Exclamation Point! I didn’t ask to be like Job, Whose life took a backward thrust, Yet here I am with shredded heart, Arising from the dust, I’ve lost at love one more time, But it will not hold me down, Like a Phoenix I’ll spring into the world, With a smile instead of a frown, […]Read More Exclamation Point!
Choppin’ Cotton A chance for self-respect comes but a few times during a lifetime and I have to seize those moments and choose the way I want to be. Once that decision is stamped indelibly on my heart, there is no turning back, nor would I ever want to change. Long ago as […]Read More Choppin’ Cotton
The Sons of Thunder There were early warning signs that violence was on the way. The two boys were untamed, unfettered, and usually unsupervised. Their mother had disappeared mysteriously, leaving her husband alone with three children. The father refused any help from the community, insisting that the family would work out their own problems. […]Read More Sons of Thunder
As politicians search for more taxes To create great magical dreams in the sky, All that they say and all that they do, Are illusions that are sometimes called lies. In a land far away and a long time ago A farmer and his family lived a peaceful life. He got along with his neighbors […]Read More GOOSE DROPPINGS
DREAMS OF WAR AND DREAMS OF HATE Dreams of wars and dreams of hate, Flow through me at an alarming rate. Is this the calm before the storm, That will ultimately seal our fate? We’ll see! We’ll see! The eye of the hurricane is passing through, Hurry, get inside! The winds are returning for […]Read More DREAMS OF WAR AND HATE
Stephanie She says, “The bluebird of happiness gave her the bird.” Or “life can be peachy or the pits.” She has interesting ways to describe her life. Although some days may be rough, she is tough, And very positive. She wants her primary focus to be family, Kind and loving, Working as a team, Instead […]Read More STEPHANIE
PAGES OF MY JOURNAL INVISiBLE, Page One She doesn’t see me sitting there, She stares and stares at an empty chair. Does the day start too early to catch her eye? What should I do to make her aware of me? Or should I try? My life is made up of distinct pages. […]Read More PAGES OF MY JOURNAL
HARK! WAS THAT A SHOT? I think I heard rifles firing, Shots heard round the world. Then screaming,and angry words, But that memory was in the distance, years ago when Vietnam was in bloom, Peaceful assembly, it was our right. But shots were fired in broad daylight. Four students lay dead, dangerous students, Students, soldiers, […]Read More HARK! WAS THAT A SHOT?
WHO? I’m a who A person who cares When a leader treats His fellow citizens with disrespect. Misinterpreting deliberately And ignoring Constitutional rights. I didn’t see disrespect on the field. Just the opposite. I saw pain in faces Of those who love their country and their God. They met as team members united and proud. […]Read More WHO
LOVE HAS ARRIVED Lonely and aching, I knew there could be no hesitating, If love should ever arrive. My true love was out there somewhere, Breathing the same air. “Where are you?” I prayed each night, And though I prayed with all my might, I answered my own question talking to myself. “You are not […]Read More LOVE HAS ARRIVED