Category Poetry

Children All

Children All ~~~~~ All poems are poems for children, Whatever we think they’re about. Children all are born to be poets, Dream alive a mother’s heartbeat. Until they’re lost to ones, naughts. Percussive, staccato rhythms that Write verse about shoulds, oughts, Starve us with the feckless bounty, Our personal flickering blue idols. We, who write, […]

Can You Tell Me?

Can You Tell Me? ~~~~~ How can we in any way feel proud Of the genocide of one people and The enslavement of another people? Both groups represent many tribes. As we all do, though we name them Other, nations, lands, areas or clans. Yet, all of us people before any other Thought, consideration, name, […]

It’s Bizarre

It’s Bizarre ~~~~~ Picking a guitar string, What to eat for dinner, There is a funny thing May be fatter, thinner. Like fingering or capo You grow shorter, then You change shape, oh. Not where you begin. Like this instrument, You stay who you are. New you is your intent. Inside not; it’s bizarre. ~~~~~ […]

Sad to See

Sad to See ~~~~~ I do not know if I have anything To write or say that matters at all. Better to have me write than sing .Sad to see as birds from trees fall. ~~~~~ Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment ~~~~~ Please, leave a comment and let […]

Circle of Joy

Circle of Joy ~~~~~ Beat the log, the tree, Your head, looking For sound and rhythm. Imitate the birds, The beasts you love and fear. Find another sound To join voice and drum. Hold tight the vine. Pluck, drag the bone Across the surface. Find the one That seems to know How to shape the […]

Reach Inside

Reach Inside ~~~~~ The fiddle strings Reach inside me, Find a place they Have always known. As I see The tapping feet The nodding heads I think I’m with Others of which This could be said. It sings in my heart. It hums through My bones and skull, Sending forth other Times and faces. I […]

In the Meantime

In the Meantime ~~~~~ I will write you a masterful painting; And paint you a most intriguing story. I will crawl till I walk, walk till I run. Yet, at times, I can’t what it’s for see. How could I know; where could I go? I have so little to be where I’ve been. When […]