“Geeks-R-Us”
Word
games, puns, an oxymoron or Scrabble,
Foreign
phrases or lighthearted Pig Latin babble,
Science
Fiction, Satire, Non-Fiction Drama,
They
all appeal to the literary momma!
For a
deeper look, they do require.
To
catch their meanings one must be
Skilled
in recognizing analogies.
I love
to write poetry in my free time;
Contemplate
thoughts and drop a rhyme,
Or
collaborate with colleagues colloquially.
It
really is not very difficult to see
That I
have quite a bit of geek in me.
Copyrigth 2012 Michelle
Baksic-Hargett
“Trapped”
Blind-sided
from in front of my face
Trust
misplaced ended in disgrace Self-destruct or pick up the pace
Become
numb it is my saving grace Stay moving fast for when I cease
I am given no chance for peace
All time stood still
As he moved in for the kill
Late reaction told me to run
This game was his idea of fun
Bait and switch with Jekyll and Hyde
Couldn’t breathe to react, no time to decide
Between fight and flight—
I’m only dead on the inside
“Photography”
The
smile of a child, a soft flower as it bends
Are
captured innocently from behind the lens
Peaches
and pink candy comprise the sunrise
Colorfully
consuming the expansive new sky
Forever
the keeper of dawn’s early light
One snap!
I’ve caught the beauty of the sight
In
front of the lens, things are honest and real
Aborigines
believe your soul this can steal
Lighting
and subject form the perfect embrace
Leaving
the dance without mark or disgrace
Just
simple and perfect by God’s pure design
Photography
captures the moment in time
Copyright 2012 Michelle
Baksic-Hargett
"Mother Daughter Relationships"
We
didn’t ever see eye to eye
But
that doesn’t mean I didn’t try
My
very best to make you proud
But I
was always too messy or to loud
Too
opinionated, uncensored and full of fire
You
saw it as rebellious—I saw it as desire
So I
studied harder and made the grade
Got
through college, and made my way
Followed
your life playbook to the tee
But it
didn’t seem to matter, you didn’t see
I had
my BA and my MRS under my belt
But
the pressure was there, like a vise, I felt
Because
our relationship was still not strong
So I
gave you grandchildren—the perfect pair
And
that won me favor for a while there
I
moved 2000 miles to be closer to you
And
things improved, as they sometimes do
But
when I failed to cook and dress
For my
husband you were not impressed
“Maintain
the 50’s housewife image my dear
Your
husband needs perfection. Is that clear?”
Once
again I failed and that’s how it goes,
Now my
divorce is just another woe
Oh,
what a disappointment I must be!
Single
parent stigma—a statistic always in need
You’re
always running to save me with great speed
Well,
I’d like to say I’m sorry, no doubt, it’s true
But I’m
sorry to me and not really to you
Because
the person I disappointed most
Is me
Copyright 2012 Michelle Baksic-Hargett
