Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: God

THIS BOOK IS BLACK

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm

This Book Is Black

and I am waiting to be born

out of The Murky Red

into The Light

afforded All Of Humanity

allowed to live

This Book Is Black

and I will come out

to Speak My Name

and be caressed

not by The Hand Of God

but by The Human Hand

of My Mother

This Book Is Black

and I will grow

to protect My Spirit

and when I die

I will be born again

into The Space

occupied by the width

and breadth

of My Mind

It Will Be Bright

My Future Will Be

Forever Bright

FOR ZOODEDOO

The Hawk Window Seat 6:30pm

I Am On Top Of The World

I Stand Tall

For My Humanity

For That Is All

I Am

That I Know Of

For Sure

For Sure There Is God

Because

I Have A Human Mind

ALL OF THE ABOVE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:56pm

I Am The Second Coming

I Am Black Jesus

I Am The Silver Christ

I Am God

After an Eternity of Waiting, I was Conceived on March 31, 1993

I was Born October 22, 1993

Delivered By The Hands

of A Little Scottish Doctor

at Roseway Hospital

Shelburne, Nova Scotia

I have grown into a fifty-two year old

North American Female

with unruly hair

& A Big Mouth

I Am Pro-life

& will never die

Watch Me

Fly

HERALD

The Hawk Dining Room 8:56am

I am awakened by a heavenly sky

framed within the arched window

of My Dining Room

The Light cuts through

the cracks of cloud

to re-create striking fields

of Grandest Streaks

reaching diagonally over The Water

illuminating Its Stretch

THE STAFF OF LIFE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:15pm

I held a wafer-thin slice of home-made bread

and breathed to My Self:

“This Is The Staff Of Life”

I placed The Slice, along with The Remainder of The Loaf

on a white plate

and served It to The Crows

in the snow out back

MY PRO-LIFE PROFILE

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

“Hey Everybody!  This is God

yes, G-O-D

One of You, All of You

here, as always, to tell Us

We have a correction to make —

in case You were wondering

I am female —

52 years old in Body

infinite in Mind:

Caucasian North American

with a psychiatric history

not permitted to carry a firearm

but I can wear a bullet-proof vest

to guard My Castle-by-the-sea

where I live with My Husband

the very popular Dr Blair

& My Daughter, the very beautiful Eliza

& seven cats —

I’m not kidding around —

on March 31st, 1993, after four days of no sleep

induced by the death of My Mother

I had The Shower Of Silver Lights

crash down on My Head —

I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ

but I didn’t want to give Christianity

that much credit

so I simplified My Title

My Essence

into Those Three Little Letters

& no, I don’t knowingly control the weather —

it controls Me

& yes, I believe in eternity

& The Sacredness Of Human Life

OR I WOULDN’T BE HERE!!”

 

“It’s Time To Hear My Rallying Cry

to sort out Our Miseries

Organize

Our Desires

Our Abilities

forget Our failings

Uphold Honesty

for where has Honesty

gone?

 

It’s Time To Apprehend

My Leadership —

I offer up My Self

for I am One Human

Who has seen The Light

& Knows It To Be

The Light Of This World

Our Precious Little World”

 

 

MAESTRO

The Hawk West Desk Window 1:20pm

What orchestrates The Music

of The Universe?

What perpetuates The Orbital Spin

of Our Galactic Bodies?

Our Home Planets?

Time It cannot be

for Time is a Human Construct —

What then in Its Own Magic

raises Our Suns & Moons

guides Us through Our Days & Nights

allowing Us to Breathe?

SELF-CONTAINMENT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

I am self-contained

I do not need another

half

a partner of religion

of life

I can eat My Ice Cream

alone

on My Tomato-coloured Couch

and not worry

about

a God-damn

Thing

9/11

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm

ICONIC POWER:

WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL

COLLIDES WITH ISLAM

SNOW JOB

The Hawk Kitchen 1:10pm

My Voice Is Signalling Me

To Write Of The Abomination

That Is Christmas:

How Can I Devour

The Little Children’s Innocence

When They Hear Of Santa

Coming Down A Vaginal Chimney

When They Hear The Living Lie

Of That Baby Jesus

Immaculately Conceived?