keep methadone in the fridge
Fathers take resposibility like that
(keep my blue ribbon in your he art)

Dreams of the Pirates Child

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Our child will have
hair black as the pirates flag
skin as cold white as its sails
with warm red coral blush
ice blue eyes that percive
the depths of the ocean
and all of lifes seriousness

Will our child be like we were
and understand science and math
reading the newpapers
like water charts
in second grade
a global success

Unless we have
a child full of
sunshine
and that would be
perfect also

Will we have a girl
her long black hair
rusteling in the wind
like her mother in her chilhood
enjoying being out in the storm
watching where the lighting strikes

Will we have a boy
with curly black ringlets
picking up seashells
knowing enough alchemy
to ask the shells themselves
where they have been
throwing them back in
with dreams to follow them

Nesting

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Pink fishing wire
and she floats away
twigs of a maple tree
sewn in the right way
a young mans blue ribbon
tossed to the wind to her
the robin takes the prize
its stronger with some burrs
she brushes down some feathers
to make the softest bed
and winks at the girl on the road
does she know just what i said
and weaves it all together
with songs without the words
these treasures for the off spring
to keep them safe and warm

Ties Got Cut

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Perfumed letters went out to all my sweethearts
They can keep
a piece of my heart
now let me go too

Doctors
Go away we made no deal
to be governed and taxed
on what I feel
old lovers of mine are not your business

Go away Mark Smith
Im not on your list
Bygones are bygons and
I will think of you again
and your mighty friends
when Im shacled without protection
in a bordello in Iraq

I was armored by a leading group
and taught to fight by another
These are petty battles, my parents
when ive been thru steel and leather

Mom only gives me recipes to obey dad
Dad regrets most everything
and says whats had is had
and what is not you toss away
cause all of us have almost been dead
just get it out of your head
that we threw those photos out

Whats Below the Lawn

by

Dina Dinsmoor

kindly place a room to talk in
She tried to leave the freezer walk in
loading dockets freindly teather
hears your voice and think you're clever

room as such cannot be gotten
for the things that shes forgotten
hate to jump to this conclusion
but shes wired to find collusion

Lucky less but untold horrors
overtook her over long tomorrows
hurt her more then broken hands
understood by one strong man

Send her back she dies more than
off afar in desert coastland
feed her to a freindy shark
instead they turned her into art

mottled looks and worse you know
ruined for children, slander and close
to handle this she needs to learn
the art of burning while she burns

Shes forgotten how it was
without a doctor who gets off on buzz
and playing whos on first with her
and second place and grabbing third

Shes wearing armor, she belives Isa died
she having life and getting by
shes threatless weak and overdrawn
If she stays this way she'll be below the lawn

Allah

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Allah
Allah, Allah
all day long
Allah
Allah, Allah
I sing this song
Allah
Allah, Allah
His name is sweet
Allah
Allah, Allah
At my husbands feet
Allah,
Allah, Allah
One God to fear
Allah
Allah, Allah
One Prophet to hear
Allah,
Allah, Allah,
One husband to obey
Allah,
Allah, Allah
I found a sweet new day

Serious Stockholm

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Serious Stockholm
Secret survival
Never want to turn the table
Brought me to a beautiful man
But I was under his command
One strong man
I think he told him
She is married
Take her back

Knock Knock Joke

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Knock Knock

Who's There?

The Viper...

Who?

The Viper, I've come to vipe your
vindows

Fifteen (imprtntlvl)

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Fifteen!
Fifteen!
on this we are very keen!
Fifteen!
the number makes us want to scream!
Fifteen!
Alex or Emma,you better behave at fifteen!
No troubled teen
Fifteen!

Dreams Re-envisioned

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Will we have a boy,i dream
With dark ringlets in his hair
Or a girl to which none,
none can be conpared
we stand by the seashore
and Allah gives us our chance
to concieve,a mission believed
a child with just a dance

Our New Kitten

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Little Rasil Raisin
We cant wait to meet you
now your just a picture
Here in a week or two
To comfort us in mourning
Of a dream we use to have
Of a child of both of us
A little lass a little lad
And although we are not giving you
That kind of yard to measure
We will love you and and sometimes call you
Our baby and our treasure
The Siamese for thousands of years
Have been around to soften
The tears of saddened people
and to give us conversation
We cannot give to you
Your predicessors palace temple
But in our hearts we think you'll find
A place that is quite special

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Red Roses
Current mood: melancholy
Category: Writing and Poetry

Red roses and babys breath
Yesterdays flowers sit in my miste
Holding onto hope
This month we're right on time
ingredients were gathererd
motility might be fine
The only thing that keeps me from crying
and calling all my friends
is last months flowers
didnt last
a fragile dream again

DUI, cleared

by

Dina Dinsmoor

They used the DUI search
to put me on the map
cause they arent skilled
enough to put fact and facts

It was a cool OC eve and we were
driving on the street
It was crowded on both sides
and there was this cop on her beat

She thought i looked weak
I guess i know why
But im not going to say it
did she look me in the eye?

