march thirty one: celebrating women’s history month with an ode to the virtuous woman

I wrote this poem in 2004. It was inspired by the biblical scripture in Psalms 31:10-31, about the Virtuous Woman. I thought to myself, how do I write a poem the exemplifies those verses but with a modern twist.  Afterall, even in biblical times, women were still expected to be any and everything to a man and her kids, but all be a “superwoman”, just like today.  So, in honor of all women, those alive and those who have lived their lives and touched us in some way,

Celebrate Women's History Month

our ancestor women who fought the good fight for our rights, our grandmothers, aunts, and sisters, and our girlfriends  who are always there for us when we need them, and those who are trying to find their way, trying to find their purpose; Celebrate yourself during Women’s History Month. I hope you enjoy!

Woman of the World       by Kellea Tibbs    9/26/04

I want to be a woman

in every sense of the word

I want to drape myself

in fine linen

and brush my hair

in front of a vanity

 

I want the man

I am blessed with

to be able to come home

from a hard day’s work

and have a home cooked meal

waiting for him

while not sacrificing the fact

that I am my own person

even though I cater to you

 

while I am still independent

paying my own bills, doing my own thing

hanging with my girlfriends

maintaining my own car

contemplating my own life

I still have a fairy tale wish

for a ring as shiny as the sun

I still want to be treated

as a delicate flower

like the feminine being that I am

 

God put me here

to be a help mate

a soul mate

to take care

and to nurture

I can be a lawyer

a doctor

a police woman

even a cab driver

 

I can be a soccer mom

a soccer coach

a song writer

I can cook

I can clean

take care of my household

I can go at it

with the best of them

in the corporate office

fight the good fight

in the streets

for my fellow woman

fight for freedom

for my fellow man

fight for equality

strive for the advancement of my people

all while

cooking a five course meal

changing a tire

putting on my lipstick

and writing a novel

 

and all in one sweep of the hand

I can take care of my man

love him

in good times

in bad times

stroke his ego

hold his hand

when he is down

and still be

the woman that I am

 

I want to be a woman

all over the place

in every sense of the word

I want to love

and be loved

cry and

be a shoulder to cry on

 

I want to

be able to call you when I need you

listen to your heart

support you in your goals

while you support me in mine

 

I want to be the woman

my man thinks

is the most beautiful

woman in the world

i want to be the woman

you come home to faithfully

without a doubt

 

I am already every woman

but I know I can be your woman

and  your friend

 

A Beautifully

Lovely

Lover

 

I want to be a woman

in every sense of the word

just like my ancestors

just like my strong grandmothers

just like my strong mother

I want to bring life

into the world

love life

live my life

have you in my life

and love myself

all at the same time

 

I want to be a woman

in the world

of the world

and most of all

be the center

of your world

march thirty one: a travelling haiku

On occassion I like to write haiku. I wrote this poem (today) on the way back home across the very flat land of Indiana. As I looked out of the window at the various creeks, strams, and farmland, I could see that lots of water was still standing from the rain from the previous two days. As I took the time to look out of the window, I thought, Hmmm, wouldn’t it be nice if we all, took the time to look and experience the “scenery” on the way to all of our destinations in life, especially for those who become famous and maybe forget about the little people or small things in life that helped them along the way. Here is “downstream”:

downstream (3-6-2011)
travelling downstream
you get to see the things you missed
on the way to fame

march thirty one: new poem, reflections on communication

It’s March and as I told my readers, I am launching my new poetry blog as I celebrate the wonderful 31 days of March (by the way, March 31 is my birthday! )

I wrote the poem Communication in 2004 as the technology revolution was taking off at lightning speed with so many new gadgets and ways to create and listen to music, with the onset of new social networks and ways to connect with people (I’ve tweaked it for 2011). And, ss as much as I love all of these new inventions, love social media,  it all seems so overwhelming at times. This poem reflects how all of this has changed our lives.

Communication

We can deliver

email,

and voice mail

and snail mail

We speak

via cell phone

text message

and instant message

We find love and  friendship

through online chat rooms

online dating

8 minute dating

We “Facebook” and “Tweet” each other

post photos

and share bits and pieces

of ourselves

We free up our hands

with ear pieces

and headphones

We do things quickly

with MP3s

downloading

file sharing

and CD burning

We make ourselves

mobile

with laptops

portable DVD players

2-ways

3-ways

conference calls

walkie talkies

video mail

video conferencing

Skype

and camera phones……

We have all of this

new media

in the world

of technology

That are supposed to

bring people

in this fast paced

high-priced

high speed society

closer together

So why is it

that we still find it so hard

to keep in touch?