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Showing posts with label My Poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, 30 April 2026

A Haibun For National Poetry Month

BERJAYA

In 2008, our Michelangelo Road Tour took us to Carrara, Italy, where Michelangelo obtained the purest white marble for his sculpted Renaissance masterpieces. We were astonished to see that all the street curbs in that Tuscan mountain town were made of marble. And every doorstep was made of marble too, no matter how humble or impoverished the abode. But then again, why shouldn't the world's finest marble be used for such prosaic purposes? In Carrara, marble is as common as dirt.

Doorstep or David,
it's all the same
to marble mountains

BERJAYA

[Haibun © Debra She Who Seeks, 2026;
Photo © Debra She Who Seeks, 2008;
Animated AI GIF courtesy of the internet]

Saturday, 16 August 2025

Water Buffalo Sandals

Hey, did any of you Boomers have a pair of these during your hippy-dippy-doo days in the 1960s/70s? I know blogging buddy Mitchell of Moving with Mitchell did because he recently confessed all in a blog post comment.

BERJAYA

Not too long ago at Poetry Club, we were given the prompt "feet." Here's the poem I dashed off about my days of wearing these sandals. It's not a particularly good poem, but it brought back a lot of memories!

buffalo sandals --
cheap, sturdy brown leather
from India or somewhere
water buffalo hide, I think
tanned and oiled, perfectly flat,
a special loop for your big toe

you had to soak them in hot water
walk around wearing them
til they dried and took on
the shape of your feet
only one step up from walking barefoot

I wore them incessantly every summer
in my university days

now I walk comfortably
only with expensive custom orthotics
worn in sensible shoes
good arch and heel support a must
to prevent plantar fasciitis flareups

looking back to my buffalo sandal days
I can't help but think:

who WAS that lunatic?

[Poem © Debra She Who Seeks, 2025]

Postscript:
Apparently you can still buy these sandals at an online site called HippieShop but the price is absolutely exorbitant these days -- $45! Even the sale price -- $29.99! Mitchell recalls never paying more than $1.99 US for his and I certainly never paid more than $5 Cdn for mine. But sheesh, I guess those current prices reflect 50 years worth of inflation.

Thursday, 21 July 2022

Thursday Art Date With Rain -- "A Poem"

BERJAYA

This week, Rain's creativity prompt is not for artwork but for a poem! In the past, I dabbled in writing poetry, but the Muse deserted me once I started this blog because my efforts at writing were directed to blogging instead.

Actually, now that I think of it, the Muse should have deserted me before I wrote the following particularly histrionic piece of satirical nonsense. Oh well, too late now. Here it is for your amusement.

the horror of it all

when I was young
and full of

Self-Conscious Angst

I used to think my situation was

Tragic

I have the soul of a poet
trapped in the body of a lawyer!

but today I'm older
and wiser, as these things go.
I now realize my situation is

Even More Tragic

I have the soul of a lawyer
trapped in the body of a poet!

pity me

[© Debra She Who Seeks, 2006]

BERJAYA

BERJAYA

Oh, Jean-Luc . . . I knew YOU'D understand!

Friday, 18 February 2022

HRH's Call to Arms!

BERJAYA

Hello, my faithful fans and minions.

HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE CAT
here once again with you.

Every year, Rawknrobyn of 
holds an Anti-Valentines Day Love/Hate Poetry Contest.

I MYSELF won this contest in 2018
with the following POEM OF GENIUS --

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Toms pretend to be Super Cat
But are really Pepe le Pew.

Ever since my VICTORY,
my JEALOUS, NO-TALENT HUMAN
has been ENVIOUS of my SUCCESS.

So this year she entered 
the Poetry Contest HERSELF
and against all odds, WON IT
with this DREADFUL piece 
of LEWD DOGGEREL --

A nip and tuck
Improves romantic luck
Helps you find a cute guy in a truck
And finally get that . . .
[Oops, word limit reached]

But THAT'S NOT the WORST OF IT!

In order to win the contest, my 
EVIL MACHIAVELLIAN HUMAN
CREATED and RIGGED an
ILLEGAL and FRAUDULENT
VOTING SYSTEM!

