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Egg-cellent – re-blog

Published March 27, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Eggsquisite!

Capricious Poet

eggs.gifEgg-cellent

There’s a treat that egg-sists
that brings such happiness
egg-actly what kind
(cause I can read your mind.)
So please let me egg-plain
it’s egg-cellent for your brain
with tryptophan within
and protein for good skin
an egg will make you smile
egg-streamly worthwhile.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

I believe breakfast is the most important meal of the day for our bodies and keeps us going all morning. Eggs got a bad rap in the past but we now know that eggs should be a healthy part of our daily diets.

Writing a Quadrille this week for the prompt egg with dVerse~Poets Pub. The words with egg in them are counted as one word.

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Let’s Get it Over…Easy —Reblog

Published March 27, 2018 by Nan Mykel

I had to share it…

mishunderstood

Egg me on

Come on

Tap me twice and

I’ll break for you

Find the faults that you’ve

Held me to

Watch the way that

I spill for you

Poke my yolk

Make me run

Scramble my thoughts

It’s still

All over your face

A quadrille is 44 words, excluding the title. This week you must include the word “egg”. 

Kim is our host. It’s all happening over at dVerse Poets Pub!

Image credit: pixabay.com

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Change – Reblog by mehflowers

Published March 23, 2018 by Nan Mykel

A breath of fresh air! I’m reblogging.

mehflowers

She moves languidly through the days
A listless performance
Like an overly rehearsed play
Empty echoes bouncing
Like holograms you cannot touch
making no impact
Time for a curtain call
A scene change
A new script
Not a sequel
Not a remake
A character change
Leaving the familiar behind

dVerse prompt. Write any poem at all. Open link night!

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Unique – reblog by capricious poet

Published March 23, 2018 by Nan Mykel

A good shot in the arm and a fun Google image find.

Capricious Poet

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Unique

I like you cause you’re funny
intelligent and kind
good looking and hardworking
so distinctive, so refined.

I like you cause you’re honest
irreplaceable and rare
an exceptional type of person
the one who always cares.

I like you cause you’re different
it’s part of your mystique
you are just one of those people
so refreshingly unique.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2013

Today is open link night at dVerse~Poets Pub and I’m sharing an older poem that could well be a greeting card for a friend. The image is an animation from a Google search.

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belliboneone re-blog on transgender vulnerability

Published March 22, 2018 by Nan Mykel

Remembering our Dead, February 2018

 

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Earlier today I received a call from a dear friend, another transgender woman. Some weeks back, two trans women she knew went missing. Their bodies were recently found and have now been identified.

THIS is what happens to people like me in this country based on hatred and violence.

THIS is what happens to people like me in this country where it is just fine to treat my existence as a joke.

THIS is what happens to people like me in a world where I am not entitled to dignity, where my most profound inner experience of who I am is blithely brushed aside as a whim or a lifestyle choice.

THIS is what happens to people like me when my life has no value whatsoever.

We wind up murdered in garbage bags.

You want to know why the real murder rate of trans women is much, much higher than the numbers cited on Days of Remembrance? Look no further.

One of the victims, who was also very definitely a trans woman, was identified by the police and the press as a man and called by her dead name, which I refuse to write here. They are using an old picture of her, one that was probably provided by her family.

I imagine that her family is insisting on the misgendering and the use of  her dead name and the use of an image she would have found profoundly abhorrent in ways that cisgender people can never understand.

I suppose her family won in the end.

Even in death she is not allowed to be who she was. The friend who called me, who has good reason not to trust her relatives, says she is going to burn the remaining pictures she has from her old life.

I have a request. If I am murdered, please let me be me.

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