The Other Side

Today I became a man
No hormones
No operations needed
Cyber creations
Need not have form
Or substance
I gave the man I am
A birthday the same as mine
But nineteen years later
He’s forty-two
Young enough to have a full life ahead
And old enough to have felt the full weight
Of his masculinity
Rather than leave him suspended in space
All alone
I married him off
A man has to have someone to think about
After all
To want to keep going
On the days when nothing makes sense
He needs someone to cherish
To remind himself
Not to kill his boss
And not to run that SOB off the road
For having cut him off in traffic
Now I will find out
If the years of compassion
Have meant anything
And if I can give this man life
Health and wealth
For today I have played God
It’s an awesome responsibility.

(c) 2008 Beth NoLastName

NO NAME TO CALL IT

Everything is changing
The polar icecap
The season
My feelings
My appearance
The people I meet
The way I am treated

Life is different than it was
And continues to change
I struggle to find a word
For the mystery
Being revealed to me
But there is none
What didn’t exist before
Exists now
I see and like it
We simply haven’t yet been properly introduced

(c) 2008 Beth NoLastName

NO HARM DONE

Like a girl still in school
I developed a crush
Understanding as I entered in
That it might not lead anywhere
The feelings so good
I went forward anyway
Finding naught but a cul-de-sac
Offering plenty of room
To turn around gracefully
Without missing a beat

(c) 2008 Beth NoLastName

OVERJOYED

Positive energy flows
Circulate all around me
Through me
From me
The electric charge
Causing me to blink back tears
Excess overflowing
But my heart cries out
Bring it on

(c) 2008 BethNoLastName

WHERE IS IT WRITTEN

With so much time spent
Sitting at a computer
Tapping at keys
I tend to see my life before me daily
As I record it

Get a life!
Some have said
Without accepting I am a writer
And this IS my life

I do all of the everyday things
Others do
In record time without making any great effort
As some struggle and strain to do simple things
I complete my work and sit again to dance on the keys

As some sit before a TV screen
Seeking entertainment
I wonder if they ever give a thought
To those of us who wrote the screenplay
Behind the movies they view
Or the script to the series
They just won’t live without

Where is it written
My finger tapping is of less worth
That you pushing your remote button

FROM THE LAND OF ICK

It’s one of those times
When all sorts of ick
Seems to pop up and come straight at me
There’s no rhyme or reason for such times
I’ve been minding my own business
And attentive to the needs of others
There must be something truly beautiful
Approaching from just out of sight
For the shit fairy and his minions
To be putting in such an effort right now

(C) 2008 BethNoLastName

THE SHRINE OF GEEK

It’s a mythical mystical place
Where those who toil
To keep technology purring
May set their cares aside for a bit
And look upon IT

IT in all its glory
Letters ten feet tall
Atop a mountain of motherboards
Proclaiming no other
Man made concept will ever
Surpass IT nor replace IT

Geeks gather around
Smug and shrugging
Their chant
“What’s the big deal?”
Neither heard nor acknowledged
By the end user
Who believe geeks know all
But won’t tell
Can do all
Even if they spilled soda
On their keyboards

(c) 2008 Beth NoLastName

A wannabe geek, knowing she will never be more than a nerd.

RUNNING FROM OFFICE

It was never my intent
To run for office
It’s true
I kiss babies
I smile at strangers
I agree as often as possible
I do what I can to help
I love to shake a hand
Testing for a grip as strong as my own
But
If nominated
I will not run
If elected
I will not serve
I just wanna love people
I’m good at it
I forgot some would love me in return
I didn’t expect to be caught

(c) 2008 Beth NoLastName

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

Arms outstretched
Standing
Waiting for someone to come close
Touching toe to toe
Arms wrap around someone
And squeeze
Holding that person snuggly
Rocking back and forth
Like trees swaying in a breeze
Arms open
Outstretched again
Like a Venus Flytrap
Waiting

(c) 2008 Beth NoLastName

A MAN NAMED DAVE

Thirty years ago I gave birth to him
A son
My son
No thoughts but to love him
Watch him grow
Ask him who he was
I marveled as he resembled
Howdy Doody with his Irish freckles
And acted like Pig Pen
Dust flying from his hair
When he came in from playing
His Native name Kin-I-Go
As he sat at the edge of his chair
Waiting to flee at a moment’s notice
And flee he did
Over hill and dale
My cross country track star
Running always running
Away not knowing where
Just away
And now I wonder
Where he is
How he is
Who he is
Just as I wondered
In the months before he was born

(c) 2008 Beth NoLastName