THIS CANNOT STAND!

I call on you ALL to JOIN ME
to OVERTHROW this 
TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE!

(Just let me put on my 
WAR PAINT and DISGUISE first, okay?)

BERJAYA

JOIN ME, FELLOW POET PATRIOTS!

Also, HANG MIKE PENCE! 
He didn't have anything to do 
with this, I know, but I've 
always hated that jerk.

Thursday, 11 February 2021

Thursday Art Date With Rain -- "Film Noir"

BERJAYA

a private dick's door is always open
ushering in an unending,
unappetizing parade of gutter trash
shadowy denizens of the demi-monde

BERJAYA

calculating dames, hard eyes, fake tears
unsavoury criminals, sweaty and shifty
desperate femmes fatales, red lips full of lies
untrustworthy, twitchy homosexuals

sooner or later, they all show up
sitting in his dimly-lit office
begging for his help

BERJAYA

hard-boiled and hungover
always in need of cash
of course he takes their cases 

heading out once more to
decaying urban streets 
night-time steam from rusty grates
grey fog and yellow smoke
grimy back alleys with no escape

BERJAYA

cross / double-cross / triple-cross
who can he trust?
no one
not even himself

the smoking gun
the sharpened stiletto
the pool of blood

BERJAYA

Rain really inspired me with this week's Art Date theme! I adore Film Noir movies. When I first moved to Edmonton, there was a local film club which held weekly public screenings of classic black-and-white movies and I saw many of the great Film Noir masterpieces there.

As you can tell from the photos, I have both vertical and horizontal blinds at my place. OMG, I live in a Film Noir movie set!

The first art piece was done with a white Prismacolor pencil on black paper. The second piece was done with a white and a black Prismacolor pencil on grey paper. Both are based on other artists' original work that I found on the internet.

[Poetry, photos and art all © Debra She Who Seeks, January/February 2021]

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

A Dark Poem Based on Japanese Folklore

Today's post honours Rommy of Kestril's Rhythms and Groove on her birthday. Dear Rommy, I've learned so much from your blog over the years about Japanese tea ceremonies, kimonos and other interesting aspects of Japanese culture, as well as enjoying your wonderful poetry and short stories. Wishing you a Happy Birthday and many, many more!

BERJAYA

O many-tailed wise one
your auburn fur
white-trimmed
so soft
against my face

O shapeshifting trickster
your ivory teeth
needle-sharp
so deep
within my neck

An uninvited guest was I once
at your sun-shower wedding
an unwilling corpse am I now
at my unscheduled funeral

O great kitsune
I bow to your justice


[© Debra She Who Seeks, 2016]

BERJAYA

This is my entry for today's prompt at Magaly Guerrero's Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month blog event.

Monday, 4 April 2016

A Birthday Dirge for Magaly

BERJAYA

This is my entry for today's prompt at Magaly Guerrero's Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month blog event. Magaly's birthday is tomorrow and she has asked for Birthday Dirges to be composed in her honour. She cited as a model/example the ever-popular Viking Birthday Dirge.



Now, I find the Viking Birthday Dirge to be as hilarious as the next person. Goddess knows I've forwarded it to everyone who I even suspect of having Norse ancestry. They love it too! But it's an entirely different thing for someone of my sunny disposition to deliberately write dark and dire things concerning something I've always been trained to regard as the happiest of occasions -- a birthday! Writing this dirge was totally counter-intuitive.

But I've done it for you, Magaly, only for you! Have a wonderful birthday tomorrow and a most joyous celebration. Okay now, everyone put on your best frowny face while reading my dirge --

It's your birthday.
Happy birthday.
Getting older is such fun,
You'll get wrinkles on your bum,
On your birthday.
Happy birthday.

It's your birthday.
Happy birthday.
Oh but that is not the worst,
Your whole country's gonna burst,
On your birthday.
Happy birthday.

It's your birthday.
Happy birthday.
You live in the U.S.A.,
Prez'dent Trump is on his way,
On your birthday.
Happy birthday.

It's your birthday.
Happy birthday.
If that's not okay with you,
How 'bout Clinton Number Two?
On your birthday.
Happy birthday.

