Speaking my truth, as the light that lives inside of me -turns me on and tunes me in .. From breastfeeding to rape, loving respect to abuse issues and deviant behaviour. I AM every 'victim's' www.SupernatruralWoman.com saviour. Leaving my imprint on their dusty mirror, tossing my sun-lightened locks to the wind, riding their rage, and never looking back, as i gain magical momentum, transforming all and touching even more .. katherine in Greatness
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
The Consumer is Consumed
The consumer is ultimately, consumed
His designer duds, one day, exhumed
"Sales on men's shirts," soon, resumed
Consumerist society, has re-communed!
No one stops for a beggar, nowadays
Catch that "Sale" at the Hudson's Bay
Women in the work force, 'bad' as men
Brand name labels cover a skinny wren
Latch-key kids with no heart to hold onto
A little B&B' feels like a fun thing to do
No male role models lift to try and model
Daddy's a 'deadbeat' for his kid to coddle
Latest gimmick; be newest iind-dulling daze
What happened to sunsets on overcast days?
Why does material wealth mean so much?
Families .. devalued in a dysfunctional rut
"Money can;'t buy you love," Beatles sing
Just a hell of a lot of distractions - silly thing
" Honor your Mother' and own your self
Nothing of' worth' is found on a store shelf!
= Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
I mentioned these new lines . of this poem,
to Shaison, a movie Director from India, on
my facebook chat, this early morn.
He wrote how he liked my words .Thus, to
copyright my original concept .. upon my own
page.Creating.. while worried consumers.. fight
internal rage.
Raw Kat outta that nasty ... cage
His designer duds, one day, exhumed
"Sales on men's shirts," soon, resumed
Consumerist society, has re-communed!
No one stops for a beggar, nowadays
Catch that "Sale" at the Hudson's Bay
Women in the work force, 'bad' as men
Brand name labels cover a skinny wren
Latch-key kids with no heart to hold onto
A little B&B' feels like a fun thing to do
No male role models lift to try and model
Daddy's a 'deadbeat' for his kid to coddle
Latest gimmick; be newest iind-dulling daze
What happened to sunsets on overcast days?
Why does material wealth mean so much?
Families .. devalued in a dysfunctional rut
"Money can;'t buy you love," Beatles sing
Just a hell of a lot of distractions - silly thing
" Honor your Mother' and own your self
Nothing of' worth' is found on a store shelf!
= Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
I mentioned these new lines . of this poem,
to Shaison, a movie Director from India, on
my facebook chat, this early morn.
He wrote how he liked my words .Thus, to
copyright my original concept .. upon my own
page.Creating.. while worried consumers.. fight
internal rage.
Raw Kat outta that nasty ... cage
Monday, December 16, 2013
It Really is an Upside-Down World
" It really is an upside-down world, ' Alice says
before leaving her slum, to fall into .. the palace
" I do believe my head was becoming so big ..
that i surely felt I would need purchase a wig."
"How could I not see a hole that led to home ...
rather to waste all those years, fears did intone?"
" What need matter if " our head is put on straight,
when for life to be over, most of us, just can't wait?"
Alice looked into a mirror . . as magical as was she
where upon, seeing a Rabbit, filled with utter glee
" Would you mind to share a pot of roses with me?"
asked the floppy eared creature, sipping hot tea
" I 'd be delighted to sit down, for a wonderful spell,"
responded the little girl, out of her -shocked spell
" We've been awaiting your presence, darling dear,"
assured the sure-footed hare, very loud and clear
" With Tsunami's created from a pebble in Peru,
we are glad the universe sent a curve-ball to you!"
" Sip slowly, for time is not even, of the essence ..
all we request is your timely, eternal presence"
Together, to sit upon the ground's freshest Earth
magically, to utter not a word; with smiles of mirth
Dropping out of your head; so much merriment ..
For the pas,t may never wonder, where 'time - went!'
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
The first few lines of this telling .. poem, flew out ..
as i sailed out, on my bike, the other overcast night
Yet, one thing... was as sure as the truth was clear,
lI had to complete the rhyme; under full moon - near
Interesting , how worlds can mesh as one, when allowed
Good thing, to 'play it safe,' my inner child, did never vow!
Special K - every day
before leaving her slum, to fall into .. the palace
" I do believe my head was becoming so big ..
that i surely felt I would need purchase a wig."
"How could I not see a hole that led to home ...
rather to waste all those years, fears did intone?"
" What need matter if " our head is put on straight,
when for life to be over, most of us, just can't wait?"
