Poetry
Hymn: A New Poem by Sherman Alexie
The author’s new poem addresses the hatred currently plaguing the United States. “But I do know this: I will resist hate. I will resist. I will stand and sing my love. I will use my fist To drum and drum my love. I will write and read poems That offer the warmth and shelter of any […]
MoreAfter a While…..by Veronica Shoffstall
Ran across this poem again today. I remember holding onto it with dear life a few years ago, hanging on each word, after my world came crashing down. When a friend shared it with me back then, this poem was my rock – I read it everyday to remind me that life was still worth […]
MoreMaya Angelou [April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014]
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, […]
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Listen carefully. Look for the Light. by Al Letson
Listen carefully. Look for the Light. Al, you are a truth-telling genius.This, The Dark City.This,The dark city,Unheard ofUnknown.Lost.We speak in whispersHold our head downMumble when spoken to.And just keep breathing.Slow. When they speak of fire,It is a distant memory of a lightning strike.Something that never happens here.This,the dark cityUnassumingUnimportantUnimaginativeDark.OrSo we have heardSo we have told ourselves.So […]
MoreThe Madiba Poem
This one performance by 11-year-old Botlhale Boikanyo blew away the judges of “SA’s Got Talent” over a year before Mandela died and is one of the best tributes to Madiba I have seen! WOW!
MoreRest In Peace, Madiba
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and […]
MoreWalt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1891)
DAREST thou now O soul, Walk out with me toward the unknown region, Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow? No map there, nor guide, Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. I know it not […]
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