Poetry

Uncertainty

Opinions blasting

Swirling

Into a hurricane

Sources that claim

Truth

Disproved the next day

Insults flying

Flung

With abandon

Who can you trust

Who can you believe

Uncertain times

Call

For uncertain replies

This is only

ONE

that I can trust

 

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Poetry

Results

Months

Of scheduling, waiting, fearing, praying

Hours

Of prepping, nausea, pain, cramping

Minutes

Of waiting, signing, consenting

Seconds

Of relief, clear results, the promise of a future

 

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Poetry

Haiku: Cling

The world is crumbling

Disease, Hatred, Suffering

I will cling to You.

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Poetry

“Identity” (Eugi’s Weekly Prompt)

Today’s poem was written in response toEugi’s Weekly Prompt (Click the link; Join the fun):

 

Identity

What Is My Identity

But A Face

That Only Some Will Get to See

A Facade

That Often Goes Unseen

What If

This Face is the Only

Identity

You Ever Get to See of Me?

 

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Poetry

“Or”

A Blooming Love,

Or just another Shakespearean tragedy?

Something solid and real,

Or just a dream that blows away the leaves?

Leaf

*This is something I wrote back in high school and recently found when going through my old writing notebooks.

What goodies or oldies have you found in your own writing note books?

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Poetry

Freedom Rang…

Freedom Rang in 1776 when the United States declared its independence (#IndependenceDay)

Freedom Rang in 1863 when Lincoln addressed the public after the battle at Gettysburg speaking out against slavery and promoting unity

Freedom Rang in 1865 when the 13th Amendment was passed, finally abolishing slavery (#Juneteenth #FreedomDay)

Freedom Rang in 1920 when women gained the right to vote with the 19th amendment

Freedom Rang in 1944 when the Allies landed in Normandy on D-Day

Freedom Rang in 1967 when interracial marriage was no longer criminalized

Freedom Rang in 2001 when neighbors rose up to help one another after the terrorist attacks on the Twin Towers

Freedom Rang when the first black president, Obama, was elected in 2009

Freedom Rings today in 2020 as our nation reflects on our past. It is not perfect, it is far from it, but it reveals a growing trend toward equality, toward growth, toward maturity. In society’s current “hatred” of the past, let us not forget the progress our nation has made. Let us learn from the errors of those who have come before us without forgetting the good they accomplished.

Let freedom continue to ring out in celebration of a better future; a future that is not built on hate but on growth, understanding, and learning. Let freedom ring in a nation under God.

Poetry

Howl

A howl shatters the calm of night

Birds caw, taking flight

He is not hunting,

Rather, he’s searching

For his mate, the other half of his heart

 

Another howl echoes across the silence

Slicing through the thick and dense

Fog, but it goes on and on without

Acknowledgement and he begins to doubt

His mate, the other half of his heart

 

Last howl breaks and cracks

Dwindling away into the black

Of the dark and unforgiving night

He understands the depth of his plight

He has lost his mate, the other half of his heart

Howl

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Poetry

Empty

Empty Desks

Crowded bins

Stacked with papers

Never returned

Empty Chairs

Silent Room

Filled with voices

Of the past.

When school let out for #COVID we all truly thought we would come back before the end of the school year… This was something I wrote when I accepted that was not going to happen.

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Poetry

Hopeful Hallways

Hope

I can feel it

In the way that

Their eyes smile beyond their masks

Their laughter still permeates the air

The calls of “happy summer”

And “See you in the Fall”

Lockers clang shut

Footfalls fade down the hall

Schools out, falling silent

While hope lingers in the air

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Poetry

Broken Time

HATRED

So ingrained into our society

Our media

Our conversations

The world is ticking

tick

tick

Ticking

Begging for change

Begging for revolution!

Tear Gassed Eyes

Rubber bullet wounds

Broken Windows

Cars aflame

Store Owners blood

Spilling across pavement

Tick

Tick

Ticking

So much violence

Hatred,

Closed ears

Shut-off hearts

Tick

Tick

Ticking

 

What would happen if we could open our ears for a moment?

What would it be like if we thought of all life as being precious?

To want to celebrate both African American lives

and the lives of our police officers?

What would it be like to find that middle ground?

What if we could stop the

Tick

Tick

Ticki—

 

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