this is me for you pounding pavement this I do this is me for you this is for the bluebird hanging in the sky this is for the shrew whose habitat survives through pounding on the pavement this is what I do this is me for you in the tales of Dickens compassion resides inContinue reading “the ides of cult”
Category Archives: Activism
The ghouls conspire/ The women gather
The merchants of war but I love the world issue decrees, how it used to be when sycophants plot Continue reading “The ghouls conspire/ The women gather”
Hymn
The only truth that I can see in this thing called history is man’s inhumanity to man and mothers on the outside looking in as their children are taken far too young from their never ending love. Despair is common in this world beset by human sin it is easier to sink and drown thanContinue reading “Hymn”
Channeling Langston Hughes
Exhaustion is my mantra when bullies are deified, and the very word itself is redefined. Let us take a peeler – free the orange from rind, perhaps the hate will dissipate, turning into kind.
Favorite things
The eye of a vireo like Dorothy’s ruby red, when I actually see it my grin opens wide. The carpet newly vacuumed, the dishes put away, the sheets when pulled from dryer, the smell of them laying down. My father’s voice resounding with ‘How great thou art’, my mother’s apple pie, no birthday went without.Continue reading “Favorite things”
Even weeds are useful
When vanity rules the world let humility rise like the vapor from old Faithful, let it rise, let it rise. When cruelty runs amok Let kindness be your guide anywhere, anyhow, give everyone your smile. Mister death may wait outside the garden door, the vulture may soar above eying sorrow here below, the mothers mayContinue reading “Even weeds are useful”
Emergency
The brown babies are threatening grownup men and please, the sorrow that hangs like tinsel upon a Christmas tree weaves into the branches never breaking free – no baby should ever threaten when dementia has taken hold and clings like a cocklebur upon my well-worn clothes. Sing Sweet Honey sing the songs of conscience –Continue reading “Emergency”
Making mischief
There are reasons for doing this, Like a squirrel’s nest, raised high and leafy or a river otter bobbing in mirth, up and down, begging you to join. Or perhaps a cudgel will level spontaneity – ensuring stability or perhaps weariness. Friendship deemed good advice onto a timid brain – don’t let anyone steal yourContinue reading “Making mischief”
Valentine singing on an open sleeve
“Water, water, every where Nor any drop to drink” –Coleridge It is her touch I remember as soft and willowy as a drop of dew. The fingerprint that claims a part of my soul, her touch so soft is what she eats now slipping down without the choke. The vee of geese upon the wing,Continue reading “Valentine singing on an open sleeve”
Lavender women
I give a day of thanks for the ones I cannot equal, leaves of steel falling from this tree – the mighty oak towering, sprung from the smallest acorn, fed by the brownest soil, nutrient rich. brown, black, rich is the source of life, I can never equal them but I can give this dayContinue reading “Lavender women”
Anne's mediocre poetry 