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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


 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


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


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

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