A Woman’s Prerogative




Are you talking to me

I am not here to perform tricks for you


You laugh

You look so pretty when you



So what you’re telling me is

I’m ugly if I don’t


For you


You laugh again


You know what’s funny

That you don’t know me

Or what makes me


But I will share with you

Being commanded to


Isn’t one of the things

That makes me happy

Makes my heart sing


So stop putting your

Demands on me to


I’m not going to give

One to you

These are mine to distribute

As my heart tells me to




Judy Angelheart

Copyright and all rights reserved 2018


This poem is dedicated to all the lovely women who have ever heard someone tell them to SMILE. My lovely daughter recently was lamenting about men telling her to smile. This poem was prompted by a conversation I heard this morning at the library. I overheard a man tell this beautiful woman to smile; she remained silent, she just shook her head.

What is it going to take for people (men) to understand that it is not flattering to be commanded, like a dog, to SMILE!

Stop doing it! It isn’t kind or respectful because our beauty- all our beauty inside and out is not here for your entertainment.

Sending out love to all my beautiful, lovely ladies- YOU are so much more than your smile. I hope this poem and the love I send with it will make you SMILE!

And to all the men, I am sending out an abundance of love and feminine energy. I know the majority of you are very kind and supportive of us beautiful women.



PS: I wrote this poem in my notebook, however, it would be more correct to say I quickly scribbled it before the Muse got away. Afterward, I neatly made a copy of this poem and walked over and gave it to her. I told her, “Thank you for being an inspiration for me this morning.” I waited while she read the poem and with tears in both of our eyes, we gave each other a hug. Then I walked away because I didn’t want her to feel obligated to me in any way and I also didn’t want to intrude any further on her day. She really is a beautiful lady inside and out. Thank you for the hug!

Girlfriend Hands III


What was I thinking

Painting my nails

Of course the polish smeared and chipped

Within minutes

By the next day

They looked really bad

But I had no time to fix them

A busy week each day they looked

Worse and worse

Hunting through the linen closet

I finally found the almost empty bottle of nail polish remover

It wasn’t enough- UGH

They looked even worse

I wanted to hide my hands

Hoping no one would notice

Chipped pink sparklily nail polish

Stuck on from Valentine’s Day

Screamed- UGLY

Looks can be deceiving because in reality

These are writer’s hands

Penning poetry hands

These are amazing

Sending out healing hands

These are artist hands

Creating visions and sensations hands

These are nourishing hands

Preparing body and soul food hands

I scrap and scratch the last few flecks

Desperate to remove the traces of pink

“Out, out great spot”

However unlike he

I only wish to reveal

The true stain of these hands

Which conjour up such amazing things

Love is in the mix of all of these


Judy Angelheart

2/17/18 Copyright and all rights reserved

Thank you for letting me share a bit of my poetry with you for national poetry month.

Yes, these are my hands, dried and weatherworn. We need to remember that looks really can be deceiving; the person is always more important than the appearances.

We are finally experiencing spring-like temperatures here which makes me very happy! Sending out warm healing energy to all of you.


National Poetry Month: My Introduction

I have been slowly reading a book about Haiku: Haiku in English: The First Hundred Years. I have had to renew it twice already and I am not even to the halfway point. I could have read it all the way through a few times by now but then I would not have had time to savor and digest every word. Nor would I have had the inspiration to write so many little poems. According to this book, it seems that some of the rules have changed and that the old standard of 5-7-5 no longer strictly applies.

I have also been working on organizing and cataloging my poetry. It is quiet the project because I have been writing poetry for most of my life and because I often write them on scraps of paper or in journals so they must be found and then copied, all by hand, into notebooks organized by year. I need to get them typed and saved via computer too.

In the spirit of National Poetry month, I offer to you some of the little poems I have written recently. According to the style of this book, they would be Haiku yet I am not sure. Either way I like the succinct nature of the poems I have been reading and writing.



I liked the brevity of it
When first introduced
Though I didn’t know the word


Snapping the crisp sheet

Startled the dog

Out of sleep


Walked away
The watched phone


Who named you
Such a mouthful
For a flower


Tangy mustard
Cheese and crusty bread
Deep wine or
Dark beer
Taste buds cheer



Judy Angelheart
Copyright and all rights reserved 2014

500 Pages

That’s a good idea

Take one thing

And do it over and over again

Practice it

See what it becomes

From point A to point B

Interesting the discipline

We will put in

For a grade

Recreating that in

Everyday life

Over and over again

Yet then where is

The place for

Spontaneity and awe

As you find the new

Fascinated by small charms

And do it over and over again

Judy Angelheart

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Of course the title made me think of this video:

I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)

This makes me want to go watch Benny and Joon.

Yes, it is a bit like “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” by Laura Numeroff

I signed this book for a sign language class I took in college. That was fun!

Thank you so much for staying with me while I went a bit off my normal writing to celebrate National Poetry Month.



Let me give you the


That’s me


That’s my morning weight

I wake up hungry

Eager to eat

Eggs- scrambled

Toast- with jam

Coffee- black

Maybe a cookie or two

Morning snack

Mixed nuts

Don’t snicker

Dried fruit

Enough already

Some dark chocolate


An avocado

Artichoke hearts

“Might choke Artie but it won’t choke Stymie”

Those Lil Rascals

Boiled potatoes with

Olive oil

Salt and pepper

How long ago was



Looking at cookbooks

Is it dinnertime yet


Judy Angelheart

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My poems usually come to me complete but it is fun, sometimes, to edit them and see where they take me. Like today when the quote, “Might choke Artie but it won’t choke Stymie”,  came to me from the show The Lil Rascals. I used to love to watch the reruns on TV. This clip has the quote in it when Stymie tries to figure out how to eat an artichoke.

So much fun!


The Third Time

If at 1st you don’t succeed




But I hate the word try

It always comes out


Like I didn’t exert any effort

I did

I put my whole self in

And that ain’t just

Some hokey pokey

I turn myself about

Back at square one

Which hop do I scotch to

If it were only pebbles

I was throwing

How far and how much

Do I have to fling

Before something sticks

Like spaghetti on the wall

Al dente please

Fixed just right

To finally take my place

In the world






Judy Angelheart

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I really don’t like the word “try”; it is a false word because it implies inaction when what was done was full of action. Take trying to ride a bike; actually you rode it, you may have fallen off but you rode it for some amount of time and what you were really doing is learning. Or take, trying a bite of some new food, what you were really doing is tasting something new, you may not like it but you tasted it. The word try is an excuse or an accusation; both make us feel bad about ourselves. So instead of using the word try, replace it with the action you did do. And please don’t use it as an excuse, be truthful about what you are or are not willing to do.

Don’t try FLY!


Imperfect Perfection

Who wrote those rules

About coloring inside the lines

It’s the spilling over

Leaking out

Messy stuff

That’s where the angels dance

And if we’re brave

We’ll close our eyes

Let ourselves go

Out there

With a lion’s heart

We’ll be

Dancing with the angels


Judy Angelheart

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I have caught up, so off I go to dance with the angels. See you out there!


Today’s Lesson

Today I sat

And watched otters play




That’s the lesson of the day



Judy Angelheart

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Moving Forward

If I could have a do over…

If I could have a crystal ball…

With one the chance to right all wrongs

With the other a way to avoid all mistakes


Life is not lived in the realm of

Would of

Could of

And if onlys

Life is lived in the moment

It’s tempting to get stuck in the rear-view mirror

All of its stories are written on my heart

Lessons learned along with

A pinch of love and faith

Boldly and Openly

Moving forward in my life


Judy Angelheart

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