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  • out of the echoing cave

    out of the echoing cave
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    2-2025

    the shards of glass
    from the broken mirror
    pierce the heavy and dark clouds
    causing a turbulent storm
    overwhelming and
    tossing me around without direction
    the invisible wounds have festered for years
    leaking like droplets from a frozen river on a sunny day
    i feel like i am trapped in an echoing cave

    then…

    i see her
    my brave and cherished mother
    a woman who shed her own tears
    sometimes silent
    sometimes wailing
    she harkens me to the edge of the echoing cave
    there…
    she shows me an open window
    an unexpected means of letting go

    Jim Kellogg

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    • Jim, this is such a beautiful poem. I love how in your first stanza you describe the turmoil you felt and how it seemed to trap you inside. When you shift to seeing your mother and finding strength in her strength, it seems like the pain you felt melts away. Thank you for sharing your work!

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  • James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 5 months, 1 weeks ago

    and it came to pass

    and it came to pass
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    12-9-24

    hailed as god among us
    shaking to the carol
    of the drum
    the refugee king
    uprooted
    homeless
    crossing a frontier
    having regal status
    having little status
    ordinary
    simple
    no pomp or circumstance
    who is to honor him
    this poor boy
    celestially chosen
    an easy smile
    a baby – not yet to be known

    James Kellogg

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  • Thank you for your generous words. Love is a mysterious thing.

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  • i have been shaken

    i have been shaken
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    12-2-24
    i have been shaken
    by your trembling breath
    slumbering in my arms
    the melody it makes
    when your heart is at ease
    our bodies intertwined
    our souls harmoniously dancing
    the tune of unadulterated love
    once in a lifetime magic
    tears flow like nature’s uncontrollable fury
    as i read this poem
    i have been shaken

    James Kellogg

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  • Thank you for your kind words.

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  • Thank you so very much.

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  • i see the manger

    i see the manger
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    11-15-24
    (a great day — seeing the manger for the “first” time)

    i see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the broken
    shards of glass
    stuck in their eyes
    blood-red tears streaming down
    their faces

    i see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the refugees
    no place to call home
    just like the holy family
    far beyond
    a strange new world

    i see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the queer
    rainbow blood
    flowing through their veins
    are they a part
    of the covenant

    i see the manager
    through the eyes of…
    the abused
    battered bodies
    battered souls
    battered spirits

    i see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the poor
    the ones without
    i was naked
    i was hungry
    i was sick

    I see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the illiterate
    those who cannot
    for whatever reason
    closed minds
    vulnerable minds

    i see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the “unclean”
    deemed so
    by the plaster prophets
    and the pew warmers
    hypocrites

    i see the manager
    through the eyes of…
    the children
    laughter
    tears
    wonder
    pain

    i see the manager
    through the eyes of…
    the words
    spoken
    sang
    signed
    left unsaid

    i see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the shade of gray
    the in between
    fresh perspectives
    blended thoughts
    the impolitically correct

    i see the manger
    through the eyes of…
    the marginalized
    those on the edge
    no way in
    no way out
    trapped

    i see the manager
    through the eyes of…
    revelation
    shaking with
    sadness
    joy
    hope

    i see the manger
    though the eyes of…
    the mighty counselor
    the son of god
    the everlasting father
    the prince of peace
    god with us

    James Kellogg

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    • James, this is a powerful and moving poem! I am glad that you have created a strong relationship with God that can help see you through life’s challenges and successes. By doing everything with faith and certainty that He is our Savior, we can find true peace. Thank you for sharing this poem!

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  • James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 7 months ago

    i am released from the shark tank

    Hard and painful work have brought me to this point in time — of my journey. Thank you to those who have loved me into being.

    i am released from the shark tank
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    10-21-24

    last night
    i put down
    the stuff –
    the weight on my shoulders –
    following a short respite
    i will try my best
    to leave it there
    it…
    a story of many twisted chapters
    a warning to the masses
    a memorial to a highjacked past
    i am walking again
    the uncertain path
    the mysterious path
    the exquisite path
    one step in front of the other
    i am certain to
    once again
    stumble
    fall
    rest
    regenerate
    but for now
    i am reclaiming
    my emancipation
    from the imaginary chains
    of your twisted and demented desires
    i have removed my portrait
    from the landscapes
    of our shared story
    i will tuck it away
    to keep it safe
    to keep it free
    the past was stolen by you
    the future is mine
    the remanence
    of your insane acts
    for now
    will no longer live in my head
    i have survived
    i have told the story
    i have been believed
    the raindrops of my soul
    water the flowers of a fresh spring
    a growing season
    an awakening
    a thrust forward
    i am released from the shark cage

