From a special guest, Jorge Gonzalez

Two poems by Jorge Gonzalez, a student of writing.

She’s the one in a billion 

the one who stands out in a crowd

the pearl in the clam

the diamond in the dirt 

the beauty on the earth 

if only she knew her worth 

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As the moths eat on the cloth 

time flies

but days go by slow like 

the movement of a sloth 

in jail so long my brown skin 

turns pale 

I send letters thru the mail 

I wish I were walking thru a trail 

or on a train skimming thru the rails 

or passing thru the wind like 

a breeze wishing I was free 

What Doe Love Mean to Me

How odd. In 51 years I’ve never had the occasion to define what love is, but I’ve become intimately aquatinted with what it isn’t
Therefore I feel horribly inadequate at trying to define now what
exactly love means to me
I am still at the beginning, working desperately to convince myself that I, just who I am with all my pieces am deserving of this thing called Love. So I will refrain now from guessing and continue on my discovery with determination that one day soon I’ll know exactly what love means to me .

–Danica Burris

I Am

I am strength I am weakness confidence and fear
I am complete yet undone a life finished and not yet begun
A single moment, a lifetime, a series of mistakes both yours and mine
I am loved and needed, abandoned and found
I’m beginning and end start and finish, a soul finally unbound.

–Danica Burris

My Paddleboard

A cloudless sky azure blue,
wind soft like breath across my skin
Sun smiling bright, warms the depths of my soul

Water the temperature of a bath and feeling like
silk lapping gently at my toes
Drifting across the ocean watching as the beauty of the sea passes beneath me
My heart expands with the utter beauty of it all

Here I can truly believe all is well
My place of worship, my church its all I need
The ocean, the sky and my paddle board.

–Danica Burris

The Power of Silence

I breathe,

While submerged in my dreams.

I don’t hear the air, slowly filling and

escaping my lungs.  However I know this must make a sound.  Although my perspective is silent.

In my subconscious,

I hear so many things, viewing the reels of my dreams, playing them out broadly, without a care of the volume.  Yet, what escapes from my ears? SILENCE

How loud are my thoughts?

I have a habit of seeming as though I am ignoring others.  Usually having delayed responses of

“I’m so sorry, but my thoughts were so loud that I couldn’t hear you”

All they had to hear was SILENCE.

Did you hear that?

No because sound from inside by head doesn’t travel to others.

Not without my conscience effort.

Yet, my silent thoughts, silent dreams and silent conversation, seem to be the core of what and who I believe I am all the while, you all hear silence.

–Brittany Barber

FROSTY ROMEO by Dulcinea de Poo

When I think of you I think about everything I di wrong;

Now you name for me has become the most beautiful song…

A song of love: A song of kitty heaven;

Forgive me Frosty Romeo seventy times seven.

I only think of the day when I will see you again;

My beautiful white lion, my beautiful feline friend.

You are forever in my heart, you are still my forever love and you will always be part of me!

For Eternity!

Your murderer was sentenced to five years;

But it could never pay the price of my million and one tears;

Never seeing you again has been one of my greatest fears;

But I know that is a lie!

As I always see you in my minds eye ~

I know you are with God now looking down;

Wearing you beautiful prestigious kitty crown;

Please forgive me my life without you will never be the same;

That’s why the song in my heart forever sings your name;

Even though I know I’m really the one to blame

This truth has crushed my spirit and has driven me insane;

The only comfort I have are dreams of you again one day, one day soon!

Until then I see your face every time I look at the moon; 

Nothing could ever replace you, my beautiful Kitty!

My Frosty Romeo !

Where you are that’s exactly where I want to go!

That’s exactly where I want to be;

The next time they look they will once again see you and me!

~With Memory~

Megan Davidson’s Rhyme by Kelly Krug

It’s Megan D , not Sandra D”

You never know what will come out of Miss Megan’s mouth

She likes to play a game called “Can you read my mind?”

No, cuz that will take too much time!  So, nothing should ever be put on Miss Megan’s dime, for she truly is one of a kind!
Her being so young has never once committed a crime.  For Miss Megan struggles with being on time!

One day she saw a him, but it was really a her.  Shit, now she’s really not sure!  Well, she thought was it really a him or really a her?

Now, she is 100% sure that it was really a her!

So if y’all  got something to say about my Megan, I will gas light y’alls asses and bury you in the snow!

Now, let’s play a game! Let’s try and read Miss Megan’s mind.  Naw, never mind that would take to much time!

One day Megan thought about her friend Kelly.

Then Kelly suddenly appeared.

So Megan said, Kelly did you just read my mind?

Kelly says “ha ha, NO that would take to much damn time!” By the way I’m your #1 fan

3 poems by Leslie Davis

In Life and in Death

We all have a purpose

That in time, shall be revealed.

And on our pursuit of such purpose

Our pain, and our hearts,

that with or without

Our loved ones forever remains in our hearts;

For in life and death

Love never dies

Although we may physically be apart.

In Your Arms

Wish I may and wish I might

But still, I am not in your arms tonight

We are miles apart and you’re out of sight,

Yet you still remain in my hearts delight.

As I sit under the moon,

So full and bright,

I think of how I fit in your arms ~

Just right ~ 

And how I wish I may,

And I wish I might

Lie tangled up in your arms tonight. 

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A single tear falls from my cheek

On the sheet of my empty bed

As I long for a love I’ve never known

Thus reminding me of my greatest fear; I am utterly alone

Though I am surrounded by people, I alone exist in this prison of flesh.

My days and nights consumed with thoughts of sharing myself, my life,

With another wholly.

But whom might that be?

For it shall take a strong yet passionate lover 

To look beyond my flaws and scarred past

To see ~ to know ~ and love my truest self

The woman who, I myself and still coming to know and to love.

This strong, passionate woman who loves love. 

MOM NEVER by Tracy Leigh

Mom I think of you often

You left when we were both so young

You never were able to be free

You were never free from sickness

You were never loved

You were never cherished

The way you cherished

You were never held

The way you held

But Mom you were loved by me, I loved being near you

Enjoying our time as we sang together and wrote songs about love

You were the beauty in every song

The sweetness of the smile on your face

Oh how wonderful your warm embrace.

 

But the fire came and burned you down

I watched in amazement, your song is gone

I still think of your smile as times gone by

A loss still stings and my heart still dreams

 

You and me against the world

You are gone, I am left to carry on

Remembering will have to do.

 

Your Loving Daughter

Tracy

WORDS by Tracy Leigh

Running my fingers through my hair

Combing it as I chew on a cracker

Read a book

Stop the tears

Forget the pain

Unlock the door

Cry alone in my cell

Never let them see you cry

 

If I spoke to others as my thoughts speak to me.

Change my thoughts, I don’t want to hurt others with my words.

So many are in so much pain.

Why can they not see I mean no pain.

I want them to know they are loved.

I am angry at the way people treat each other.

Why do we hurt each other.

I have to take my thoughts captive, so that I am blessing thought that lift people up not

judge them as I judge myself.

Think on things that are pure, happy, freeing, laughing, a good word.

Speak these things.

 

If your words are of a good report, positive affirmations

Happy memories

Today is gone by fast.

Let them all run together that I can not tell days anymore.

I don’t want to know or even recognize days.

Let them pass without care.

Allow me to sleep days away.

Remember them no more.