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Deployment
22 Sunday Oct 2017
Posted in Poetry
Category Archives: Poetry
Et Oratio Fidei
06 Tuesday Dec 2016
Posted by aprilsopczak | Filed under Poetry
Mother’s Day and Single Moms
07 Saturday May 2016
Posted in Poetry
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Father's Day, mom, Mother's Day, Mother's Day poem, Mother's Day poem for single mom, Mother's Day Quotes, poem, poetry, single mom, single moms, Single Mother's Day poem, women
I have never liked the idea of wishing single moms a Happy Father’s Day. Now, before anyone throws out the that’s because you don’t know what it’s like card, let me just say that I was a single mom for a while. I didn’t receive child support or every other weekend off. I was it – the only parent. So, believe me, I totally get it. But, I didn’t do everything I did because I was both mom and dad. Dad was MIA and that caused a whole special set of circumstances that was mine alone to face, and that is exactly why I won’t wish a single mom “Happy Father’s Day.” She isn’t two people; she is one very tired, worried, overworked, overstressed, and overwhelmed individual who just keeps going because she is mom. She deserves to be honored for who she is and that is one heck of a mother.
So, this Mother’s Day, I wrote this poem to honor my dear friend, Melissa, who is a single mom to three beautiful, young children, and I’d like to dedicate it to all hardworking single moms. I will never condescend to you and pretend like you are capable of being two people in one. I know tired is no longer a feeling, but a way of life for you. I see you push through and keep going when not even you think it’s possible. You amaze me. Happy Mother’s Day!
The Chase
22 Tuesday Dec 2015
Posted by aprilsopczak | Filed under Poetry
It Wasn’t My Fault
29 Thursday Oct 2015
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Here’s a fun little poem I wrote to amuse my kid!
It wasn’t my fault
Mrs. Wong
Went on and on
The stupid clock
Wouldn’t tock
The class was everlasting
Jimmy Lee
Had to pee
He took the pass
Left the class
And so I was stuck waiting
I plugged my nose
And curled my toes
Tried not to breathe
To stop the sneeze
But it just kept on coming
No tissue near
My biggest fear
Came to pass
In that long class
I blew a huge snot bubble
More sneezes blew
The bubble grew
Until it popped
On my desk top
And then my problem doubled
I know it’s wrong
When poor Mrs. Wong
Found snot all over her shoe
I LOL’ed! What would you do?
But now I am in trouble
Please, Principal
Be my pal
And just forgive
The wrong I did
I’m sure that you are seeing
I couldn’t stop
That bubble pop
I didn’t mean
To cause a scene
I’m sure you are agreeing
It just wasn’t my fault
I Heard
03 Monday Aug 2015
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I cannot control what someone says about me. I cannot control who believes what or who repeats what. The only thing I can control is how I react to it. I choose peace.
Silenced
03 Friday Apr 2015
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My Bird Hates Me
22 Sunday Feb 2015
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Andrew Marvel, Anne Bradstreet, conceit, feminism, feminist theory, hipsters, literary criticism, lovebird, metaphors, metaphysical poetry, petrarchan, poem, poetry, symbolism
My Bird Hates Me
This is Mahina. She’s mean.
My bird hates me
I feed her, water her
give her treats and clean her poop
I do all of the things
she needs to be a happy little bird
but she hates me
She prefers my husband
I’m sure there’s some kind of
deep metaphor
in that
One day, I’ll write poetry
about it
It will be passed around for
the intellectual genius it
purveys
Feminists will discuss the
patriarchy
of the bird
and how as long as she
is caged within
the confines of masculine thought
she will buy in
subverting her own sex
Set the bird free so
she can fly away
and poop on our heads
equally
Teenagers, oh teenagers!
Those denizens of
nobody understands
They will pass it
around on smartphones
because the bird
the bird
is my mother
She is never satisfied
I can never please her
she prefers
my brother
Intellectual hipsters
will fill their
sustainable coffee cups
with likewise caffeine
and discuss
the bird
brandishing words like
meta
conceit
and petrarchan
Will I be compared
to Bradstreet or Marvel?
Oh, let it be Marvel!
I can be coy,
so very coy
But for now
I am tired
No deep, affected poetry
tonight
Instead, a cover
draped from a distance that keeps
fingers safe
from what lurks inside
a mundane cage
Sleep well,
you mean little jerk
a dedication
06 Tuesday Jan 2015
Middle Child Syndrome
03 Saturday Jan 2015
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
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This is a poem I wrote in 2011 in response to a word of the month poetry challenge. I don’t remember what the word was, but I remember having some fun with this one!
