Biography of Lisa Rhodes
Graduated Sarah Lawrence College, MFA Poetry 1999.
Mercy College, B.A. Journalism,1999, St. Thomas Aquinas College, B.A. Communications 1989. Published in Journal of Poetry Therapy, Footsteps, Poetry Motel, Obsidian III, Poetry Forum, AIM Magazine, WRKL Radio, Left Jab.
Lisa Rhodes Poems
When We Make Love
When we make love Let’s do it again, again and again… Softly caress my lips, gently Touch my eyes with your
A Morning In Paradise
In the scissor star cut morning, the sleeping ocean gently awakens from brilliant appollion sun rays;
When Do The Wedding Bells Ring
This year won’t presumably pass Without you letting me know Just when the wedding bells Ring for us.
The Kibeho Slaughterhouse
The Rwandan battle front drowned into a red sea: a private shooting gallery where government troops
Be Gentle When You Touch Me
I have conquered you and made you mine. You have come forward and told me that you want me; You have succumbed to your egocentric masculine need to lie In bed with me, no fears, no strings, no tears
Paris in the morning- The blushed morning sky Touched the sidewalk. Paris Loving itself through each
A Kentucky girl, alone & cozy warms her nerves under the hand dryer. It’s summer. The bus station bathroom is small; a mirror
For The Sake Of Children
If we could lessen the noose Around Russia's throat— Leaven the loaves of wheat back Now
Stopping At Lovers Lane
Can you see The white edge Of sand crawling along The beach like a cool smoky
For The Man Who Loves Me From Afar
You watch over me like the succulent sun Warming, protecting, encompassing my dreaming With good sensations reaming from your body at night Glowing godly tall as a skyscraper beaming
Remembering you… Remembering…remembering… The crash of leaves waking Morning in my arms like
Phantom Limb Syndrome
Waiting inside her phantom limb Throbbing for recognition, She needs a massage From strong hands
The Last Days Of Vacation
My golden arched feet lay in the strong red baked clay simmering sun. I am fearless of being burned, and taken
I Glorify Myself
in the heat from the sun. How glorious I feel the fetus dancing within my womb-
A Kentucky girl,
alone & cozy warms her nerves
under the hand dryer. It’s summer.
The bus station bathroom is small; a mirror
hangs on the wall. Outside there is
the San Francisco air & sights.
A long white t-shirt covers her large hips
like the shirts my body clung to when my buttocks