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Present on a Holy Night
Oh, Christmas Tree,
I am mesmerized by your
dancing, twinkling lights—
here, there and everywhere.
Stardust sprinkles from
you wear so proudly on your crown.
I see Eternity in your strong and sturdy trunk.
And through your bough,
across your branches:
You write me into Silence,
And the calm abiding within me makes Itself known.
She comes to enjoy the tiny trinkets by which you are adorned.
A simple moment as I sip my minted tea.
Fire crackling, snowflakes falling.
Time has stood still.
You evoke in me a sense of timelessness.
I go in and in and in,
trying to find the end,
but it’s not there.
My breathing slows,
and all is well,
in Life and in Death.
You are my Eternity,
my Eternal Tree.
Gifts may be placed
underneath you, around you,
are the true Gift,
present for me,
Copyright © 2012 by Humaira~Amy Adams
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She’ll Keep on Coming
You say my poems are way too long.
Well I say this mess has gone way too far.
So I will allow these words to speak themselves
until they are finished, until they
have decided it is time to stop.
Let this power draw you in: play with it.
Do not fear it and run.
The Goddess is Alive in
me, and she will
not be enticed
by false gods.
Don’t try to hold me
down ‘cuz . . .those of us with wings . . .
well . . . we like to fly.
You’re rooting for objectification,
degradation and repression
under the guise of God.
You high five and kiss and
tell but shudder if
sex is uttered from
I’m all for lip service in
many ways but only
if your lips are
Keeping sex behind closed doors
closes doors on open minds.
So, do you mind?
I said it.
I like it as much as you do.
And my pussy does, too.
She purrs at one who
She wraps herself
as equally aroused,
This conversation is not for you
and your dudes
nor is it for
me and my
This conversation is for
and it needs to be had
if anyone is going
Am I only worthy if I’m
Your horrified look
at the mention of another
I can’t force it, and
But I will express gratitude
for the role you’ve
played in turning up
the volume of my voice
in your attempt to mute it.
In our society, we shame, squelch,
attempt to put a lid on and shun healthy
sexual expression. And we promote,
reinforce and perpetuate uglification of the
natural, pure, gorgeous sexual beings that we are.
And there ain’t nothin’ sexy ‘bout that.
I’m a writer, a poet, a dancer
and a lover.
And in this way I serve.
I am not your servant except your humble one
if God speaks through your voice.
I will not enslave myself to the devil
but toil in fields all the day long I shall
if The Holy One speaks my name.
You say my poems are too long.
How long is it that we’ve been imprisoned,
you and I?
Too long, I say, my Lover, my Friend.
Let these words bathe us,
rattle us, shake us, quake us,
fuck us, kill us
until we’ve died and gone to Heaven,
here on Earth.
My womanhood is purposeful,
femininity our saving Grace.
No longer will I cross my legs
but rather I shall open them wide
and to you
if you should have a change of heart, of mind.
Enough is Enough,
and I can’t stress this enough.
My Passion is Holy and my Holiness is Passionate.
What God has joined let no man put asunder.
What Goddess has offered let no woman keep under a rug
for fear of being burned at the stake.
Heaven makes Love to Earth and worlds are created.
Do we think this is a mistake?
Earth makes Love to Heaven and glory is manifested.
Do we think this is wrong?
Do we call it a sin?
Every ounce of fluid that pours forth from me since
Life turned me on says
“NO, NO and NO!!!”
And then, in Her release she exclaims,
“YES, YES, YES!!!”
as her gift to the world and to the heavens.
Receive her or not,
she’ll keep on coming.