Poem: I Am a Dangerous Woman by Jennifer Farley:

I Am a Dangerous Woman by Jennifer Farley:

I am a dangerous woman…

Infinitely compassionate and wildly loving.
Softly strong and strongly soft in my ways.
Don’t get to close, you may see dreams come true and wishes appear from thin air.

I am a dangerous woman…….

Able to give unconditional love from an endless well within.
Blindingly bright ~ I will continue to shine until the stars fade from the heavens.
For God’s sake, don’t give me your heart, I might show you what it’s for and how to use it.

I am a dangerous woman……

Capable and real.
Genuine and wise.
Whatever you do, don’t tell me your secrets, I will keep them.

I am a dangerous woman…….

Gently staunch in my defense of family, friends and home.
Crazy in love with my life.
Don’t expose me to your children, I may teach them something of value.

I am a dangerous woman………

Revealing in my sensuality.
Enjoying all the pleasures of being female.
Stay away from me if a lover that is both your equal and your joy is what you seek.

I am all that I am meant to be.
If this means danger then……

I AM a dangerous woman.

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We are, daughters, All children, of the grand mother

Cry, Llorona cry,
wet the sidewalks of America,
cry, words don’t heal a thing,
tears of salt and bitter almonds,
cry for the porches of Habana,
cry for Kennedy and Fidel,
for Jeff who rolled up his trousers
and stepped into the Wolf river.
Cry Llorona cry,
poets fall like bowling pins,
spirited men toppled silently
by the stone of anonymity,
cry for the dirt behind the ears
of Modigilani and Van Gogh,
cry for my tattered verse
in the void of the internet.

Cry Llorona cry,
TV’s and radios are neutering
the foals of our bewilderment,
cry for the frozen avocados
and the soul of Robert Lehman,
tears of lime and peppermint,
let Putin hear, he has won
the battle for heartlessness.

Cry Llorona, cry,
no one’s coming down to save us,
the skies are sieved, cry, cry,
make fountains of your eyes,
cry Llorona cry and do it well
phrasing is everything,
only perfect songs redeem
my repertoire of sadness.

Gabriel Moreno
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