Adapted – A Poem by Steve Denehan
Learning of his death just yesterday
I breathed in
the quiet devastation
of realising
that I was fine
It is always raining somewhere
I suppose
deep poems about life
Steady – A Poem by Sravani Singampalli
When I was in third grade
I heard the story
Of ‘The Tortoise and the Hare’.
I learnt the moral
That slow and steady wins the race.
I behaved like a tortoise
Until I came across the fact
That cheetah is the fastest
Creature on earth.
A cheetah isn’t slow
But can win a race easily!
Then what is this story
Of fast and slow?
It is not about these two words
Not about running
Not about walking like a tortoise
But more to do
With one’s consistency.
Now I know that
Steady was the word
I was ignoring
All those days!
Life Lessons Learned at Your Knee – A Poem by Roy Pullam
I was not prepared
For the long separation
A complete independence
I never wanted
You did not see gray
Your values
So absolute
That I often felt
I fell short
In your eyes
You had no time
For hate
Though to many
Poverty and trash
Went in the same bin
And though
You were knocked down
You never stayed down
With the feeling
That only cowards
Bemoaned their faith
That I
Should never stop trying
Should never settle
For ease
It rings in my ears
The bell of truth
The sound of your voice
School Mornings – A Poem by Roy Pullam
I lay in my bed
Sinking in the feather down
The cover
High on my neck
The fire in the grate
Banked to save
The coals
For the morning
The cold gathering
In the back
Of the room
I could see my breath
The chill
On my face
Causing me
To burrow
Beneath the quilts
Gradually my ears
Regained feeling
I slept
A deep dreamless sleep
Until the clock
Urged me
From my cocoon
I took the poker
Stirring the fire
Reawakening the slumbering flames
Gathering the ashes
Into a shovel
Loading a bucket
Taking them out
Exchanging them
For the black fuel
That warmed the house
I waited
Watching the fingers
Of flame
Break apart
The lumps
Now warm enough
The water heated
On the kitchen stove
Poured in a #2 washtub
For my morning bath
Toweling myself off
I sat close
In my underwear
The warmth
Soaking in
Like a lizard
On a warm rock
I cherished
The moments
Stirring only
To get dressed
To begin
The long walk
To school
Valhalla Can Wait – A Poem by Paul Tristram
There’s another Spring a-coming
after this long, bitter Winter.
The path is twisting fiercely
but that does not signify an ending
merely a new chapter beginning.
I’ve still strength enough
to work the morning anvil
and carve miracles from wood.
I’ve Fathered all my Offspring
but I’m yet to watch them grow.
My wheat and barley
are only shoulder-high…
there’s still a-way to go.
Before the grinning Reaper
takes a swipe
and a-tumbles me like snow.
My battle-axe still has room
for a few fresh notches yet.
I can thunder with the best of them,
my instincts remain sharp and true.
There’s another barn to build somewhere,
always more horse’s hooves to shoe.
I’ve learnt my lessons hard and well,
I take comfort in small pleasures.
Whilst striving always higher,
each extra sunrise is a gift, a treasure.
More at https://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.
Don’t Despair | Kylie Jenson
Don’t despair…
It won’t be long
Before they hear
Your call and
Come
Use your voice
It’s beautiful
Fresh
Kind
Yours
I know your value
Like a gem
You shine brightly
And make the
World better
You are the
Most beautiful
Being in the world
Realize that
And live
A Circle | Lucia Daramus
sheep are running, and running, and running
to the light bumps of the sun
which is falling down on the yellow-grass
nature is alive! Alive, alive , alive….
a woman is carrying a bottle of milk
she is thirsty , she is drinking
in her vein is dripping grapes of life from the milk
her eyes are spinning, and spinning, and spinning
offering a glass of milk is like a oxygen mouth
she says.
A golden rain is penetrating the earth
songbirds are flying on the field
a dog is barking to a child
with gold-silver in his hair under day light
this is life, yes, this is life!
but time is passing, and passing, and passing
away, far away –
tears in the black sky
an yellow leaf is dying on the tree branch
finally it is kissing a dead man
above life …..death
above death ….life
a circle –
Affair – A Poem by Nancy May
end of the affair
old blossoms
for sale
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My Mother Knows | Laura Simmons
My mother is old
But make no mistake
She knows.
She knows how people can be cruel
And she’s having none of it.
She knew a hungry boy
Who came begging at her door
“Fill my bag to here, Miss Miposi
I want a little more. ”
She knew a girl whose body was twisted
But whose mind was keen.
She was sent to a place that was dark and hidden
So her illness couldn’t be seen.
And two close friends
Precious and true
Had been starved and tortured
Because they were Jews.
So don’t tell my mom it’s o.k
If she’s kept in the hall all day,
Wet and cold and soaked in blood.
Because, you see, my mother knows.
And she’s having none of it.
Throwing Shade | JD DeHart
I take a bit of shade,
a modicum of shadow, and place
it in my bag. Call me some
version of Aeolus.
In the afternoon, heat came
and I rustled in my bag for
the bit of coolness, finding
it had evaporated.
Guess I forgot to feed
and water it.
More at https://dehartreadingandlitresources.blogspot.com.