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26 PAD D Hansen

Evening

Evening

Evening follows

Golden sunshine

Time of day when

I'm with you, my

Love. Again. Again.

23 PAD D Hansen

posted 4/23/10 but deleted

4/25/10 around 10 PM. Poem

Might be different, wrote it on

The fly. No copy found. And

Now you see an excuse that

Is longer than the poem.

Overeatersville - inspired by Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville

Nibblin’ on cheesecake,

Hoping my scales break,

All of my outfits pull at the seams.

Rubbin’ my tummy,

For somethin’ yummy,

French fries with ketchup really sounds good.

It’s lunch again for us in Overeatersville.

Not looking for my lost calorie book.

Some people say that greens are good and meat is bad,

But I know, we have the right to choose.

I popped out a button,

Revealed my stomach

Ought to go shopping to find a snap.

But pins in a cushion,

Will do in a pinchin’

Why bother with snaps when pins are good.

It’s lunch again for us in Overeatersville.

Not looking for my lost calorie book.

Some people say that greens are good and meat is bad,

But I think, we have the right to choose.

You can’t take my cheesecake,

Who cares if my scales break.

It’s my choice and I’ll eat what I choose.

Serve what you want to,

Serve what I want too,

Even best of friends can disagree.

It’s lunch again for us in Overeatersville.

Not looking for my lost calorie book.

Some people say greens are good, and meats are bad,

I know, we have the right to choose.

25 PAD D Hansen

Road Trip To Exhaustion

On the road from dawn to just

The other side of midnight, I

Finally stopped and found a

Room, checked in, lugged my

Bag up outside steps, and

Entered a dark and smelly room.

It was so foul - a grimy pit with

Yellowed butts and scattered walls.

I was awfully tired, could hardly see,

And did not find my safety.

I needed to say awake, my heavy

Eyes were nodding in and out, sleepy

Oozed out every pore and begged for

Sleep. I tried to battle but could not,

So pulled back greasy covers. They

Showed frequent signs of coupling. I

Yanked them off, piled them into a

Corner, and turned to see the facing

Edge of mattress covered in blood.

24 PAD D Hansen

Baby Tears

I used to be a succulent, I used to be white sand.
I used to be a pinkish yellow flower. I used to be
An overhanging boulder and knew where baby
Tears were cradled. I used to pour my blooms
Down sun bleached paths. I used to flood.
I used to surge, but now I'm barren soil.


PAD 22 Earth D Hansen 4/22/2010

The U.S. Constitution

According to the U.S. Constitution,

Bribery is just as bad as treason.

Looking Back To Oxford

In 1997, long ago,
I took the polar route
To Oxford University.
I read and walked about
The Inner Walls, and
St. Mary's too with spiral
Stone steps going high
And tight. It was a windy
Route atop an Oxford view.
I took a reading route to
Ancient city's library and
Spent my days there reading
Through letters old and worn.
Themes read just the same
Today, and this surprised,
On this, my first trip into
Long ago. You should go.

20PAD D Hansen

Myles and Au Au

I saw you when you came to be,

You looked like little planets

Spinning greens and blues.

God started you real good, but

Then you tried to come out way

Too soon. Mama said that the

Problem with twins is keeping

Them in, so she camped out on

Your couch. She stayed supine

And confined, until the day you

Were born. Happy Birthday Babies!

19PAD D Hansen

To John

Here's to tropical winds
On the soles of my feet,
To wriggling toes in sand,

To sitting with you in a low
Lean back chair, to sipping
A Cabo concoction.

To John who has loved me
Despite every flaw, and we're

Cruising again in December.

18 PAD D Hansen

Super Star

When I was a spy on the other side of the sky,
You were a star. You warmed little beaches,
Held earth's circle, and journeyed through space
And time. You lived on the main line and helped
Your planets through their seasons. You were a
Little speck, you swirled in clusters of clusters of
Galaxies. Now I see you're moving off the line,
Just a few millienna, and you'll be a Super Nova

17PAD D Hansen

Blindsided Death

Encouraged by pushy relatives, Lady
Jane Grey and her young husband
Made a claim to her cousin's throne.
Mary Tudor was not impressed. Lady
Jane was Queen for only nine days when

Her husband was beheaded on Tower
Hill. His beheading was a public affair
So as she passed, she saw his headless
Body carted up to the Church. When she
Approached her own block, she was blind.

