
The Ninth Poetess
Author, Poet, Blogger, Group Leader
Hello my name is The Ninth Poetess. I write some of everything. Right now my mind is on the protection of my WIPS. I have a Group called ” The North Omaha Writers Group I’ve started in December of 2018. And a lot has happened since then. From having my one year Anniversary of my Group, Losing my mother to Brain Cancer that stemmed from Breast Cancer and then COVID. I’ve had to find ways to keep my overall mission and platform going. I’ve met some amazing people along the way. And I have gained more followers/members than I have ever dreamed and its still growing. I am thoroughly Humbled for my friends and HeartBeats. HeartBeats because they keep me going. Join NOW GROUP Website. Get all updates and post. Stay Tuned for Post and Tweets over on Twitter We all know it’s all a process and be on the lookout for my other pages. Get everything from Writing Prompts to whats the latest in the writing community. Ill be in Touch.
What I do:
- Write Poetry
- Write Sweet Romance
- Write Historical Fiction
- Write Romantic Suspense
- Write Science Fiction
- Write Spiritual Fiction
- Blog
- Read
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February 27,2022 Merry Sunday 🤩
Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
Alaskan Dreams🐻🐻❄️🐋 ⛴ 🦌
On the ocean or the sea
Alaskan Dreams I want to see
Whale watching
Party of 3
Dry me up if they splash me
I don’t know if I can bear two types of bears.
Polar or Grizzly
I’m out of there
From a distance I stare,
At their beauty
Zoo’s isn’t fair
Nature gives them justice
I’m in their lair
Moose in the path,
big as a truck
Staying out his way
It’s a BUCK!!!
Searching for his mate
It’s there, she awaits
He must fight his nemesis
The things he goes through for a date
Got daylight 24/7
Is it like this in Heaven?
Does this mean no sleeping?
Nothing gets past me
No sense in creeping
It’s hunting season
It’s Game I season
Smothered in my pot
Gravy thick, piping hot
To finish with the sky
A glow psychedelic like I’m high
As the mountains and the galaxy
Came to visit
Little ol’ me
Alaskan Dreams
🟡The Ninth Poetess🟡
April 9, 2021
Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
The Modern Day Slave
The Modern Day Slave is the color of the rainbows
When you don’t get paid for what your worth
Its more than your income thats low
It’s your integrity and self-worth
All walks of life in masses
Been through this, like birth
Employment to Incarceration
Free or Not
Cut corners to try and keep what they got.
The greedy hurt the needy
With no remorse
Like slaves doing chores
Just to get the dollar
To prevent their family from fuss and holler
To feed themselves they must submit
Only job they can not quit
Pay you minimums because they can
Work you like an old mule
Making use of your back and hands
A dream keeps you fueled
Owning your own business and land
Dreams inherited from ancestors that didn’t make the band
Although they stand
In the shadows
Urging you on
Singing a song of freedom
Letting you know it won’t be too long
Right over the bend is your vision
If God is for you
How can you be wrong
I’ll be a slave to what’s mines
And no one else
Broke the chains
Now I work for self
Don’t be a Modern Day Slave for no one
Look past the stars for what’s yours.
Be brighter than the sun.
🔸The Ninth Poetess🔸
April 18,2021 Merry Sunday 🥳🥳🥳
Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
Versed in Piddle
Pacing
Chasing this alcohol with voids
Keeping the people I live with annoyed
Staying in the house
Corona Im trying to avoid
Keeping myself busy
Grandma and mom not here with me
Me and my aunt grieve thee
Alone but not alone,
Family tree
Tree of Life
I Piddle No More
But, explore.
Looking for my place
Tears run down my face
Seen death too many times
Y’all left this earth with grace.
Had to brace myself for yalls transition
Realized my life is full of missions.
Started to live,
Gave myself permission.
To hear yalls voice again.
I would sit back and listen.
Piddling along in life till I see y’all again.