    James Kellogg

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  • James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 7 months ago

    GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

    get out of my head
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    10-19-24

    tears…
    raindrops of my soul
    offer silent words
    words of…
    pain
    misery
    GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

    thoughts…
    turning gears
    of you
    a weight on my shoulders
    of me
    trapped in the shark cage
    GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

    why can’t i be alone in my thoughts
    why do you always have to invade them
    i’ve peeled back the layers
    the stench of you
    left behind
    makes me shed tears
    an endless spring

    i no longer wish
    to be a kettle boiling over
    i wish
    for comfort and peace
    to allow little boy blue
    to rest
    at ease with his… my… thoughts

    in your countless acts of rape
    you tried to take away my identity
    you created an imbalance of power
    you bound up my dreams
    you held a gun to my head
    who would have believed me
    who will believe me

    they said they were sorry
    sorry for what happened
    they don’t need to be sorry
    you need to wipe-away
    the cloudy skies
    bring my darkness
    into the light

    but…
    you don’t have the guts
    you don’t have the capacity
    you wallow in your own confusion
    …your own sense of misguided despair
    be a man (whatever that means)
    stand-up for what you have done

    GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

    James Kellogg

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  • dearest me

    dearest me
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    10-17-24

    dearest me

    thank you for…
    showing me compassion and clarity
    the gifts of understanding and patience
    aiding me to uncover
    the dirty little secrets
    assisting me to repair the anguish
    (defying language and raising philosophical questions)
    showing kindly regard to my little boy blue –
    my damaged and bewildered little soul –
    helping me to move on by

    your generosity of unconditional love –
    a bottomless well –
    has moved me to hug
    the willow branches of sorrow
    has empowered me to express
    pride in holding my head up high
    has given me bravery to stand-up
    to be heard
    to be counted
    to be understood

    because of you and
    your captivating power
    i have pulled the sharp and jagged knife
    from my hemorrhaging heart
    i have extinguished the blazing fire
    ending the seemingly terminal pain of…
    humiliating shame and
    prosecuted guilt
    i have reclaimed my glorious worth
    gracefully facing the storms of life

    with love,
    me

    James Kellogg

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    • James! This is absolutely amazing! What a beautifully written piece, so vividly describing how you have strongly and bravely faced life’s adversities. It is personal but also relatable. I truly love it. Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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  • James (Jim) Kellogg shared a letter in the Group logo of Mental HealthMental Health group 7 months ago

    crossroads

    crossroads
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    10-15-24

    love is just one loop
    in the emotional
    and mental tapestry
    that makes up
    a romantic connection –
    intimacy
    passion
    commitment –

    let us not forget eros
    love and desire
    the opposite of cupid
    arousal
    getting turned on
    an overpowering craving
    safety
    and vulnerability

    sex is…
    hunger
    energy
    excitement
    openness
    transparency
    a way of giving love
    pleasure trumping performance

    growing apart
    responsibilities
    and commitments
    yanking in opposite directions
    drifting
    juggling
    obligations
    time

    in conflict
    turmoil
    unrelenting
    a few minutes
    not enough
    stuck with the unresolved
    unfinished business
    seeking permission to grieve

    saying goodbye
    looking for courage
    to end it
    to savor it — what was
    looking forward
    phases
    changes
    a rich and varied crossroads

    James Kellogg

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  • Laura, thank you for your kind and generous words.

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  • running in slow motion

    running in slow motion
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    9-30-24

    running in slow motion
    at an exceptionally reduced pace
    toward
    away from
    not content in the middle
    looking back
    with mixed emotions
    hostility
    satisfaction
    looking forward
    with mystery
    a riddle
    a question mark
    creating a kaleidoscope
    black and white
    dazzling hues
    unsteady
    stable
    mirrors and shards of broken glass
    reflecting
    challenging
    creating madness
    birthing sageness

    running in slow motion
    at an exceptionally reduced pace
    closed doors
    barriers and secrets
    open doors
    exploration and opportunities

    James Kellogg

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    • James, uncertainty is a big part of life! That is the beauty of it! Nobody knows exactly what they’re doing, or has everything figured out. Life moves on and we just have to keep moving on with it. Everything will fall into place, don’t stress. We are here with you ♥

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  • my soul sings in silence

    “You’re the song my soul sings in silence every time the world gets too hard to handle.” Tales of Ipsita

    my soul sings in silence
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    7-4-24

    my soul sings in silence
    it may be heard in the hush –
    my lullaby –
    on the breath of the wind
    it intones joy and gratefulness
    like a hummingbird in flight
    quick, vibrant bursts of happiness
    as a tower of bliss
    standing lofty and strong
    i find happiness in small beginnings
    i find gratitude and purpose in minute moments
    my soul sings in silence

