Anne L Cohen
Author ~ Artist
My Writing
Mommy
It’s so warm and comfortable here, Mommy
I don’t want to ever leave
I’m in a cradle of amniotic fluid
Rocking, rocking as you move about
I hear your voice, your laughter, your sighs
I feel your heart beating
I’m so content to be with you, Mommy
Take care of me, protect me, love me, and nurture me
I love you Mommy. I love you
The time has come; I have to leave
You push me out with violent jerks and loud screams
I am thrust into a harsh world
The air pushes its way into my lungs and makes me scream
But I still have you, Mommy
You hold me and caress me
I lie against your soft, warm breast
And suck and suck the warm, sweet milk
It’s so warm and comfortable here, Mommy
I don’t want to ever leave
I hear your voice, your laughter, your sighs
I smell your smell
I feel your heart beating
I’m so content to be with you, Mommy
Take care of me, protect me, love me, and nurture me
I love you, Mommy. I love you.
The time has come; I have to leave
You take me away from your soft, warm breast and wean me
I have to drink from a cold, hard cup
I can’t have your warm, sweet milk anymore
But I still have you, Mommy
You hold me and caress me
I lie against you and hug you
I need you, Mommy
Don’t make me grow up too fast
It’s so warm and comfortable here, Mommy
I don’t want to ever leave
I hear your voice, your laughter, your sighs
I feel your heart beating
I’m so content to be with you, Mommy
Take care of me, protect me, love me, and nurture me
I love you, Mommy. I love you
The time has come; I have to leave
I’m too old to be cuddled by Mommy any longer
I go forth into the world step by step
The world out there is harsh
I found that out with my first breath
I love you, Mommy. I love you
Depression
The birds may still be singing
But their songs I cannot hear
The flowers may be blooming.
But I cannot tell you where
The waves may still be splashing
But I cannot feel their spray
The stars may still be shining
But where, I cannot say
The breeze may still be swishing
But I cannot feel its touch
These things for me are missing
And I mourn them oh so much
My head, my limbs are heavy
My hope, my spirit gone
My heart, my soul lie weeping
Oh, how can I go on.
To All Who Have Hurt Me
Now is the time to say
I’ll think only good thoughts of you
And even though you have hurt me
I’ll say to bad thoughts, “adieu”
I’m tired of feeling the hurt
I’m tired of feeling the pain
I’ll forgive and forget the hurt
And only the good thoughts remain.
Resilient
Whatever life delivers me
I can take
Resilient I am, I was, I will be
I’ll take the bad with the good
Make no mistake
Resilient I am, I was, I will be
Life’s a constant journey
That ends when we’re gone
Resilient I am, I was, I will be
God is my companion
Who keeps me going on
Resilient I am, I was, I will be
Mind Control
Today I would like to speak to you about mind control.
We all realize that we are influenced by commercials.
But most of us do not realize how deeply we are influenced.
For example, take the fragrance manufacturers of perfume, cologne, after shave lotion, and so on. They have us in their grip with their commercials. When I go shopping in the department stores and a lady working there comes up to me with cologne for me to sample, I say, “No thank you.” What I really feel like saying is, “No thank you; I like my natural smell the best.”
What kind of garbage is this!? The fragrance manufacturers have us believing that their products smell better than we do. As a result, we go out a buy their products. They make the money and we lose it!
The commercials even dig into our feelings about motherhood and childrearing. Take the issue of bottle feeding versus breast feeding. The baby bottle and formula manufacturers have many of us believing that bottle feeding is the most natural and healthy way to feed a baby.
But let’s look into this issue a little more closely.
How can a bottle with formula in it take the place of Mommy? Mommy’s breast is soft and warm and cuddly. The child can lean against it and feel and hear Mommy’s heart beat. The child can rub his or her small hand against Mommy’s soft skin. What does a bottle have to offer?
The TV stations have advertisements for bottles and formulas. But they don’t give equal time to breastfeeding organizations. Is that fair advertising?
