Monday, February 1, 2016

Ladies of the Night

Adolphe Valette

What have we done
to the Wild Frontier?
Buildings going up everywhere.
What cost will our great grandchildren pay,
Once we're finished paving the way?
Good ol' days soon forgotten.
They say Jesse Woodson James was a gang leader, a murderous thief.
Ladies of the night were treated like ladies, wearing red lipstick, and a smile.
Now if you give a man an inch, he'll always try to get a mile.

Time changes everything that gets in it's path.
It's the rainy day blues got me feeling sentimental.
I need a hot bath and a little sleep before my thoughts go off the deep,
Should I feel guilt for turning a cold shoulder to feminist debate?
Making a home used to mean more too.
I'll dream of an outlaw with the same point of view, or two.

Written by: Donetta Sifford

for Magpie Tales
 Mag 304

Friday, December 25, 2015

Merry Christmas

So this is the season of love and peace.  Gifts wrapped securely under Christmas trees. There are appearances to make and a lot of love that's fake. While everyone celebrates, a war is waging in my mind and heart. I long for the year to be over. 

Friday, September 4, 2015

The Reverie Journal and My Poem

The Reverie Journal will be publishing my poem "Progress" in their 1st edition! I'm super stoked!!!

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Brothers and Dogs

Nervously, I smile as Mom snaps pictures of Trevor and myself going on our first date.  Almost to Trevor's car, Dad is yelling, "Lisa, watch out!" I spot my brother laughing at the side entrance just as our three Rottweilers pounce us. 

Donetta Sifford

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Life's Games

Appearance and first impressions
always played in her favor 
years ago when her olive skin,
 tanned legs, and easy smile
made men and women drool.
Staring into the mirror,
all traces of that hip girl 
had disappeared.
Replaced with wrinkles, 
leathery skin, hollow eyes,
permanent frown.
Life played cruel games. 
She'd lost.

donetta sifford 7/5/2015
Written for: Grammar Ghoul Press