Blindfold secure, she was made to kneel.
She reached out but her block wasn't near.
Frantic, finally finding, she bent over the slab,
Then she died. Her blood was not contained by
The straw beneath her body. Rats-on-wing feasted.

16PAD D Hansen

Deadline

Dead
Line
Dying,
Not
For
Trying,
Now
All
My
Works
Undone.


PAD 15 Deborah Hansen, Seattle

Alligator Island

Skyscrapers swaying
Predators hiding in kelp
Tour bus approaches

PAD 14 Deborah Hansen, Seattle

Forty One And Counting

We know these waters well.
We sail to where our blurry
Ocean meets the waterline
And sunshine dances her
Distractions. We come for
The nights when our words
Fall away and Mars chases
A crescent moon, under a
Pin-hole sky. You and I go
Down below to test our
Rode. That half moon,
Rusty, hook holds tight.
We know these waters well.

Battle Creek

When I was three in '52 in Battle Creek,
I headed toward deep water. I scooted
My bum through sand to the shallows,
And waited for someone to notice. No
One did so I floated away unseen.
The deep green lake was clear, bluegills
Jumped, turtles snapped, and I was far
From shore. My rescue was uncertain.
.

Last Goodbye

We sent our love and prayers
Because we heard you were
Gone, but I know you're still
Around. You're polishing that
Super zoom, nailing an action
Shot, and heading for big water.
Life is rushing to a sea of all your
Perfect kindnesses. You are riding
A smooth, glassy tide, feeling no
Pain under the curve of the sky.
Goodbye, old friend.

Horror

A tax on individuals
With unaccepted coverage,

A tax on employers
With unaccepted coverage,

A tax on individuals
Who fail to buy insurance,

A tax on employers
Who fail to buy insurance,

A tax on anyone who
Fails in full compliance,

A fine on employers, per
Person per day, if coverage
Is deemed unacceptable.

Nana Girl

Mother of four,
Nana to twelve,
Married for 41
Years, I used
To be a hippy
Girl, but now I
Am an Elder.

PAD 9 Self Portrait Poem
Deborah Lynn Hansen

Shovel Digging

I found a little shovel
Yesterday, but what I
Really want to say is
Sometimes when you
Stand on a hill with your
Mommy and she tries to
Take a picture of you and
A big slice of wind pushes
You backwards, you have
To catch your own self.

PAD 8 Tool Poem
Deborah Lynn Hansen

Until Spring Comes

She hit her head

Against the wall,

Remembering

The cold wet fall,

That took her summer

Bluebird days, and sent

Her winter's sorrow ways

7 PAD Until Poem

Deborah Lynn Hansen

Flying Beauty

Hair full of windy,
She's running through
Leaves and she's leaping.
Caught in mid-glide, she's
Captured forever, jumping
To all our tomorrows.

PAD 6 Ekphratic Poem
Seeing the Pocahontas, photo by Annie Leibovitz

More Than You Wanted To Know

I never knew that reading
The Bill would enable such
Mysterious clatter but you
Problably don't want to know,

It's more than too much information.

Name Microsoft Shell UI Helper
Publisher Microsoft Corporation
Status Enabled File date Friday,
November 20, 2009, 10:46 PM
Version 8.00.6001.18702

PAD 5 Too Much Information Poem

That Day

Seventh grade is
About picking sides,
Sizing up competition,
Forgetting combinations,
Hoping for an invitation,
Blushing every kind of red,
Under dripping shower heads,
Grownups sobbing overhead,
Crackling stutter sounds of
Fear and bitter dread. Deep
Despair was on the floor,
It ran down grimy grout,
Down crevices and
Halls like choking
Riverbeds, in '63
When JFK was
Murdered,
Right in
Front
Of
M
e
.


PAD 4 History Poem
Deborah Lynn Hansen

Ice Harvest

Ice is a girl
In golden blue sky,

Ice is a boy
On a dolphin,

Ice is a harvesting
Pond in the spring

Where masterful
Carvings make thunder.

PAD 2 Water Poem
Deborah Lynn Hansen

In The Good Morning

In the good morning time
there's no place to be,
you left, I'm here,
alone, good
morning
gone.

PAD 1 Lonely Poem
Deborah Lynn Hansen

Partly of Me

A ghost on the water
Across the way,
Reminded a memory
Of when I used to be a
Black bear bobbing on
Moonlight sound, belly
Down in the sand. I was
Plowing for silvers on
A flooding tide, diving
For something meaty.

PAD 3 Partly Poem
Deborah Lynn Hansen