Poem: Grace & Hope

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Today is Lesbian Visibility Day so this is my poem Grace & Hope in honour of the day. Hope you all like it. 🙂

 

When they were 3

they used to play with Barbies

and occasionally a Cindy,

sitting for hours talking

and making up weddings

for their dolls.

 

By high school Grace

had turned all emo

while Hope joined

the debating team

and became the school nerd.

 

At 21 Grace wondered

why she was attracted to her

best friend.

After all Grace liked girls,

always had

but to the world Hope was

a guy called Ryan

but she never felt like a guy

to Grace

so it was all very odd.

 

In any case love was love

and all that jazz

and by 22 they were officially

an item

but Hope was moody

a lot of time

and Grace wished she would

let her in.

 

At 24, Hope admitted to Grace

that she was trans,

no big deal to anyone

except Daisy Johnson

who insisted they weren’t

‘a real lesbian couple’

like herself and Joan

but no one listened to her anyway.

 

At 30, they got engaged,

a mutual agreement over breakfast

in their new flat,

might be many years before

they would marry,

recreate their dolls’ weddings,

many years before they saved

for the rings

but the deal was made

and life was good.

 

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Poem: My Worth

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I want to fall in love someday,

just a little dream of mine,

some dreams come true,

some don’t I guess.

 

When in search of love

sometimes it’s easy to forget

to forget that you are

in fact pretty fabulous,

you bend into their mould

and that’s no fun.

 

Oh hell let me say it

I’m looking for a normal

in other words not a bigot,

I’m not a bigot,

why would I expect any less?

Why would I accept any less?

Forgot my worth, didn’t I?

 

Optional: funny, ambitious without being psychopathic,

but you know just a normal, kind person,

not some weirdo in other words,

just a personal preference,

might as well use the often misused buzzword:

preference.

 

I’m not picky,

just know what I like,

I want a normal,

not an abnormal

who is shocked and confused by everything,

I’m sure there’s multitudes of women, non-binary people and men out there

who fit that type,

I’ve come across a few,

let’s see what the future brings.

 

Poem: Understand

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The sun set over her head,

she looked to the sky

and wondered if there was

any other people on

planets beyond,

she looked at the people

around her and wondered

if she could understand

the people beyond

more than the people

who inhabited the planet with her.

 

 

The sound of her wife’s feet approaching

brought her out of her thoughts,

she’d know the sound of those steps anywhere,

the clicking of flip flops she wore always

even away from the beach like today,

in this world of chaos she knew at

least they understood each other

like the backs of their hands

and that was enough for her.

Poem: Stars

 

 

 

It was a clear night,

she wrapped her fingers

through hers

as they rested on a blanket

and looked at the stars,

it was like a scene from a movie

only more mundane,

she listened as she told her

facts about stars and space,

suddenly interested in

something she’d never been before

because she was storytelling,

she kissed her on the cheek first,

courage stopping her from kissing her lips

though she really wanted to

then she kissed her back on the lips gently,

their first kiss,

they both blushed

and were unsure how to act

so they cuddled up in each arms

and she continued talking

about stars and the space

knowing they both felt

they were in a wonderful new galaxy

together

like stars in the sky

till the end of time.

Poem: Argentine Tango With John

 

John was super handsome,

he was tall, dark and handsome

but Adam knew he had more

depth than that.

He was the kind of man

who had did ballroom from

when he was a little boy,

was absorbed by the world,

Adam worked in the canteen area

of the new ballroom studios

which John’s Mum and Dad,

two of the ballroom legends

owned and he would watch

this dapper man dance with

his long-term dance partner Laura

dreaming of him taking him in his arms

out on that floor,

John could lead, thought Adam,

I wouldn’t have a clue what to do if he didn’t

after all.

 

The months passed and one night

John extended his hand,

a warm smile,

a gentleman way about him

as usual,

Adam stepped forward

and took his hand,

no music,

just the sound of their steps

gracing across the floor,

“I’ll love to take you on a date

if you’d want to come with me?”,

John said.

Want to?!, John I’ve being dying for you 

to ask!, thought Adam.

“Might be fun, yeah.”, he replied instead.

They continued to glide across the floor

unaware that the future held in store

their marriage,

parenthood,

a gorgeous cottage

and a dog called Ralf.

And of course much dancing together.

 

Poem: Never Change

 

 

Most people see her outer beauty

and she’s not immune

but she sees so much more,

she sees that she’s intelligent,

independent,

she knows she could walk rings around her

in the department of brain power,

she’s the calm

to her passionate sails

but just as passionate.

But she’d never try to change her

and she’d never want her to change.

She loves her because she cares, her heart’s kind,

she doesn’t see difference,

she’s both sensible and immature

with a brilliant sense of humour,

she believes in myself when she’s around her.