Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Daddy's Little Girl


Today was a really long day. But the evening proved to be more of a drainer than anything. I attended a scholarship banquet the local AA Chamber hosted and afterwards, a friend gave me a ride to my car. Well, it was late, more like near 11:30pm already because we sat outside at the Cultural Arts Fest chatting about life, family and relationships.

Well when she drove around to my car we both witnessed what looked like at first, a couple making out. The man had his back to us and all we saw were hands locked around his neck and whomever he was hugging seemed to enjoy the affection. The hands and arms looked pretty small but since it was dark, we initially assumed perhaps it was a baby. The man started rocking from side to side while holding on to her. She appeared to be sitting in his lap, legs straddled, but later I found out she was standing in front of him. Her hands would drop down and he kissed her, seemingly in a passionate way. My friend and I both sat in the car because in that instant we both got a queasy feeling like the guy wasn't with a woman and it wasn't a baby (infant) either. I told my friend, "Boy, I hope that's a really petite woman he's all hugged up with."

Well, sadly enough, it wasn't. He stood up and in front of him as what looked like a cute little 8 yr-old with a pretty pink and white dress on standing there embracing him. My friend and I both had a look of dread on our faces. I said, "That's inappropriate. My dad never held me like that. OK, that was nasty!" The man didn't flinch nor move in a way that would reveal to us he thought he was "caught" by our curious eyes. He just grabbed the girl by her hand, with her in complete submission and took off walking across the street further away from the venue they were attending which was a wedding reception.

I told my friend that as soon as I got into my car I was going to head across the street to see where he was going with her. I waited about 2 minutes after she drove off and then proceeded across the street to the Marriot Courtyard's parking lot. I drove all the way to the back and thought they perhaps went into the hotel because I didn't see them at first. Just when I made the last curve, to my wonderment, there they were both far off in the back of the lot, back in the same close cuddling position. Now you tell me, why would a father carry his daughter off around midnight to go and "cuddle"? Ugh!

I drove by trying to figure out if I was going to call the police or just head back to the parking lot where I saw a car that a lady and a small child were getting into before I headed on the scout. Well, I drove back to the original parking area and asked the lady if she knew the guy and the little girl. She said that he was her brother-in-law and the little girl his daugther. I immediately told her that what my friend and I saw was inappropriate and that I have a Daddy and she probably has one too, and that's not how Daddys are supposed to be with their daughters. She started sighing and pacing back and forth as if what I was telling her was nothing unusual. I started to get a little nervous and then suspicious.

She decided to follow me in her car and we cased the lot and when I pulled around to where the guy and his daughter were, the little girl jumped up and then he got up, staggering like he was drunk, clinging tight to her hand. I drove my car past the guy and it was then I noticed he only had on a tuxedo vest, with no shirt on and he was trying to put the vest back on as I drove by. OK, by now I'm getting pretty sick in the pit of my stomach. The lady pulled up to both of them, but I was too far ahead to hear the conversation. It was quiet. He didn't speak loud and neither did the girl. They chatted for about a minute or two.

I motioned for her to pull up next to me and the lady did. She started in with some song and dance about how there was a commotion at the reception (sounded like she was making an excuse for him) and bla bla bla. I'm thinking to myself, what does that have to do with this drunk guy in the parking lot a half a mile away from the reception near midnight with his daughter have to do with some "commotion"? I just said, "Did you see him pulling his vest back over his shoulders?" She just looked at me shrugging her shoulders. I then told her, "Well, I'm just telling you what I saw. You have seen for yourself. Now you know." I then just drove off. I saw him with his daughter, still hand in hand walking across the street back to the reception hall as if nothing was going on and I wanted to throw up. How could this have gotten this far without no one's observation? Or was the lady revealing to me that what I saw was what they already have been knowing and they don't know what to do?

