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Lillian K. Staats (lilyfly)

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Ummm, hi, folks. My name is Lillian K. Staats. I've lived in Alaska all my life.

I came here to hubpages to share my poetry.Remember, even if all the world says you're wrong, that still doesn't make it true.

Well, I love yaz, Thank you to my friends! God Bless!(You have been my true family!) Your friend Lily 

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  • Medusa, a Poem
    5

    Medusa, a Poem

    8 months ago

    Forgive Fair Ebona: The voice of all womanhood, For pawning in her healing plants, for poisonous root and stem, We choke on easy prey, do we? Leave the measurements of life to the Carpenter, and all...

  • Achilles,  A Poem.
    7

    Achilles, A Poem.

    8 months ago

    Achilles, dips his heels, in Venus's pool, cooled briefly in earnest care, Then, off he flies, he must as name implies, words, jolting , un earnest, then, unsavory guides, If you ARE the Achilles,...

  • Atropos, a Poem
    2

    Atropos, a Poem

    11 months ago

    Beneath the early dark wings, long unused fret. eyes turned inward, Winter's mole, divine Atropos' blade hesitates a little more each day, we hold on, beggars and dreamers, for the day sun illuminates...

  • Face of Gaia, a Poem
    0

    Face of Gaia, a Poem

    12 months ago

    Face of Gaia It's time now, for the coverup; Jesus was a Pisces, his sigil, fish, The Marys, Mother or whore, No fun middle, there... virgin birth, no less, as if the seeded birth is any less a...

  • Instructions, a Poem
    3

    Instructions, a Poem

    14 months ago

    The first stars were formed,gathered, in the apron of the sky, before the first blade was forged and quickly wielded by a man's arm- We'd already propitiated by blood every possible crime, We, voiceless,...

  • Walking On, a Poem
    13

    Walking On, a Poem

    14 months ago

    I keep walking on, and if sometimes I'm walking on graves, it just raises my feet up... so they can be proud o' me, bringin' in my tiny harvest, roses, marigold, sweet peas, everybody is welcome to refuge, ...

  • A Rebuttal to Moonfroth's Arguments Concerning Christianity
    11

    A Rebuttal to Moonfroth's Arguments Concerning Christianity

    15 months ago

    The common most mistake that atheists make about us Christians is to assume that we fall into any pattern whatsoever, much less believe in the trinity, (although I do). When I say, "In the name of the Father,...

  • Take a Number, a poem
    8

    Take a Number, a poem

    16 months ago

    Changed my number, so that the bone collectors come up empty, if only for a time; while I eat beans, while I go without... while I try to make a equal b, while I use napkins for toilet paper, no car, no...

  • A Raven's Nap, a Poem
    12

    A Raven's Nap, a Poem

    17 months ago

    Northerners know the way of Ravens; They never nest, rest in front of us, Before dark, they gather wings of dusk and fly secret lee lines to a home we never see... mysterious creatures... Ravens come,...

  • Gate of the Broken Horse
    7

    Gate of the Broken Horse

    17 months ago

    Survive so many floods, and is confusion all you have? restless rain spindle leaf, does any gruff wind blow you down? do you still trudge umber foot path where bridges were made to places best shunned... and...

  • Points of an Angel, a Poem
    13

    Points of an Angel, a Poem

    19 months ago

    The points of light had faded above my T.V. set, all the rudderless ships had come to shore... a broad road is where pirates walk, but for me, moss covers the path.. So I waited, for the lights, the...

  • The Dream of Spring
    5

    The Dream of Spring

    17 months ago

    Mud-soaked floorboards, rivulets of water, a Nile of intent, skinny dogs poring over a few bones, I might wish myself far away, Except for what comes next... A month of pussy willows, a green mouse ear or...

  • The Male Dog, a Poem
    4

    The Male Dog, a Poem

    22 months ago

    I've fostered a few dogs, lately... mutts with shady attitudes, or unfortunate habits- hard to break, Copper, a beagle, pug, chihuahua mix, a perfect storm of beagle belling (a startling noise), was my first...

