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”
Category Archives: Hope
All in
How do you keep from weeping at the break of an eagle’s wing? Where does your compass take you when the wretched bring you grief? Why would the howling cease when nature is bowdlerized? What can you do when power remains remote to a people ignored? Let me be your port when the sea respondsContinue reading “All in”
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”
Red Yellow Brown
The American beauty rose And a single prick Of blood that flows Marking all the land The male cardinal Everything grand — Sunflower opening And seeking the sun The sun! from Which all living Comes – The canary in The coalmine Will the people Be undone? — A female tweeter Seeking seed The sand BeneathContinue reading “Red Yellow Brown”
The walking blues
Come with me on a trip to bountiful where the trees hide little mysteries. We can move our hips on liberty’s highway a red winged blackbird will shout and up above the owlets gaze while we dance on venom’s grave. Yes! Democracy must ring true while we sway in nature’s view. Our shoes are madeContinue reading “The walking blues”
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”
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”
We the people
Don’t let the wind blow your dreams away. Don’t let the rain bury joy beneath the sea. This land is yours while you circle the sun and fear will never let your heart stray from what you know is the path of common cause – each man’s shoulder waits for a head to rest, eachContinue reading “We the people”
All the world resides
All the world resides in a grain of sand bound to bring discomfort when wet upon the skin. Venomous face whether punched or body slammed the words keep on twitting no breath for the living to catch – it is a feat for ladies mulling over tea. All the world will wash through a grainContinue reading “All the world resides”
Leaning
My shoulder waits if you need to lean, the world too big, the land turned brown, from greener pastures left to dust, that turn your tears into mist, woven like scales upon the toad, oh lean in sister, your song is old. And if your shoulder should wait for me, while mother fades – herContinue reading “Leaning”
Anne's mediocre poetry 