The test said zero point zero zero
But i wanted to go ,to go home
I didnt let them take my blood
There was a question when push came to shove

I didnt want to go to the OC ward
There was nothing there for which to look forward
They could mess with my meds when they were ok
cause Benzotropine shows up sometimes i have heard say

After almost a year of no driving at all
I took cabs and buses and rides from pals
A driving school gave their A OK
And thats why i am still driving today

Mind Reading

by

Dina Dinsmoor

It's horrid to think
that people think aloud
You're thoughts are not your own
in any crowd
You try to hold back thoughts
that leap ahead
As if they were
something that you have said
A picture forms itself
inside your brain
You think that others see it
just the same
You formulate defenses
for yourself
For random thoughts
that fall down from the shelf
And clutter right in front
the audience show
The things they
need never really know
You're helpless, scared
demeaned and overwrought
It's horrid to think
that people read your thoughts

Three Days of Darkness

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Far Away,
Far Away,
and above it all
I could see,
I could see,
the fall,
It took almost three days to go
For death to fall to the fires below

(Chorus)

The End of it All.
The End of this Fallen Earth
The End of it All.
The shadows crawl from the dirt
The Gates open up,
The Heavens lay open and Hell
ascends to the Earth
to take all that it owns

The pain and torment
of those who denied
will go on
but those crucified
will go on to another level of life
never more to see caos
and this strife

(Chorus)

Death is dead
and now,life lives on
the King has rose
and our lives he won
The seals are broken
we now see our fate,
The wheat from tares
be divided today

(Chorus)

(end)

Let's See

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Lets see...
Cancer anyone
I am lucky,
there's no one
no person in the family
how did that happen
Well they all seemed to do well,

Lets see...
Family history
a great aunt
one can suppose
she has insanity?
One person in the family
that's all it has to be
Well I failed that I thought,

Lets see...
Diabetes?
test 5.6
that's kind of important
Oh just a few more things
How about they look a lot
Well that's the way
its done I thought

Let's see...
Tumors,no
so no biopsies needed
A doctor polite enough
to get through whats needed
a full workup
more blood taken
drop the water in the cup
so it won't be mistaken
not pregnant yet she sees
No VD's , I'm kinda smart
In rain one must always bring
umbrellas to the park.

Let's see...
I'm a social drinker
but now not a sip
spinal cord gets by
despite scoliosis of
the hip
drugs never taken,
not the way I chose to live
decent vision in both eyes
vocal, hearing, reaction tests

Lets see...
Bone density
heart on track
measure it carefully
for irregularity
or plaque
fingernails are clean
skin a healthy sheen
insurance intact
I'm even wearing a ring

Let's see...
my teeth were once quite crooked
but now they are pretty shaped
Scale says I'm on heavy side
but I got by with a heavier weight
All the health tests about
all the tests on myself
all the ones i talked about
and who knows how many
unlisted, performed, sought out,

It's OK
I know
to help me on the way
having the best
of care
means we start
today
To best prepare
for a baby to be

So, Lets see..

Parent Teacher Night

by

Dina Dinsmoor

Correct her gently, correct her careful
take it slow cause shes a handful
one more minute
she'll chalk it up
to experience
not to lack of love

spinning drifting goes her mind
what do you think
he's always kind
kind enough to hear her cry
and long enough to hate the guy

messy desks are smart disguises
when there is no place to hide in
reading words,
words for themselves
honest answers, no rebels

Now shes older, now shes wiser
Had some love
at hand to guide her
He puts the ruler off to side
She feared to look into
his eyes

Serious

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The street is cold and rainy
I scan across the pavement
for marks of uneveness
careful
serious

You step outside the car door
I take your coat, your arm
firmly,you can't see this is
careful
serious

The beggar on the corner
and a black leather jacket
quick to judge appearances
careful
serious

Go walking to the table
Dim light in the room make it
with poor eyesight, dangerous
careful
serious

Driving home i say a prayer
Cars are fast and it's dark
You are relaxed and oblivious
careful
serious

What is my expression now
Hardening my gaze out of love
Who else had this experience?
careful
serious

Serious

by

Dina Dinsmoor

The street is cold and rainy
I scan across the pavement
for marks of uneveness
careful
serious

You step outside the car door
I take your coat, your arm
firmly,you can't see this is
careful
serious

The beggar on the corner
and a black leather jacket
quick to judge appearances
careful
serious

Go walking to the table
Dim light in the room make it
with poor eyesight, dangerous
careful
serious

Driving home i say a prayer
Cars are fast and it's dark
You are relaxed and oblivious
careful
serious

What is my expression now
Hardening my gaze out of love
Who else had this experience?
careful
serious

Marjorie Brooke

by

Dina Dinsmoor

My Marjorie Brooke
with love and your smile
just how will you look
I'm loving you child
you write with a look
you make all life's trial
into a new book
so more then worthwhile

I the new mother
new diet matters
feel this small flutter
small treats, good platters
softly I mutter
nutrients gather
more peanut butter
lets see what I've got here

Pickles and ice cream
salt, sugar, water
she must have a need
building blocks for her
she says "Mommy please!"
I'd never ignore
so crackers and cheese
I'll give her some more

I write little songs
to sing you to sleep
when you come along
sweet memories to keep
if its all night long
it still will be sweet
to you I belong
It's you that I'll keep

Marjorie's Mom

by

Dina Dinsmoor

You wake and you cry
You're fed and you're dry
And so
the day
it goes
You babble, you coo
I love you, love you
This
I think
you know
You drink all your milk
You eat all your cereal
You know
you're such
a miracle
Your eyes go left
Your eyes go right
And to
mother's
delight
Our eyes they meet
It is so sweet
I - love -you

Marjorie's Mom

by

Dina Dinsmoor

You wake and you cry
You're fed and you're dry
And so
the day
it goes
You babble, you coo
I love you, love you
This
I think
you know
You drink all your milk
You eat all your cereal
You know
you're such
a miracle
Your eyes go left
Your eyes go right
And to
mother's
delight
Our eyes they meet
It is so sweet
I - love -you