Alice looked into a mirror . . as magical as was she
where upon, seeing a Rabbit, filled with utter glee
" Would you mind to share a pot of roses with me?"
asked the floppy eared creature, sipping hot tea
" I 'd be delighted to sit down, for a wonderful spell,"
responded the little girl, out of her -shocked spell
" We've been awaiting your presence, darling dear,"
assured the sure-footed hare, very loud and clear
" With Tsunami's created from a pebble in Peru,
we are glad the universe sent a curve-ball to you!"
" Sip slowly, for time is not even, of the essence ..
all we request is your timely, eternal presence"
Together, to sit upon the ground's freshest Earth
magically, to utter not a word; with smiles of mirth
Dropping out of your head; so much merriment ..
For the pas,t may never wonder, where 'time - went!'
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
The first few lines of this telling .. poem, flew out ..
as i sailed out, on my bike, the other overcast night
Yet, one thing... was as sure as the truth was clear,
lI had to complete the rhyme; under full moon - near
Interesting , how worlds can mesh as one, when allowed
Good thing, to 'play it safe,' my inner child, did never vow!
Special K - every day
Monday, December 9, 2013
What Makes Me Believe I am so Virtuous ...?
What makes me believe I am so virtuous ...with food in
my fridge, coziest home, and an old flip-phone?
Gazing from my double-paneled.,dining room window-
wondering where all of Vancouver's fresh snow., will go?
..
Intensely aware that i have 2 huge bedrooms and abundant
space .. for life and love.
So what, if my name .. not even be that of "Mother[, made
over by 'The Ministry; to be judged .. as 'mud!'
We have 2 furry Labs to keep me warm, night upon night
of l brutal exile
Sometimes, I'd rather open my doors to bed bugs and
cooties .. than force a broken smile.
Everyone deserves shelter and safe respite, from
forces of Nature .. intense
I'd settle for Peace, any day ... rather than buy into
this fear-mongering suspense.
Will we awaken from our heated rooms - tomorrow morn, at
un-rumpled best?
Only to trip over.. next neglected body of another brave soul;
whom failed to pass .. harshest test!
Kathrine Marion
my fridge, coziest home, and an old flip-phone?
Gazing from my double-paneled.,dining room window-
wondering where all of Vancouver's fresh snow., will go?
..
Intensely aware that i have 2 huge bedrooms and abundant
space .. for life and love.
So what, if my name .. not even be that of "Mother[, made
over by 'The Ministry; to be judged .. as 'mud!'
We have 2 furry Labs to keep me warm, night upon night
of l brutal exile
Sometimes, I'd rather open my doors to bed bugs and
cooties .. than force a broken smile.
Everyone deserves shelter and safe respite, from
forces of Nature .. intense
I'd settle for Peace, any day ... rather than buy into
this fear-mongering suspense.
Will we awaken from our heated rooms - tomorrow morn, at
un-rumpled best?
Only to trip over.. next neglected body of another brave soul;
whom failed to pass .. harshest test!
Kathrine Marion
Bless The People on the Street
Bless the people on the street
Children with no food to eat
Bless the people on the street
Baby born without bed or heat
Bless the people on the street
Old one's; eyes sunken .. deep
Bless the people on the street
'Lost,' many; no lovers to meet
Bless the people on the street
Cops won't even walk this beat
Bless the people on the street
In shadows; poverty to creep
Bless the people on the street
How can 'bed ' be seen as treat?
Bless the people on the street
Shit stinks .. urine does seep .
Bless the people on the street
Forgotten bodies, lay in a heap
Bless the people on the street
One's .. society: chose 'delete'
Bless the people on the street
" Hunt down a hooker, cheap!"
Bless the people on the street
Heartless "sow what yee reap"
Bless the people on the street
Throw em in a pile; nice and neat
Bless the people on the street
Coins tossed .. by wealthy sheep
Bless the people on the street
Never know whom you may meet
Bless the people on the street
Always look - 'before they leap!'
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
Children with no food to eat
Bless the people on the street
Baby born without bed or heat
Bless the people on the street
Old one's; eyes sunken .. deep
Bless the people on the street
'Lost,' many; no lovers to meet
Bless the people on the street
Cops won't even walk this beat
Bless the people on the street
In shadows; poverty to creep
Bless the people on the street
How can 'bed ' be seen as treat?
Bless the people on the street
Shit stinks .. urine does seep .
Bless the people on the street
Forgotten bodies, lay in a heap
Bless the people on the street
One's .. society: chose 'delete'
Bless the people on the street
" Hunt down a hooker, cheap!"
Bless the people on the street
Heartless "sow what yee reap"
Bless the people on the street
Throw em in a pile; nice and neat
Bless the people on the street
Coins tossed .. by wealthy sheep
Bless the people on the street
Never know whom you may meet
Bless the people on the street
Always look - 'before they leap!'
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
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