This reminded me of when I saw Woman Thou Art Loosed when the daughter tried to tell the mother about the problem and she was simply ignored or told she was lying. At this point, I don't think this little girl thinks she's done anything inappropriate with her father. My question is, are women still lying to themselves when they see petiphile men/husbands/fathers taking advantage of unsuspecting innocent children by not confronting these sickos? Lord, Lord, Lord! Please pray that what I saw was just my imagination, and if it wasn't that justice be served swiftly. The saddest part about what I saw was how comfortable the little girl seemed with this man, as if it was an everyday occurance. He was just as comfortable. The video below is from a Slam Poet friend of mines sharing a true story in his presentation about the matter. It's kind of deep, but I had to share. It's called Daddy's Little Girl.

This heart wrenching poem is shared by Ft.Worth Slam Poet and host, Michael Guinn at Beatnix Coffeehouse, Waco, Texas.

http://mikeguinn.com/
http://www.beatnixcoffee.com


****I spoke to my girlfriend who was with me that night and she said she was going to call a friend of hers who works for the sex crimes unit here in Waco to see what can be done. The good thing about following up with this is that there was only two Wedding receptions going on Saturday night. If we are able to contact the Visitor's Bureau who books the rooms at the Convention Center, the crime unit can start there with contacting the folks in the planning of the reception. It appeared that the guy and his daughter were in the wedding, since I saw groomsmen earlier that night with the same burgandy vests on, with tux shirts underneath of course!!! Thanks for everyone's prayers in this situation.****

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Heat written 7-18-06

Heat
It’s 105 today 2pm
The sun blinds my eyes and I don’t want to look up
The thought of moving into it’s rays sucks the very life out of me
Inhaling is like depositing a cake to be baked into a 350 degree oven
Exhaling is like blowing out candles on Grandpa’s 95th Birthday cake
The ten minute drive home seems to take an eternity
And this invisible wildfire puts my mind in a state of emergency.
Heat 2:20pm
I drive my dad’s car cause mine is broken. Something about a wire
That keeps draining the battery and the car just won’t start anymore.
His car is a stick shift. I still remember how to drive. Smooth as butter.
So I drop by and see my niece and we sit a minute too long in the car while it’s idling.
The radiator immediately overheats and my black polyester skirt and top
With black-heeled mules didn’t plan for all this and I think I might be
pushing this clunker off the side of the road when the fan belt finally snaps.
Pissssssssssshhh! The air conditioner busts and I race into a panic believing I might die of suffocation with the driver’s seat window broken. I can’t even roll it down. I call Dad and he gives me solutions.
And then he tells me the gas gauge is broken, as well. So half full, really means empty.
Did I mention it’s now 106 today? Heat 3:00pm
Sprinklers jutting out from the lawn of the house across the street from the laundry mat on Bellmead Drive splash a healthy amount of water on the thirsty concrete. And the sidewalk is thankful. A dozen black birds find recourse with the nearest live oak trees. Cause you know black attracts heat. I then take a deep plunge in to the sky blue pool to find a quenching cool; well, only in my thoughts.

Heat 3:19pm
Sizzling
Burning
Bronzing
Churning
Scarching Marching
Heat 3:27pm
Frying in a pan
Dying to get a break
Sweat browing
Flinging drips and drops from my drenched forehead
Beating pounding
Dirt drying hard and crusty on the ground
And I feel as if the air don’t care
Choking me out
And I hope and pray tomorrow will be a much cooler day


The one I ordered was Sugar Free Blue Coconut. Umm Umm Good!
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Thursday, April 06, 2006

Maryee's Important news in the News today!


I was interviewed last week with the entertainment editor of the Waco Trib about poetry and me hosting the Open Night Poetry readings weekly. The article appeared in the paper today. When you click on the link, the article is there, but minus my picture and poem. So, I'll add my poem for those of you who don't get the local paper. Does that mean I'm now "published"?

