Poems by monté

MY CREATION

I spent years Creating this Schooling and honing Primping and preening Kowtowing at times Or fluffing my plumage For all to see

I’ve steered this hull Through some stormy times And stayed afloat Navigating, negotiating Not to crash on a crag Just smooth sailing

Flaunting what I created To its proper place In the universe

TO SEARCH

I think it is one of the reasons we are

to search is to seek is to yearn is to learn is to keep on keeping on the striving to and surviving on the soaking in and ringing out Reasons we are to be to gain to give to lose to care to want too much to choose

to be to not to love to dream to search

Poems by monté

ALLOW ME TO PAINT YOU A PORTRAIT OF A CHARACTER I’VE KNOWN FOR YEARS

A man Grand in stature Although actually quite Small at times With one huge heart A hand in everything he can Some of his loves Animals Babies Clouds and colors in places least expected

The roar of an idea The song of the sparrow Laughter (and I mean a laugh that you can’t put a rein on) The line of a dancer A dream of unity He wishes He wants He lives in me

I AM PROUD TO BE ALIVE THIS LONG

I am proud to be alive this long with all the possibilities I’ve had to pull out 61 years No regrets If anything I am proud that despite devastating circumstances 1) A mother who mentally and spiritually abused me all of my young life 2) A father, who was never there Proud of the fact that with no Real male figure mentoring My upbringing I still learned What it is to be a man Despite a brother Who sexually molested me At the age of 7 I hated that learning experience I hated that he (my half-brother) almost 10 years my senior saw my sexuality saw my sensuality at age 7 and tried to take advantage of it I am proud to say that despite a father who was never there dying when I was 19 That half-brother (my molester) died when I was 20 My mother, the abuser was murdered when I was 21

And still I rise

Keeping my head above water Proud to have gone through All the experiences Being diagnosed in 1987 Being told I had 2 good years to live Wrong—it’s been 27 years now Proud to say I think I’ll stick around for a cure.