  • Queen of Trailer Trash
    14

    Queen of Trailer Trash

    22 months ago

    poem

  • Journeys of my Soul, a Book from Livia Augustus
    11

    Journeys of my Soul, a Book from Livia Augustus

    2 years ago

    If you don't want to learn anything, then put this book down. Ha! I'll bet half of you are already back to your mindless trivium, namely that box you all watch, or that facebook, where no one has the time to read the...

  • predictions, a poem
    4

    predictions, a poem

    3 years ago

    You can predict Spring and Fall as mud, and be right; tail-ends, novelettes between the great works of dark and light... Even now, in April you can look out the Kitchen window, and see the dragon's teeth...

  • Application of Kittens
    8

    Application of Kittens

    2 years ago

    For sorrow unanswerable Apply kitten firmly to breast, hear the soothing purr, and know that your very self is enough.... no money, or looks, or wit or style needed.... Kitten also works for cases of...

  • Untouchables
    21

    Untouchables

    2 years ago

    I call, annoyed at having to repeat myself... she collapses right before me. I lean into her fur that smells like the sun, and croon my love, my gratitude... I know she can't stand to be held- wild dog, snow...

  • Cloudy Days, a Poem
    11

    Cloudy Days, a Poem

    2 years ago

    A bolus of light shines weakly- watercolored yellow... fitful... bird hangs upside down on the seed bell, earnestly tapping out his hunger- green powdered chiffon hangs, pocked with teardrops from random gods-...

  • coil
    3

    coil

    2 years ago

    the snake wraps round and round no where to go names called.... shut ups coiled tightlly, dreaming of institutions of insanity but they were just fooling with all my money- i walked in- the fool i always...

  • Anyway
    10

    Anyway

    2 years ago

    I love people who can't carry a tune, but sing anyway, I love people who can't dance, but dance anyway, I love people who can't run, but trot down the road anyway, I love people who can't paint, but put...

  • Pave Diamonds
    3

    Pave Diamonds

    2 years ago

    Pave diamonds appear in just that degree or two between freezing, and melting. every step is God in his might beautiful, painful to the naked eye... I see my trailing shadow- long hair and lowered head, ...

  • Taking a Runner
    4

    Taking a Runner

    2 years ago

    Mass in front of her stomach... 239.00 for euthanasia, no cremation. Kevorkian comes in, wrenches out Athena's paw- white knuckled... shaves her leg; and plunges the pink liquid in. Athena screams in...

  • Tears not Shed
    14

    Tears not Shed

    2 years ago

    Tears not shed, no bitter song rises from the ground to sing of days slipped by... spring hides crounched underneath the snow- we find new heart, new strength, rising.... life sap burgeoning, no time...

  • Things I've Learned in California, a Poem
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    Things I've Learned in California, a Poem

    3 years ago

    People here try to repel wildlife. I think they do. California is peopled with fake rocks, like some sort of Oompa Loompa land. Gophers are much smaller than marmots. From time to time, a merchant...

  • Glittering Beast
    5

    Glittering Beast

    22 months ago

    Homeless, black clack black clack sandals passing black eye duennas head clanging of heatstroke... sweat of fear grief and molecules of loser dust all over me... the L.A. blue sky is a lie. So is the...

  • Amento, A poem
    3

    Amento, A poem

    3 years ago

    We scream and fight here, a telemundo ... a passion play, but hearts are gold, good solid beans and rice, Even the dogs fight here, unable to hold back the wild- the pitbull, the scent of blood sets the...

  • An Alaskan in California 3
    4

    An Alaskan in California 3

    3 years ago

    Well, the gratuitous kindnesses are over, the rides are over,(almost), and I've found myself sitting at Bus stops for long periods of time wondering what the hell I did,(leaving Alaska). I called my friend Gail up...

  • An Alaskan in California-2
    5

    An Alaskan in California-2

    3 years ago

    Hi Folks! It's Lily from Alaska, landed here in Santa Clarita. I went for a job interview yesterday, and got it, but my phone was not programmed correctly, so I missed the call back. My friend Adiz picked me up,...