It's your birthday.
Happy birthday.
If the States go all to hell,
Come to Canada to dwell!
On your birthday.
Happy birthday.

[© Debra She Who Seeks, 2016]

See? I just couldn't help myself -- it has a happy ending!

Saturday, 17 October 2015

Witches in Fiction 2015 -- Death Rites and Remembrances

BERJAYA

It's my first time contributing to Magaly's annual bloghop of wicked witchy fun! She gave people a lot of leeway with this year's theme -- "Your entry must focus on death rituals. Witches and magic motifs are optional." I knew immediately what I must write.

Alas, I'm afraid there will be no witches or magic in my entry. Just a lighthearted death-related ritual to honour a certain friend's life and personality when her inevitable day of departure arrives (hopefully not for many, many years in the future).


scattering

not for her a forlorn niche
in some forgotten cemetery
nor a staid and solemn scattering
in a wayside memorial garden
no, not even a canoe-and-backpack trip
to scatter her amidst the wilderness beauty
of a mountain lake

no, she will be released out of the open sun-roof
of a speeding van doing 140 klicks
down the yellowhead highway
across the canadian prairies
on a glorious summer day
under a flax blue sky
a golden sun
and a few fluffy clouds

with two . . . no, make that three . . .
screaming cop cars in hot pursuit
lights flashing, sirens blaring
tires scarcely touching the pavement
her ashes will stream backwards
floating over their heads
untouchable at last
a brilliant rainbow arc of glitter
for how could her ashes be
a mere dull pewter grey

yes, one final bit of scofflaw fun
one last defiant fist shaken at the mounties
and their devil hand-held radar machines
and unjust speeding tickets
which plagued her heavy foot
and cost her untold amounts of money
over so many many years

be it so


BERJAYA

Friday, 21 February 2014

Unbidden

BERJAYA

                                 You who have been absent from me
                                 For so long

                                 You come to me now
                                 Electricity races beneath my skin

                                 The refiner's fire once more consumes me
                                 Unbidden


                                                © Debra She Who Seeks 2014


                                 [Internet photo found here]


Wednesday, 8 February 2012

My Mexican Tattoo, Part 3

BERJAYA
temporary tattoo
proves to be indelible:
my Mexican souvenir

© Debra She Who Seeks 2006

This haiku of mine was originally published in rain song, Haiku Canada's 2006 Members' Anthology.


Friday, 2 September 2011

Where I'm From

BERJAYA
I am from the cool and dark earthen cellar, the trap door with its heavy iron ring, from chrome-rimmed arborite and from insulbrick.

I am from lunch when the noon-day siren sounds and supper when the jigger comes home.

I am from the pink peonies on my brother's grave, the robin's nest in the lilac hedge with four sky-blue eggs and the sharp smell of creosote on a hot summer's day.

I am from hard work, hard lives and rage, from pioneer and immigrant, soldier and chamber maid.

I am from the Eaton's catalogue and squeezing nickels 'til the beaver shits, from hanging on past all endurance and then hanging on some more.

From whistling girls and crowing hens, from big rock candy mountain and you are my sunshine.

I am from a silver tinsel Christmas tree and St. Paul's junior choir practice on Thursday evenings.

I'm from across the tracks and across the ocean, from jello salads and Velveeta.

From the partially severed hand in the flour bag, my father's tattoos, patriotic bunting and "all white help."

I am from a cracked china bulldog, a bronze cherub blacksmith, a ring from Vimy Ridge and a Swiss music box.


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Last month, Elly at Bugginword posted her version of this poem and I was very taken with it. The original poem was written by an American poet, George Ella Lyon, as a poetry workshop exercise. You can see the original poem and learn about its popularity as a poetry exercise here. If you want to try your own hand at writing a personal version, there's a handy-dandy template for the poem here.

Try it yourself -- it's amazing what images it can conjure up from the past!


[P.S. -- Have you entered my giveaway yet? Click here to do so!]

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Poetic Envy

BERJAYA
I'm envious of W.B. Yeats
and his damn rough beast slouching towards Bethlehem.