    James Kellogg

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  • like waves

    like waves
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    7-30-24

    like waves
    eating away at the shore
    acrid and biting remarks
    ate away at my soul

    their mentions
    caused tremendous erosion
    of my essence
    leaving me little choice but to shy away

    what was less obvious
    to the outsiders
    was the intense and malicious crushing
    of my poetic queer voice –

    the part of myself
    that distinguishes me from others
    sets me apart
    makes me unique –

    how dare they
    presumptuous, brazen, and rude
    leave me
    shocked and full of disdain and anger

    despite their attempts
    to silence me
    i celebrate my voice
    limitless and breathtaking

    James Kellogg

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    • James, I love that you refuse to let your voice be silenced. No one should be made to feel as if they do not have the right to speak their mind. I am so sorry that you’ve had to deal with rude comments from others, but I hope that you have found a place to let your voice be heard, loud and clear! Thank you for sharing your story and inspiring me today!

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  • we're not meant to fight this battle alone

    we’re not meant to fight this battle alone
    By: Jim Kellogg
    (The Queer Poet)
    8-16-34
    for my niece, Malorie, and her legacy, “Malorie’s Place”

    we’re not meant to fight this battle alone
    a tired warrior’s cry
    screaming in silence
    crashing her soul into the world
    battles fought valiantly

    we’re not meant to fight this battle alone
    scared
    confused
    wanting just one more hit
    wanting just one more high

    we’re not meant to fight this battle alone
    the world crashing in
    like the tide against the shore
    eroding the vulnerable sand –
    her escape, her sanctuary

    we’re not meant to fight this battle alone
    she wanted to be saved
    by a regiment of purple winged angels
    in the end
    the battle was fought alone

    James Kellogg

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  • the masks that we wear

    imposter
    concealment
    limiting
    our lives
    our potential
    fear…
    the world will find us out
    public faces
    private faces
    is there anything in between
    how do we negotiate
    rigid expectations
    pressure
    roles
    identify
    release
    overcome

    James Kellogg

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    • James, this is a thought-provoking look into the way we try to fit into the mold society creates for us. We wear masks in order to fit that mold, but really it just limits us. Instead of wearing a mask, I hope we all one day choose to wear our own identities proudly. Thank you for sharing!

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  • My Pride

    my pride is not mine alone

    it belongs to
    those who came before
    the warriors
    the tortured
    the murdered
    our martyrs

    it belongs to
    those who carry the torch
    the advocates
    the trench dwellers
    the foot soldiers
    our people

    it belongs to
    those yet to come
    the unborn queer souls
    the closeted
    the baby gays
    our silent

    our pride is born from

    battles
    shame
    guilt
    silence
    riots
    celebrations

    stories
    coming out
    community
    relationships
    naming
    claiming

    our pride is like
    the sky
    a blanket of many hues
    a place of wonder
    a place where dreams stir
    like the formidable wind

    my pride is not mine alone

    it spans beyond words
    it is much more than symbols
    it reaches far beyond parades
    it is simply greater than…
    it comes from the dancing soul
    sacred, authentic, and creative

    James Kellogg

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    • I love the idea of giving credit to all those who came before you! I agree with this attitude; I am the combination of everyone who has come before me 🙂 I love that your pride involves all the love around you and all the love to come. Thank you for sharing!

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  • hello little one: my little boy blue

    hello little one
    my little boy blue
    exhausted from trying
    trying to fit-in
    trying to be boyish
    trying to be the peacekeeper

    hello little one
    my little boy blue
    exposed to violence
    exposed to instability
    exposed to abuse

    hello little one
    my little boy blue
    a survivor of adversity
    a bouncer back
    a fighter

    hello little one
    my little boy blue
    you made
    i made it
    we made it

    hello little one
    my little boy blue
    we found the strength
    we found peace
    we found the ability to forgive

    hello little one
    my little boy blue
    rest
    dream
    the bogeyman is gone

    James Kellogg

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    • James, this is a wonderful poem. You have been through a lot and I am so proud of you for being able to overcome that. You have become such an amazing person with wise and admirable words to share with the world. You are not alone in what you have experienced, I am sure that many other little boys needed to hear this along with you. I am so glad…read more

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    • Aww, Jim, I am sorry the younger you went through so many difficult moments, and you didn’t get the peace and innocence you deserved. But I am so glad the negativity is now gone. Thank you for sharing and for being part of our Unsealed family. <3 Lauren

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