Monthly Archive for March, 2010

By Richard James

It was a blind love…

…a love over all

I didn’t have the strength to resist her call…

…or even her rush, “Wow!” most of all.

Should have known I’d take a fall.

Snow covered mountains; you know what I mean…

…that girl turned me into a fiend.

She had me running, chasing her down,

even picking and pecking on the ground.

When I was young if only I could see,

just what that girl was doing to me.

Seventeen years of miserythat’s what she gave to me.

Seventeen years of miserythat bitch took advantage of me.

Cocaine

By Jennifer Bleeker

There is no written guarantee.

And things that happened yesterday,

Belong to history.

I cannot predict the future,

I cannot change the past.

I have just the present moment,

I must treat it as my last.

I must use the moments wisely,

For it will soon pass away.

And be lost to me forever,

As part of yesterday.

I must exercise compassion,

Help the fallen to their feet.

Be a friend unto the friendless,

Make an empty life complete.

The unkind things I do today,

May never be undone.

And friendship that I fail to win,

May never more be won.

I may not have another chance

On bended knee to pray,

And I thank God with humble heart,

For giving me this day.

By William K. Harter

Also, by the mailbox, you’re hidden again.

But on the rest of my walk, there you are in view.

I first realized that you were there last summer—

You’re the tallest tree in that wooded area.

I wondered, I could not tell, were you evergreen

Or would I have to look soon upon branches bare?

And maybe wonder what color autumn would bring?

I must admit—how crippled, deformed, I see you—

So Lop-sided, all your branches on your South side

Until almost the top, then your crown becomes full,

And so I wonder what caused all this imperfection.

Was it the wind, a forest fire, some crippling disease?

I wonder what story, what advise you’d give me.

You remind me of myself, too imperfect,

As I walk this dark world of sin, hate, rebellion—

I see myself like you, lopsided, faulty views,

Struggling to go forward, crowded out by others,

Yet, like you, evergreen, always pushing onward,

Ever realizing we must strive to improve.

By Samuel Jean Baptiste

We walked, and talked,

Walked and talked,

Underneath the grapefruit sky

and wondered why, how, from

Whence came such beautiful

Leaves, fallen,

Under a forlorn tree.

Those leaves you said, are a

Colorfully burning deep

Orange-red.

I called it sublime,

While my eye caught yours,

And yours caught mine.

And we walked in beauty,

Past that forlorn tree,

Upon burning beds of orange-red

Underneath that grapefruit sky.