  • An Alaskan  in California, an Essay
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    An Alaskan in California, an Essay

    3 years ago

    Hi folks. Here I am, Lily from Wasilla, Alaska, landed in Santa Clarita Valley, Cali. That's how they say California here. Lots of sad stuff happened in Alaska, and it's a long tale, but it's over now, and my house is...

  • Shaved Dog, a Poem
    5

    Shaved Dog, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Sky so blue it's blind tuberose blooming at night... stucco dreams Athena goes to Hollywood! and I am storing up the heat like a human battery and dissolving my sorrow and sin like jello in water and...

  • Savor Your Freedom
    4

    Savor Your Freedom

    3 years ago

    Wish on a rootless mustard seed, weightless dandelion fluff, separate yourself from your day night day. be free, chew your own paws off, sixteen hours, spent rolling in creek mud with the dogs, done too...

  • Dementia, a poem
    4

    Dementia, a poem

    3 years ago

    Great names, riches, rank, laughable, no lock or key keeps out bedlam... Moses, Augustus.. Caractacus... no distinction will be made. Father Mother, Brother, Friend, attachment will not save you, or them, ...

  • The Sun Break Dances, a Poem
    6

    The Sun Break Dances, a Poem

    3 years ago

    How much more can one soul be straightened? One walks close to walls like nuns at eventide, to keep the floor from creaking... all noise muffled and leveled down... But to be let loose today, the sun...

  • The Last Poem From the Place
    6

    The Last Poem From the Place

    3 years ago

    I cannot lie, or rewind time to fit the thing. Two pups will have lived their lives with me... Father's ashes must be spread and Ursula's too. I came a roaring Lioness, and leave much closer to the...

  • Just Clearing My Throat, a Poem
    5

    Just Clearing My Throat, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Battersea, Bonobos, chimp, Angel, angle, proffered, Terrace, Tunisia, Tulip, (red and white), Reverence, Renoir, Reformation, Claudius, coracle, Caligula, Demeter, depth, despair, ...

  • Synchronic Change, a Poem
    1

    Synchronic Change, a Poem

    3 years ago

    I lose a home, I get offered a home. Have to be in by the 1rst. Have to leave the other by the 30th. Interesting. Thank you, Universe, I MEAN GOD. I will be brought in for questioning. To receive another...

  • A Knockdown, Dragout Dustup, a Poem
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    A Knockdown, Dragout Dustup, a Poem

    3 years ago

    From off the dusty road I drag my old poor car, sticking my tongue out on the hills- helping her up the humps... catch up on stuff... Ooohhh, A letter from Hubpages! Your" The stars sing to me"...

  • The Stars Sing to Me, a Poem
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    The Stars Sing to Me, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Euclid, embrace me, warmly, Brother... all our paths so cleanly posed... even the shipwrecked might know where they stand in this world... by simply looking up; we never look up. I, like the Polynesians, ...

  • The Swallows of Solstice, a Poem
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    The Swallows of Solstice, a Poem

    2 years ago

    This poem is not republishable? It's my poem. Why can't I show it?

  • Already, a Poem
    6

    Already, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Already, I lay down for you. and listen to your playlist; watch your shows. never get a word in edgewise. The whirlwind showed up. mildly illegal, I think... Chaos, devil driven, sex and smoking...

  • Winter's Poem
    2

    Winter's Poem

    3 years ago

    I'll let the season die, gently on my shoulders, watch the sun speed quick away from this corner of the world... I'll not mourn the leaves; they fell green in to my heart- unspoiled by times hand... Later,...

  • On a Plate, a Poem
    8

    On a Plate, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Alright Monaghan- handed me my ass back on a plate, but I've been in the Big Apple, subways and high heels, stinking homeless veer out of brownstone cabbie smog- and bastard orators on every train.. ...

  • Burnt Blue, a Poem
    4

    Burnt Blue, a Poem

    14 months ago

    skies burnt blue- steely gray vanishing as day progresses... we, the Moles, squint and wonder at the strength of the Sun, which we've done without these many months... somehow undeserving, or just...

