Category Archives: Poetry

No Neck, Political Correct

You’re politically correct, but you have no neck and I’m at a loss how to help you. For language, you see Is not PC Descriptors are adjectives Words to describe He, she and it help us survive Cannot refute now … Continue reading

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The Woman Who Wanted to Go Home

March on the coast was cool and cloudy. Isolated and damaged, she waited again for her sister to visit as promised for the last 3 years. Then the attack happened, internet intermittent and communications screeched to a grind. Her face … Continue reading

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Red Radio Button

By Cathy R. Taylor Croizier ©2017 Casey Teeter All Rights Reserved I wake in cold sweat terror from the red of the radio button in front of me waiting recording my vote forever Sisters of Another Mother I call to … Continue reading

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NO MATTER WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE

By Cathy R. Taylor Croizier ©1997 Casey Teeter All Rights Reserved You want to take her down, You wanna throw her around You ain’t got no right…No matter what she looks like No right! I’m ashamed of the ways our … Continue reading

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Clean is Sexy

Clean is Sexy Casey Teeter ©2007 All Rights Reserved Clear of debris Naught to distract Carpet calling to lay me down To drown in your touch Clean of snags Your hands glide smooth on lace I hear only your breath … Continue reading

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Untitled

Practicing daily dying of self into the oneness fabric of our fractal expression surrender calling polar to center in torriodial breadth I AM THAT © 2013 Casey Teeter. All rights reserved. This work is reproduced and distributed with the permission … Continue reading

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SONG AND STONE

Dedication to NSA Casey Teeter c. 2013 Fall. All rights reserved. finally I write poetic silence some imposed by self some taken from my shelf stolen by the elf called NSA. how you have violated my people, my privacy, my … Continue reading

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