Poetry Pages

Many days of chasing my neighbor and friends FFA project steers, has taught me a thing or too about fenceposts. It is at the fencepost that you find the problem, and where you will innevitably have to fix it. The fence post, though small and seemingly fragile, is the strength of the system, that kee...

Learn Progress is relative. To build cities is to build walls. The first step in renovation Is demolition. I’ve seen structures stand on crumbling foundations, Powerful nations, toppled, like Toddler’s block towers by Supposedly weaker factions, people Are unaware that what seem Like insignificant a...

The Coffee Girl Smiles The coffee girl smiles… My marrow aches My mind clicks and grinds Hands don’t regurgitate Stereotyped movement only I find they tick and wind Watches, the rain falls on Sodden streets, slick Oil floats and brakes shake And shudder at the thought Of locking in salient Promises ...

My Heart Remember when we were walking, and We saw that young woman? I said she was pretty, but “Her skirt was too short” was your opinion. I told you that she looked like You will when you are grown. You said, “Nuh uh, Daddy” How can such a thing be known When you were just a baby, I worried a lot ...

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This is my first time posting in this forum... This one anchors my poetry CD, which has recently been finished. There is a Place in Dreams There is a place in dreams for living, and A place for leaving… There is a place in dreams for remembering, And a place for forgetting. There is a place for reme...

Olive Tree One kind word Melts the heart Fuses together the Broken pieces. Anger is fire All consuming Too hot to stand Next to without Getting burned. Olive branches On hot coals Reignite the tinder Box between Bitterness and heat. The flame dies Eventually, when The tree has no Branches left to bu...

Sometimes it's like that, I know...

If only we could halt time...

'You can always go home, you just can't stay" Black 47

Good point!

Thank you!

Bollywood Diva You make a lovely poem. With your tresses of pure ebony That blanket of raven silk Flowing dark river Running into the delta of My desire’s contentment. Eyes, black as midnight, With a glimmer of stars, In desert skies, and Every bit as wide Stare straight through My soul, extract my ...

Sometimes lovers can't be together in this dimension, and have to experience eachother through an alternate reality. Thanks for your comments!

The Flood Katrina Your name is vilified By the real evil And the sheep wore The clothing of the wolf, For the media… For the government, to Scapegoat fear. The water rose, and People died. While Father was at work The house fell apart. Our F uture E xecuted for M yopic neo- con A genda, a F ailure t...