poetry

Everlasting Love

Tue, 14 Sep 2010 12:12:21 +0100

Through time and space

As hate picks up its pace

I crave instead the thought

Of everlasting love

Demonstrating an appetite for

caring, sharing and understanding;

everlasting love has just

the right feel

For how can you desire

Goodwill towards me

If in your heart you

Refuse to let me be

To enjoy a beautiful sunrise

Full of hope for a brighter day;

The sun guiding my way

Never faltering just to save face

Keeping me desirous

to stay in this race

Each dazzling day inevitably bringing

About a truly beautiful close

as daylight fades into night

And life’s cycle moves you

deeper into time with each

Experience indelibly leaving

Something behind

Yet your love remains strong

Not based on judgments, recrimination,

Nor hate; love and understanding

is a better fate

When will we all acquire

this beautiful trait and

experience this life without the

Violence and hate

Seek yea all the desire

To care and live your life

With love and flare

Serenity and Clarity

Mon, 16 Aug 2010 13:39:31 +0100

"God grant me the Serenity

to accept the things I cannot change;

Courage to change the things I can;

and Wisdom to know the difference

People are deceitful because

truth does not matter;

when they start believing

the lies they tell themselves,

they believe everybody is as gullible

but they fail to recognize that

just like the clear windows they

look out onto the world from,

perceptive people are able

to see through them.

Some people believe that

if they do not tell you certain things

about themselves you aren’t able to see

(through actions) who they really are

but fail to recognize that

who they are surfaces in what

they say and do.

Some people are blinded by illusions

thinking you can not draw

relevant conclusions;

some people live in their self-imposed

darkness where they stumble along

unable to find their way,

grabbing on to your hand

in an effort to lead you astray.

Truth is the answer

but so says the Bible

the world hears not truth

and in my experiences

I have found that to be true;

with that understanding

you recognize deceitful people

do not have a clue

and the best that you can do is

accept what is and

change what can be changed

or simply walk away.

Clarity comes through

but only when you want it to;

and for those you want it for

that clarity came, but not to my door

it’s amazing and all too clear

when understanding is so near

I’m glad my wings were angel’s wings

strong enough to carry me through

all the wicked things

that life brings

for I have had to face this world

alone and have survived

and now I thrive

not on what should be,

could be, or will be but on what is

I survive, I thrive and I rise

Compassion

Tue, 13 Jul 2010 12:31:30 +0100

This poem was written shortly after Haiti crumbled. Six months later and these words are even more meaningful because six months later not much has changed.

Haiti crumbled under the big rumble

The earth shook and buildings tumbled

Thousands dead, people sad,

money flowed, giving hope

to those left standing

Yet in the midst of catastrophe,

Some people found it easy to corrupt

What others genuinely

Demonstrated as compassion

Misappropriating funds

Making illegal runs to capture

children for immoral fun

Like Georgia roaches scurrying in the grass

Many came to lend a helping hand

While others had their own agenda planned

Compassion did not last, just a front for kindness

The attitudes were indeed timeless

As real concern ended for the masses

Little kids were being snatched up the fastest

Leaving those left homeless to fend for themselves;

The rainy season blew in dampening not

only the land, but spirits as well.

I am disgusted by the turn of events,

People using tragedy to take what they want

Not following rules, hoping no one can read the clues

As they hide behind compassion just to do the wrong

They do in true contemptuous fashion

Summertime

Fri, 02 Jul 2010 11:18:48 +0100

My mind is distracted

From all the

negativity

That seems to

bound me;

Rude people

Constantly showing

Their lack of

Connection to

Reality is beginning

To take a toll on me

As I sit here attempting

To stay positive, I closed

My eyes and visions of

Summertime danced

Through my head

Summertime

Fluffy white clouds

Floating across the sky

Trees fully graced

With new growth

Joggers out for their

Morning run

Trying to avoid

The heat of the

Afternoon sun

Not to be slighted

Children are

Extremely excited

As they swing

through

The air without

a care

Or climb the

Jungle gym

That has been sitting

Waiting for them

All around the

Sights and sounds

Of summertime;

The joy it seems

To bring

As winter’s starkness

And spring’s rebirth

moves smoothly

towards hot days,

short nights and

summertime delights

Running Shoes

Sat, 26 Jun 2010 15:49:37 +0100

My daughter has an interesting way of looking at the world. Sometimes from a dark perspective her words are often cloaked in hidden meanings which make you search for truth - but once you see clearly, truth is there.

When I first read this poem, I did not have a clue but once it was broken down to me, I knew her words were true. Bits and pieces of the whole eventually takes a toll.

In today's society, bits and pieces are all that matter because the real objective is simply "booty calls" - what a waste of time and energy.

running shoes
By Dawn

w/ so many to choose from ~

none wanting

other than legs ~

nothing is left for me

to stand on.

piecing out ~

only portions,

cuz the whole

has learned not to give ~

and in return,

moons with running shoes,

sweaty dreams and

self-scented pillows

infusing the emptiness.