These are just two examples of how our minds are constantly being manipulated. We borrow other people’s ideas and we think they are our own. We must go inside ourselves and examine our thoughts and feelings. Are our decisions ours or are they someone else’s? True freedom begins with freedom of thought.
On Being Bipolar
I am Me, Me, Me
I am real, real, real
My mind must think
My spirit must feel
My mind and spirit meet
To a poetic beat
My intellect and spirituality
Become an altered state of reality
My thoughts are real and hazy
Some will say I’m “crazy”
I’m as old as the hills
I’m a fresh-grown daisy
I need to think like me
I need to feel like me
I need to think and feel like me
In this altered state of reality
Although I think and feel in verse
I must not completely loose it
I need to come back from wherever we’re at
Whenever I have to choose it
I feel and I think often in verse
When I’m in this parallel universe
My thoughts aspire to go higher and higher
Cool as an ice cube; hot as a fire
When the mood is done, my heart/soul are one
And I must come back to wherever we’re at
Although I’m free, my heart/soul must be
Also in here/now reality.
I Went To The Dentist Today, Oy Vey
I went to the dentist today, oy vey
He looked in my mouth and he saw decay
He said, It can’t go on this way.”
Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey.
So he drilled and he drilled and he drilled and he drilled
And he filled and he filled and he filled and he filled
And he billed and he billed and he billed and he billed
Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey
He filled my tooth in just the right spot
My tooth is filled but my wallet is not
At least decay in my tooth I don’t got
Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey
He worked on me til time was up
I needed this like a “luch in cup” *
That’s a mean a hole in the nut
Oy vey, oy vey, oy vey, oy vey
Oy vey!
* (Yiddish) “hole in the head”
"Me” and “Them”
In this world it’s “me” and “them”
“Me” and “them”
“Me” and “them”
Time and time again
“Me” and “them”
“Me” and “them”
“Me” and “them”
Time and time again
Why the fuss?
Why the fuss?
Why the fuss?
Why the fuss?
Because it isn’t “me” and “them”
“Me” and “them”
“Me” and “them”
It is "us."
Madonna
My Daughter and Childbirth and Nursing make three
They’re my three greatest joys and forever will be.
Digestion
I’ll eat the past
And digest it
The good will become me
The bad I’ll eliminate.
Grand
I don’t mind getting older
The longer I live
The longer I learn
Isn’t life grand.
Shalom* Will Come
Let us sing our song for peace
Let us sing our song for shalom
Let us sing our song for peace
We hope in our lifetime shalom will come.
* (Hebrew) peace
On Mental Illness
I refuse to be bullied by stigma
Uh-Uh
It isn't for me
I refuse to be bullied by stigma
I know who I am
And who I strive to be
I refuse to be bullied by stigma
You're not for me
You're not for me.
MEANNESS
Some people are mean
You may reflect
But disregard meanness
And keep self-respect.
I AM I
Why don't you see me as I really am?
I am not your puppet on your strings-
Acting as you want
You don't like what I say
So should I keep silent
And nod my head "yes" to your voice?
You want to hear your words
Coming out of my mouth.
Well too bad
I'll be who I am
Even though it's harder
I'll be who I am
I'll make mistakes, true
But they will be my mistakes
Not yours
And when I pray to God
I want Him to hear my voice
Not yours.
I may live with regrets
But I will give myself a second chance
And maybe more
And now I am truly happy
Because I live my own life
The life that I, yes I, choose for me.
A Prayer for Those with Mental Illness
I am made in the image of God
In the image of God like you
I am holy
My prayers are holy
I feel; I think
My dreams I pursue
I am at one
With God and creation
I am part of this world and I pray
That God will give me the peace of mind
That will make me whole forever and a day.
Rebuttal
Peace of mind
Is up to me
As for God
Who is He?!
My O My
My O My
The political unrest
Try to figure out
The very best
Maybe give a listen
To the opposition
And use the brain you were given
And were blessed.
Good Bye
I’m glad to have met you
I tell you no lie
Hope to see you again soon
For now it’s good bye.