Olga's Poetry & Thoughts

What is a father? Who is our father? Our Father, capital F, who art in heaven, Our father, who's watching the game on TV, Our dad, to go on camping trips with, Roasting marshmallows at dusk Our daddy, a strong neck to hold on to When we are too weak to walk Our papa, the second face we register When we are born onto the earth Our pa, pop, Old Man, tata, head of the house A man, a person, a being with graces and faults Pa, a cluster of memories Of popsicles on the way home from school When mom wouldn't allow it Of walks to the park and the playground Of being taught how to ride a bicycle Then pa morphed to dad, and then to father Our Father, distant, almost unaware of his existence Father, to be prayed to, to be worshipped A father who is not a dad at all What is a father? Who is our father? A man who loves us unconditionally A man who sets an example for future generations A man, surrounded by family, in a warm home A man who is honoured because he deser...

This is how you should act if you want to be a tease Just drop a pen and twirl around 360 degrees Bite your lip and shoot a glance that will make his heart raw And wear a shirt that reveals just a sliver of your bra Ask a question that you definitely know the answer to Then nod and smile and act as if he's a genius to you Compliment his scent and ask if he likes yours Then yawn and sigh, play hard to get, as if he is a bore When your lips are a shade just right When your dress is almost too tight When your smile is fake and bright When you're sad, alone at night This is when it's time to tease To have the men beg at your knees To have them buy you champagne and flowers So that you're occupied at every hour To disguise your loneliness with a mad, feigned power

The world used to be full of people People who ate and talked and lived They all had the same haircut and black loafers They never cut their fingernails   They carved their names into tree trunks for fun They fished to replenish their stomachs The world used to be full of these people Where have these carefree people gone? We have been cursed with external attraction Even animalistic desires are less brutish Than the images we digest Of people who are not really people People who are trapped in tight cow skins Strangled in bow ties and neck ties Wearing heels that could be used for combat People who are stringed together by bones Nothing more, nothing less Bones, skin, muscle, fat A concoction of body parts That are labeled and shipped off To find a soul mate: a lover of bones All we see is the external attraction Things that we don’t see, don’t exist, right? Ghosts and werewolves Witches and spirits God and morality No, there ...

From the time you know how to blink You are branded like a milking cow It's the reason you are here now But do you ever stop to think While you are dabbing blush on your brow And you are scraping your legs into shreds And you are perming your locks 'til they're dead Why you are doing this at all? Because when you're born you become a slave To the thing that's between your legs You're a sweet pie if it's concave And if it's hanging, then you're brave And if it's slanted then you're nothing You are ridiculed to your grave Here is a bold proposition that I offer to you What if you should want to be both? If you wish, I allow you to Snuggle with boys when you're blue And wear black heavy soled shoes You may chew grass and drink booze And bathe in pink salts if you choose Don't be swayed by the notion That you should be affixed to a box With your legs cramped to your chest You're not a boy or a girl or a fr...

I'm not usually intrigued by superhero action movies, but since I work at the cinema, I can't resist seeing some blockbuster action flicks from time to time, the newest one being Iron Man 3. Although the movies are based on comic books, I still like to do a literary overanalysis of the characters, their flaws, and the hidden messages that they're portraying about our society. Popular media defines society as it is in the moment. For example, back in the post-war days, literature was depressing and scrutinized the advance of the Industrial Revolution and lack of individualism (take into account Virginia Woolf or Sylvia Plath). Now, our society seems to hail the cynical hero- the one who makes snippy remarks, has low moral standards, and consumes himself with one-night stands- the jerk. The greatest example of the cynical jerk superhero is Iron Man. The newest Iron Man movie had a simple, predictable plot line (nerd wants revenge, things get blown up, pretty girl, nerd b...

As a single red rose, Hangs its head low For it knows its time has come As a single petal, Kisses the ground For its day has only begun... Many quarrel that, Life is unfair But hell, what can we do? The black thunderclouds Are far from forgiving They will , and shall, corrupt you For the world is full, Of ignorance, hate People who don't understand... Smokestacks and chimneys Are murdering us slowly, Hailing evil with a gentle hand Polar bears melting Habitats waning Wildlife unable to scavenge a meal We are turning our noses Against the reality Thinking, no, this is not real What is of more importance- Planet Earth or Economy? In this world, it's trivial to tell When greed is a parasite Latched on us, tight Us weaklings unable to repel Yes, life is unfair Alas, not much I can do Than sit here and wonder, Recheck and ponder, Is this, All really, True?