  • Upheaval, a Poem
    12

    Upheaval, a Poem

    3 years ago

    The Old Homestead sold. take only what you can carry, take only what's important; Tell me, how do you take chickadee upside down on a highbush cranberry? eerie winter sun laying it's flat rays down ...

  • Chiseled Soul, a Poem
    8

    Chiseled Soul, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Ingrained, in granite, soapstone, my Mother's will. intent on making caveman marks on the earth's womb, grinding, leveling, sanding, turned from side to side, old walrus spring forth, and child owls too- ...

  • Suction Cups, a Poem
    8

    Suction Cups, a Poem

    3 years ago

    The pretty pill slides down my old throat, down the hatch without a scratch... an alien nation of friends to supplicate, duplicate, be the same as- happy, happy, happy! all I must do is what ...

  • Sorrow, Be Still, a Poem
    7

    Sorrow, Be Still, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Sorrow, unwilling guide, commend thyself to me, commend me to the four corners of the earth, Sorrow, unwanted guide, hold me in this solemn vow- do not release me til I have done my utmost, and then, ...

  • Words of the Kingfisher, a Poem
    8

    Words of the Kingfisher, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Hold our souls to brief sun, Dragonfly snatches mosquitos under our chins... Let's travel the overgrown path down to the creek, to gather wild lobelia, and lift our spirits on yellow water lily, ...

  • Don't Tread on Me, a Poem
    4

    Don't Tread on Me, a Poem

    3 years ago

    Save your breath to cool your porridge, The word can't may be used, but will never be obeyed. I came out kicking and screaming, and I'll go out the same way. If words are subject to anything, then...

  • Wild Pig Bamboo, a Poem
    18

    Wild Pig Bamboo, a Poem

    3 years ago

    His hair was as long as a lullaby, and we left the well traveled roads to others not so brave; Winding up on wild pig trails, reddish loam like rusted blood sun filters thru bamboo green, a color newer...

  • The Bare Text
    13

    The Bare Text

    3 years ago

    Kill the "I", she'd say, But Ma, "I"m in it... she shakes her head... I see her ghost clear as glass, shaking her head "But "I" is my favorite person! She snorts- It...

  • gray-black
    5

    gray-black

    3 years ago

    all the words erased over and over and over dionysius, visit these fingers don't shatter the back window like last time levitate me over the glass and all the other brokeness i can't breathe in here kurt...

  • Weathering Window, a Poem
    4

    Weathering Window, a Poem

    3 years ago

    How rain falls gentle down the jaw, no longer narcissus and wild rose cast slim daggars or desire but the elephant in the room no one can explain. Merrick on display. pearl-handled derringer rings of those...

  • Abuse, a Poem
    20

    Abuse, a Poem

    14 months ago

    Have your self a nice little cigarette- stop the trembling and the tears... the screaming freezes my mind every time. Get home. pretend to be happy; have yourself a nice little cigarette.. have yourself a...

  • Whatever it Takes, (To Make You Laugh), a Poem
    3

    Whatever it Takes, (To Make You Laugh), a Poem

    4 years ago

    I troll POF, not for dates, but to correct guys spelling. As you can imagine... it's not appreciated from someone who "Jus wnat sum pusy." I reply... "Sarah, what's wrong?" I titter...

  • Quasars, Moons and Stars, a Poem
    3

    Quasars, Moons and Stars, a Poem

    4 years ago

    The earthbound mortal walks away. (not very far) from her cabin, and looks up, percieves quasars points of light, meteors in Persius, bending toward earth, if just a little... confounded by the...

  • Hellabore and Hemlock, a Poem
    6

    Hellabore and Hemlock, a Poem

    4 years ago

    Hate. stand, spitting, foaming. little man. you forgot to wash down the hellabore with hemlock. let more en lightened ones, (not me) show you down unlighted paths, yearning for the stars to call your...

  • Due to the High Cost of Ammo, (No Warning Shot Will be Fired)
    4

    Due to the High Cost of Ammo, (No Warning Shot Will be Fired)

    4 years ago

    Hi, Folks. My Name is Lily Staats, and I live in Wasilla, Alaska, the birthplace of Sarah Palin, and Silent George. I knew Silent George a lot better than Palin. He was our neighbor on Knik. When I got to know him, he...

