Here And There
My eyes opened.
But, I accept here.
Here, I am able to hope for there.
You review with me my assignment here
I admit I do sometimes wonder about
Well, I am awake and ready
Which there I go to.
You placed me in time here,
You speak with me daily
Thank you Lord
Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. http://www.clergyservices4u.org. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, will be available soon.
Lord Byrons She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron's opening couplet to "She Walks In Beauty" is among the most memorable and most quoted lines in romantic poetry. The opening lines are effortless, graceful, and beautiful, a fitting match for his poem about a woman who possesses effortless grace and beauty.
Review Of Stephen B. Wileys First Book Of Poetry: HERO ISLAND
Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island, reflects tender snapshots and reminiscent overviews of various stages of his life as a youngster working on a farm in New Jersey, summer vacations spent with his family in Northern Vermont, and his positive stance on life.
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who have seen what happens around me and to them, on many occasions. Sometimes I have had others affect me in the same way. This is part of the story told in my article The Man who Loved Jail.
How to Write Bad Poetry
"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling."--Oscar Wilde
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us entirely bare. Earthquakes may devour and swallow up old landmarks. But nothing is as destructive as a world that doesn't care.
Three Poems: Phantom of the Rocks; Lady from Lima & Bell Ringer of de Copan
Phantom of the Rocks
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to things you've known and done to things you wanted to do. Growing heals sometimes the shattered dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new knowledge of yourself. Growing is fun sometimes meeting new friends learning new things making changes that feel good and moving on. Growing is necessary always. Without change there is stagnation death instead of life. To choose to live is to choose to grow. Copyright 2002
Blind Designs [a Poem] and a Note by Rosa on The Other Door
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGIC
Poetry and Popular Culture
Is poetry too complicated for the average reader? Is it too cryptic, scholarly? If you ask a large group of average people what they like or don't like about poetry, you'll get a few different answers, but there is an overwhelmingly common category of responses.
Burning Autumn Leaves [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]
Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists that we examine the deceptive clarity of our actions and the goals that motivate us. How does one actually get from "A" to "B"-and is there ever really a "B"? What color is the white space between "A" and "B"? Upon closer inspection, surface realities reveal themselves to be porous and fragile, layered with textures and grains that lead the eye on varying pathways. So what are we to do in a world of newspaper narratives that instruct us toward tidy endings, murmuring that such endings are possible and even inevitable?
So many looked to you for inspiration,
Because of You
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares me. I never wanted to trust again that much I got hurt too badly the last time. I swore I'd never do it again, never let the trust out of my hands into someone elses.
There are many times I set up barriers and walls, invisible unless you come too close, And then you hit them.
You cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
Five Poems from Home [And a view on the planet vs. the poet]
Five Poems from Home
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now. It was not me as I was then. It was then when God was truly in me. When God was in me, I was a young man. A young man with hope, will and desire. Desire to give my love and the gift of God to the ones in need. You see, that was me.
Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]
Lima, City with the Stretched out Wings [In English and Spanish]
Lima, City with the Stretched out Wings
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