When it’s my time to go
Call my next to kin
I’ll be next to kin again.
🌷The Ninth Poetess🌷
April 25,2021 It’s Sunday HeartBeats 💓
Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
Soul Survivor🥊💉🥃
Made it this far
It’s not my time to go
Got my vaccine coming
Im getting it fo sho
It’s been a year now
Scared out my witts
Hibernating
Trying to get over it
Four walls is what we get
Drinking tequila has me lit
If this vaccine doesn’t work
Imma have a fit
Meanwhile trying to keep cool
Reaching for the stars
A shorty
Need a stool
Too old to party.
Feel like a fool
Survivor of all odds
In some big girl shoes
Time to live
Push forward
Forget old news
Keep going
Don’t look back
Do what you do.
Soul Survivor.
🥊The Ninth Poetess🥊
May 2,2021 Merry Sunday
Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
Veg Head🥦🧄🧅🌶🥔
Heads of Cauliflower and Broccoli
Cut it up to feed my family
Boiled, raw, or roasted
In our belly
It kept us fed
Stir Fry mix and several shrimp
Sauteed it up
Put it in my ramen cup
Soy Italian meatball
Italian night
When its done who do I call?
It’s so good it makes you wanna fight!
It’s a delight
Soy meatless crumbles
Sloppy Joes
It’s so good
Makes you tap your toes
Fried Green Tomatoes
Southern Charms
Be Careful from the hot grease
Or it will harm
Zucchini bread for the veggie head
Butter up
Soft and moist
Pucker up
Lemon/Limeade come to my aid
Add some Gin and catch a fade
Firecracker Potatoes
It is Lit
Add vegan links and eggs
It would be a hit
If you don’t eat garlic and onions
I cant trust you
It flavors perfectly
It’s in everything that I do
What’s your favorite veggie?
Tonight, what’s the treat?
If your lucky
Veggies are all you need to eat!
Veg Head
💚The Ninth Poetess💚
Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
Mesmerized Minds
From the time I seen your face
I knew it was the time and the place
To start melting
Can’t look into your eyes
Your body got me hypnotized
Your voice gots me laced
It’s so full of bass
I’m feeling misplaced in your space
Your beauty is full in my mind
My mind is mesmerized by your shine
You’re the quarter to my dime.
🛫The Ninth Poetess🛫
May 11, 2021 Merry Tuesday🥳
The Patience Of The Patients
Pricking and Poking
Sugar Numbers better stay down
Watching what I eat
Love to eat and and drink
Love to get down
Taking the nasty pills
Saving sugar numbers
What a thrill not to be ill
Want a break from all communication
This program Im surely hating
Horrible past from dating
These doctor pump you full of drugs
None of them relating
How much can one take.
Taking 50 different pills
Guinea Pig on the new sh** that they make.
At the Clinic ten times out of Seven days a week
I swear they love probing me
Taking away my sweet treats
Knock me over my head
They killing me
I’m the Patient and I got no patience
I want to be Normal
Tired of waiting
I say I’m Cheap
Doctors say your high maintenance
Can’t keep up with my day
Trying to get away
Don’t want to die
Live Life
Do what you can
In your own way
The Ninth Poetess
September 7,2021
Possibly Poetry Or Short Story
Sugarfree🍭🍬🍭🍬🍭🍬
No sugar for the Diabetic in me
Locked up only sugar could set me free
Working out a little at a time seem to work slowly
Trying to work this fat off so I don’t look like a rolly poley
Poking fingers, drawing blood didn’t know it had a number
Glad it does because I could be in an eternal slumber
Organs please don’t fail, too young to die now
Sugar crystalized don’t care who it cuts down
Sitting here bloated feeling like a cow.
If I die before my mom, she’s gonna clown.
Sugarfree everything, can I get sugar free from a bee?
If I could it would be no measuring, sugar just for me.
I’ll pay any fee.
Just to get something sweet
The Ninth Poetess