A New Beginning

Fri, 25 Jun 2010 13:16:03 +0100

People out walking

Aimlessly about

Having very little clout

In the things taking

A toll on their lives

Just hoping

their unemployment

Timely arrives

Unemployment, sky high

Makes you wonder why

In this time of need

Those put in a position

To lead, choose instead

To impede a new direction

Still sending kids off to war

Not even sure what for

Waiting for bad news

To knock on your door

Through it all

And in the end

Remember

When one journey

Ends, another

Begins.

Don’t sit around

in shock

Take stock,

grab control

And move on

down the road

Control

Mon, 28 Jun 2010 13:02:22 +0100

If truth be told

Control is a bold

Endeavor to undertake

Some people take

Control as their

Mission in life

Attempting to control

Their husband or their wife

Or anybody else they come

In contact with

Ripe with rules,

That only causes strife

They seek to control

Your every thought

If only they could do that

Gain power over

Your soul just to keep

You present

In the midst of their

Private little world

While some people,

Thinking they are God

Attempt to restrict

The movements of

An entire race

Throwing negativity

All up in your face

Wondering maliciously

How to pick up the pace

To destroy in haste

Your individuality

Thinking by doing so

Lessens your mentality

When all is said and done

Instead of putting a damper

On someone else’s fun

Control yourself!!

Tea Party Madness

Mon, 21 Jun 2010 13:41:55 +0100

When the Tea Party Movement was picking up momentum last year, I wrote this poem. I was ashamed of how this group reacted and a little angry with the attitudes I saw them display. Though I have not seen them in the news acting out lately, I'm sure the attitude has not changed.

Any group showing as much animosity towards the President of the United States of America should be considered on some levels traitorous. Freedom of speech is one thing, veiled as well as, blatant threats of violence against the President is something totally different.

Tea Party Madness

It is plain to see the hate that flourishes

Written on these signs that are notorious

As people protest health care reform

They have stepped up to what has been the norm

Hate, name calling and vulgarity

Electing a black man was a rarity

But to stoop so low as to spit on and call

Representatives niggers while visually

Threatening to pull a trigger is a disgrace

To the human race and those carrying

The signs should be doing some time

Freedom of expression is one thing but to make

A visual threat against a man for taking a stand

Should be against the law but instead encouragement

Is given and these protesters become more and more raw

I am appalled by the contagiousness of this group

In their deceptive maneuvers and outrageous behaviors

One thing for me has become abundantly clear

Racism still divides this great nation and that is

The only thing holding back this piece of legislation

Right now I am so angry at the lies that have taken place

The hatred all up in my face that is picking up the pace

Towards a violent end based on skin that these protesters

Are attempting to illicit

By carrying signs designed to promote

The use of a weapon, signs which shout

the desire to end this debate with violence simply

By pulling the trigger on the nigger that proposes to help

The needy this has become all too seedy

I am deeply offended

By this racist turn of events;

can hate really cause

This legislation being rescinded

While they claim to be

the voice of the people

They are not my voice

for I see them as pure evil

The Gift of Non-Invisibility

Sun, 20 Jun 2010 14:11:15 +0100

the gift of non-invisibility
By Dawn

I have a friend who

Constantly finds herself

in a position to nurse

the wounds inflicted

by time upon the living soul.

she does not do this

without frailty

and wonders why

the sky cries continually

into her fractured cup.

it is her gift, I say.

as for mine, what good is

the soul of un-read verse?

how does a heart that bleeds

invisible ink bring about healing?

time is my gift, each dawn

a pretty wrapping,

I say, as i scribble my name

into the colors of the sunrise,

without apology or timidity,

because I (have to) believe

that somewhere, someone

is waiting for my poem;

somewhere, there’s

a reader who needs

to hear what I need to write;

someone who can decipher

my pain, my joy, where I cannot,

and take it into the folds

of her abrasions, using my

blood and tears to heal her.

in, this way, giving of the self,

no one is invisible;

it is all I have to give.

Addictions In The Dark

Thu, 17 Jun 2010 12:36:39 +0100

I love this poem written and published by my daughter. It brings such a sadness to my soul as though I have lived this life. For me she captures the depth of grief and sorrow of this life - a sorrow that touches many in different ways but sorrow nonetheless. I cry a tear for that sorrowful life but know that I, like you, must keep moving forward.

Addictions In The Dark
By Dawn

hang on to this:

in the time it takes

to confess your darkness,

you have already been

exposed to the light.

I wish, from my soul,

from my womb,

that I could give you

the sun, but…

it is entirely up to you

to attain shine…

it cannot be given,

no matter how much

i may wish to give it.

believe that no crutch

can carry you to

answered questions,

though many will

successfully disguise the sky.

frailty is a whisper

better left unheard,

like the demons that speak in shadows;

a mirror casts warped reflections

of self when brutally cracked.

and yes, there is a sadness

inherent to being a woman;

what is it that kills that pretty

young girl inside each of us?

tomorrows will always be scary,

as long as the clock continues to tick

and struggles remain the silence

between each tock; fill them,

my love, with faith.