Poetry
by Maryee

Recited or read well
Rants, raves or amusing stories to tell
Future songs or picture books
Some rhyme, but not all the time

Poetry
It evokes emotion
Sadness, grief, laughter
Sheer joy, peace, love

Poetry is visual painting written on a paper
It flows from the heart of the poet
to the soul of the hearer or reader

Poetry begins as early as learning your ABC's
and your favorite nursery rhymes

Poetry will never die
From spiritual to lyrical
This muse has longevity

Poetry

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Me and My Naturality



Me and My Naturality

by Maryee

written 1-3-06



I think my hair is fine

I don’t know about anybody else, but…

I love to run my fingers through my hair


I love to twist it

Wiggle each lock round’ my finger

Take my time

Enjoy this natural creation

A gift from God

Something I’ve gladly learned to finally appreciate!



You know, me embracing me

And my naturality


I love to walk into the bathroom

standing flat footed in front of the mirror and just

Look

Stare

Gaze

Admire

Sometimes, I will admit

I get mesmerized by my hair

So there!


No grease

No gel

No glob

No goo


No tracks

No Kanekalon or Syn

No strands

No more BURN BABY BURN

Stinging my skin


That old way of thinkin' was killin' me
Are you feelin' me?


No LYE and No More LIES

Today I tell the TRUTH…

You know, about me embracing me

And my naturality


Sometimes I just shake my head

and let the locks dance across my face

A big ole’ smile covers from ear to ear

A smile so big, no one can erase


A feeling so deep, I’m now in my true space

It is allllright with me

Free to be Natural

Free to be ME

Loosed from those unseen chains

That once shackled me

You know, me embracing me

And my naturality


Ooooo Weeee!
Ain’t it just great to be FREE?



Thursday, February 16, 2006

Open Mic Poetry Reading at Beatnix tonight!


Open Mic Poetry Reading
Every Thursday Night
Time: 7-9pm
Location:
Beatnix Coffee House
1826 Lake Shore Drive
(On the corner of 19th and Lake Shore next to the laundry mat and across the street from Curves & Mr. Gatti’s Pizza)
Waco, Texas 76708
254-755-6690

Cost: Free
Who: All ages can read or recite original poems or from other authors from all genres.
Hosted by me, Maryee of H.O.T. Poets.
Waco Poetry and Music blog
I'll be adding pictures from Valentine's Night on my regular blog. later.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Open Mic Poetry Reading at Beatnix

Let's just say we had a variety of people come up and grace the stage at Open Mic last night at Beatnix. I mean from a poet from New York who's getting her Masters in Creative Writing, to a Baylor Ph.D. candidate, to a 9 yr-old who recited a memorized piece and 12 yr old, who wrote something on the spot to read. Of course you had Miss Jen read some of her thought provoking work from the 90's while she was in grad school at the University of Iowa and some current stuff. I read some stuff and kept it rolling along as well. The hostess always has to have something to share when there's no one who will step up to the plate.

Last night was our 1st night officially hosting Open Mic at Beatnix. We'll be there every Thursday unless otherwise notified from 7-9pm hosting the event. The owner, Penney was extremely supportive and excited that one more piece of the puzzle is coming together for her dream of bringing local culture to the Waco community. I'm thankful along with Jen to be a part of this momentous occasion. We had a blast! And ooooh my favorite, the Hot Turkey Panini sandwich on Focaccia Buns is my regular order with sugar-free peach Italian Soda!! Posted by Picasa

Monday, December 12, 2005

Bun for Destini Berry

OK, I know I'm like a long ways away from having a "real" bun, but I wanted to at least give it a shot in honor of Destini Berry today! I know it's cheezy, but what the hay! I wish Destini all the best in her journey in the world of ballet.

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Poem/song for Destini Berry

Keep Dreaming
Written by Maryee
7-5-04


Whatever dream You've given me
I won't keep it inside
No matter how scared I may be
I won't go run and hide
And if this dream really is
what it's meant to be

I'll do all that I can
to make it a reality
(to fulfill my destiny)

I’ll keep writing
I’ll keep singing
I’ll keep running
I’ll keep winning
I’ll keep playing
I’ll keep dancing
I’ll keep dreaming