I'm envious of T.S. Eliot
and his bloody singing mermaids.

I'm envious of Wallace Stevens
and his goddamn thirteen blackbirds.

Hell, I'm even envious of William Wordsworth
and his host of fucking daffodils.


© Debra She Who Seeks 2006

Friday, 1 October 2010

Unicursal

BERJAYA

Someone
is shedding
STARS
in the labyrinth!

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Which one?
Which one of these women,
silently walking?

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Which one?


© Debra She Who Seeks 2006

Thursday, 30 September 2010

Riverdale Labyrinth

BERJAYA
trickling fountain
loud in the silent air --
labyrinth room

with moontime flow
I enter the labyrinth
the ancient seven circuits
honouring the Divine Feminine

I round the turns called
the breasts of the Goddess
spiraling
I go to the centre
and back again

I am a 21st century woman
yet this labyrinth stirs
an ancient response

many before me have walked this path

footsteps

theirs and mine

too soon
the labyrinth ends
the world beyond
awaits

© Debra She Who Seeks 2006

BERJAYA
[Photos © Sheryl Ackerman. Used by permission. Thanks, Sheryl!]

Friday, 6 March 2009

Haiku

BERJAYA
roomful of Monets --
excited child runs to look
out the window

(c) Debra She Who Seeks 2007

This haiku of mine originally appeared in Blossoming, Haiku Canada's 30th Anniversary Members Anthology, 2007.

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

My True Name

She Who Seeks
Is my name
Born under the sign of the Maiden
Bearing an ancient name honouring the Goddess
Whole unto myself
Living the Maiden archetype
Constellated and dominant

Daughter of the wounded Spear Maiden
Carrier of pain and anger
Hers and mine
Single-minded drive to escape and rescue
Organizer, doer, she who achieves
Charioteer's sheer force of will
Propels the chariot
Roughshod I ride

Initiate of Inanna
Descender into the abyss
Past the seven gates of the underworld
Humbled and brought low
Into the dark realm of Ereshkigal
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Survivor of the Dark Goddess
Death, rebirth and ascent
Returning from the perilous journey
Through the land of freezing ice
Home again to myself
Twice born and changed

Listener
Ponderer
Labyrinth walker
Wayfarer on the spiritual path
Singer
Drummer
Friend of cats
Lover of women
I tend the flame of the Goddess


(c) 2002 Debra She Who Seeks

Friday, 19 December 2008

Paw-purr-azzi

BERJAYA
God, I know just what they've been through --
Princess Di, Britney, Lindsay and the rest.
I'm stalked continually by photographers --
one in particular is relentless, just relentless.
Always with the camera phone!
I have no rest, no refuge, no escape.
She waits for me at the cat tree,
lures me with my favourite treats,
always ready to leap out at me --
snapping!
snapping!
snapping!
Is this the terrible price I must pay
for being so beautiful?

(c) Debra She Who Seeks 2007

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Diwali

BERJAYA
Lakshmi came to her
the woman who extravagantly wrapped her tree
in a thousand sparkling coloured lights
so that in the midst of winter's frigid darkness
the delight of beauty would not be lost

Lakshmi came to her
the goddess of the festival of light
attracted by she who knew the importance
of celebrating light when all is dark
she who had learned this hard lesson from life

Lakshmi came to her
not once but twelve times
an entirely unexpected profusion of goddesses
arriving unknown and unannounced
to bless her life with abundance

Lakshmi came to her
gold coins flowing from her fingertips
the sacred lotus in full bloom
to dwell in the garden of her life
beneath the shining tree of light

(c) Debra She Who Seeks 2008

Friday, 21 November 2008

bad poet's dilemma

can i use this word
without irony

"bootylicious"

hmm, no

(c) Debra She Who Seeks 2008

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Lake Louise conference notes

BERJAYA
Lawren Harris mountain
tax consequences of share rollout

brilliant white snow in stylized furrows
discretionary beneficial interest in a trust

mountain peak bisects central cloud
Canadian withholding tax

the grandeur of solitude
tax deferral on passive income

applause

(c) Debra She Who Seeks 2007