Content

The illusive finality of this life’s quest. Rest easy Contentment, you’ll never find me. Disagree? Prove me wrong. Be my guest. I challenge Your comfort, love, and welcoming breast. Content is a fury that wills it best.

Tina L. Hendricks

Hesitate

Fisting momentum it’s leash taught with restraint
Fear falls like rain for Want like thirst
Breathe in courage
So my chest might burst
Instead, I swallow the strength to move
Gutting its heavy burden
So much to lose
A moment to weigh fret or finale
A festering broil and timeless curse

Tina L. Hendricks. (Me and 20,000 twitter poets now have a poem called “Hesitate” thanks to a poetry prompt competition. Thank you! This was fun)

Lost Ground

Compassionate rains water Her drought.
Her landscape meant to fertile lives inside out.

Ignite, wills She commanding forest-fires run free.
Her message is clear but ignored by the.

What will She do? Alas, you shall see.
She’s already begun. Trying, She seeks a desperate remedy.

Mountains of ocean rock and sway.
Her core boils furious with each passing day.

She will prevail regardless, I say.
It is we who will perish, burn, and decay.

Tina L. Hendricks

Wrath of Mother [Earth]

You cannot gaze upon Her eyes nor feel Her embrace.
Her form, so large, voiceless, and without a face.

If you listen and feel there She will be.
If you listen and feel then you will see.

A blaze, a fiery scream so vast and far away.
Yet meant for us all to listen and obey.

Her raindrops are tears, Her cries do drench.
To clean out our inconsiderate stench.

Our Mother, strong and tireless, carries us on Her back.
Her lessons, the knowledge to know, so many do lack.

She says, “Seek your true instinct, my animal child.
Both vicious and loving like your siblings of wild.

“I have not the strength to enable our destruction.
Let My fury and punishment guide you with detailed instruction.”

Tina L. Hendricks

Wise Woman

Rings grown crusted like layers of skin.
Saturated with blood from wars none win.
If you listen to her now let her words dig in.
Earth’s story—renowned. I fear no way to begin.

Her mother’s nature is to beat and embrace.
We have lost our commitment now lack face.
Greed and hatred occupy its place.
Who sings you these prayers of whoa and disgrace?

Our Mother, our Earth a piece of us each be.
None a firm beat does compare. Ask, Cardi B.
Or maybe you’d listen to facts that now be.
Would harmony of Kacey let you see?

Reflections she begs that you see and set free.
Evidence like the rings of the life of a tree.
She can show our lack of harmony, strike poverty.
Resist this truth? In far centuries what will we be?

Humans are but another animalistic animal tree.
The virtue of Libra, Leo, Capricorn, and me.
The vicious Gemini’s quest for almighty.
Are they not your brothers and sisters would be?

Hold close our time has now come.
To take all destructions and render it undone.
A prouder moment there isn’t one.
Survival, for death you cannot outrun.

Tina L. Hendricks

2019…

Hunger

To know the empty, the nothing, the starving ache, Is to breathe, to love, to reach and break.

To know the hunger, the barren, the freezing chill, Is to eat the last, the stale, no waist, and love it still.

To have so little, is the agony of more, to feel the thirst, Is to have it all, to use each piece, is to persist.

To devour so little, to this is life, to await loss and mischance,
Is to see what I am and how I pain, but to be unknown at your glance.

To be love, to be loved, to have trusted affection, Is to dream, is to be perfect, is to be imperfection.

To ingest the pain of neglect, to expect the sting of betrayal, Is to be my same, is to discover my real.

To your eyes, that does not see, to you I say and beg and plea, This is the gospel I do unfold, but wonder if it is clear to the.

To share the equal, hated fear of torment, to affect your life, I have doubt, Is that unless you know this foul truth, I regret to say, you live without.

Tina L. Hendricks, 2019

Poetry Circa 1988…

Hope

Looking for some concrete conclusion. I grasp a thought, An emotion showing illusion.

Training my mind to breathe and be free. I thrust it upon you, My fascination, you see.

Tina L. Hendricks, 1988

Disillusion

While I weep,
I find my sleep,
And drift into a world so unreal.

I leave this place
With an empty face,
To fill it with expressions I can’t conceal.

Now blind of duties
I wish not to go back I say please.
To that land where his promise has an empty place.

I have created an illusion
That I have decided to live in,
And to add to a new race.

I let myself run
In the bright burning sun.
I find a knight to carry me away.

His gifts of gold,
My new life I mold,
To be better than the one I had yesterday.

I sleep and play
In any hour of a day.
I am treated as if I am a goddess.

Now to add to my greed,
I have all the men I’ll ever need.
The real world is one I’ll never miss.

I come and leave
To the likings that I please,
And give no-one an ounce of respect.

All I can do
Is feel all for me and none for you.
What is it that you could possibly expect?

I control thousands of homes,
My palaces with my thrones.
They keep me company when I’m sick of being alone.

I have followers
That multiply as much as new-comers,
Who want to worship and never go home.

But these are only people,
That to me are nothing but feeble,
Because I no longer cry myself to sleep.

In this dream,
I can live on how life seems,
Instead of playing a role and making it deep.

My whole family,
Now is nothing but my history,
Because I have what is real, I think.

Who needs to marry?
But, without a lover, nights would be scary.
Then again, all I need is money, food, and drink.

Could it be true
That being wealthy has nothing to do
With being important, loved and needed?

Could it be possible
That my mind is quite gullible
And all limits have been exceeded?

I think my sleep,
May end with a thankful weep.
This creation of perfection is untrue.

How may we
Decide to grow and see,
the pain we rule and sow must undo?

Tina L. Hendricks