Average Man Tribute
Teresa Spies Dempewolf
You make habitual tireless products
eight to five day after dismal day
pay not worthy of your fight to care
you do your best everyday-clock strikes
No applause, no medals, but someone
watches your every move, see’s the
injustice man to man. So, renew the
fight to stay alive to dreams you see
For you are us every average man
plug along, do right, your conscience
knows your number one. We watch-we
love. We thank you for hanging in there
our average, everyday man or woman
Clothesline
Teresa Spies Dempewolf
Eyes closed I see flaping, arching
clothing, bright on high sun-summer day.
It assails my nostrils with aching delight.
Oh, I’m home-my lens see’s clothes flailing,
dancing, exotic turns as I smile and bid
them sweet surrender. Lush smells rush
into my memory--course stiffness pricks
my soft body sensasions. Oh, lay it on
me. That fresh air fragrance you
could never buy. I would attack the
store who sold it under some pretense.
Beggars know the worth of clean, cool
earth warmed sun laden sweetness.
Baby, oh baby, oh, oh yea!
AIDS
Teresa Spies Dempewolf
I laughed happily as a child
at play. No map to tell me
down my life’s road I would
get tested, and my day’s would
change to horror and fear would envelope me.
So much to contemplate. I only loved
a few it seemed trying to find the real me.
I only wanted what others had. Carefree
lovers as I acted out my gene life. And oh,
so many pills, but me be bitter? Love
leads to death for many of mine, now me.
So please my friends, play safe, love
carefully, stay healthy, because I sure
didn’t think the germ would get me.
Mother
Teresa Spies Dempewolf
Don’t leave me clinging
only to childhood warmth.
I need your constant blood
flow of memory and sweet
baby kisses of maternal love.
You knew me before I was
the patter of kicks on flesh.
I was nourished only by a someday
I’ll have a baby girl cellmate queasiness.
Who will know me only
without their eyes closed
like every other stranger?
I’ll clip your wings and
hold you tenderly through the
dark night. Your breath
makes me live to be thankful
I have you one more day
Mother of my skin and
heart red with life.
Enlist
Teresa Spies Dempewolf
You want who to do what?
Give him up like a litter of kittens?
Where were you as I moaned
in birth, cried in sickness, his,
joy in causes, drivers license received.
He’s gentle and kind, yet throws barbs
of satire to friends many nights.
No angel here treads lightly, but
eighteen years teaching rules to
honor, love and strength up-held.
For me to give him to you
to kill, main and send him home hollow?
You want me to do what?
NO NO NO
NEVER!
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