  • Totalis, a Poem
    9

    Totalis, a Poem

    4 years ago

    Scrying glass whipped by storm tears, deep within... even a gesture brings news, for all our worn out holes the eyes? get hit enough the eyes turn inwards. But, oh, such vision!, direct your eyes...

  • Stumblewood, a poem
    4

    Stumblewood, a poem

    4 years ago

    Aghast, this deeply in the dark, who could find that stream of clarity that light, once again? I am the muttering Rockefeller of this room, but what good is that when all my words fly the wind? A mean game...

  • Halos, a Poem
    8

    Halos, a Poem

    4 years ago

    Stars in your hair like you don't care, brilliant points of light play about your head, you feel no dread, no sorrow, no hate, only light.. no dark chapter, no hidden evil I can count the angels ...

  • August Summer, a Poem
    10

    August Summer, a Poem

    4 years ago

    All the other Augusts, have been upended, the heatwaves radiate from the Butte, the wet mulching of leaves has not even begun..., I tramp the hobbit land, directly surrounding the sun, as all things seem...

  • A Better Lover
    11

    A Better Lover

    14 months ago

    I've not dared, to answer friends or even look at things: The roaring bear of poetry comes forth; I speak in tongues... My only true soul tears, rips, eviscerates, everything, then observes...

  • Collecting Flowers
    7

    Collecting Flowers

    4 years ago

    The sun holds our steps in brightness, as dragonfly snatches mosquitos under our chins, Hy up, Athena! To the creek! where we gather wild lobelia, and strange brown starflowers, Bottlebrush that smells...

  • The Hollow of God's Palm, a Poem
    7

    The Hollow of God's Palm, a Poem

    6 months ago

    Light does not enter in to the hollow of God's hand, the rain and cold came, unceasing, what Summer ever meant did not come here. a handful of days- early on, forgotten, already, bells chime no more, ...

  • You Have Dug Me Out, a Poem
    2

    You Have Dug Me Out, a Poem

    14 months ago

    I am no fire, but honest earth, yet you have dug me out, (Egocentricity intact) I am a mole, blinking in the sun. My only treasure are friends who, wittingly take up the word, and uncover gleaming...

  • Fetch Starfire, a Poem
    9

    Fetch Starfire, a Poem

    3 years ago

    fetch starfire from dying sun and pull the shadow from the geese flying, and the eagle right behind them- Fetch the sweetest song of robin always a worm in the mouth going to feed the endless gob of...

  • Weightless Treasures, a Poem
    8

    Weightless Treasures, a Poem

    4 years ago

    All my money goes to my dog, or my Brother, I deride myself for my shabby settings but, in my heart of hearts, I can't live any other way... sure, I dream of a new couch, or dining set, my fingers...

  • The Essence, a Poem
    4

    The Essence, a Poem

    5 years ago

    We wrangle, dispute, over the shape of the Universe, Did Euclid see, gliding there in the night sky the God of Reason? What now, can we discover? is it the shape of things seen, or unseen- that...

  • September. a Poem
    8

    September. a Poem

    5 years ago

    The last blessing pours out on us, illumines every cranberry leaf, every spider web... leaves scroll dank and particolored in every hue- yellow, orange, tequila sunrise, sunset, sun sets, sets slowly, gilding...

  • My Strange Childhood in Alaska, Installment 4
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    My Strange Childhood in Alaska, Installment 4

    17 months ago

    A lot of things happen in Alaska that rarely happen anywhere else, altho that has changed a bit these days with horrific earthquakes in Japan, and sunamis in many other countries, as well, as California earthquakes too,...

  • My Strange Childhood in Alaska, Installment 3
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    My Strange Childhood in Alaska, Installment 3

    5 years ago

    You know, one thing my parents allowed, night or day, was reading. Well, you know where I took that. I'd read throughout the midnight sun, and wrangle the last of those pages, light or not. I read Tolstoy, (who I...

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