She takes me through her world A description words fail to capture Bruised, battered By ugly circumstances She still stays stout She ensconces her pain In the most admirable smile....
...there is sadness in the face of the moon. Boom boom! Marauders at the door. Boom boom! Gory chunks on the floor. Marauders; those marauders;disgruntled fragments of the Sahara storms;...
Tell them we can see them; The house of bones they live in, The sweats that flush their gutters, The sweats of our fathers and mothers, and The blood of...
The dead we hold in memory As today tells their story Our hearts and minds hear it again Reliving them in prayerful pain Under the shadow of earth’s drear Our...
I have dreamt of this day A day hats go up in admiration I always think about these moments Moments of much enthusiasm I have seen these scenes Scenes seeming...
The preacher once told a story Pretty much about our affairs so gory It’s the tale of a prodigal son But isn’t it also of the prodigality Of the father’s...
There is a better friend within, Endowed to me by nature, A personal friend from the present and the future, So close, intimate and loving. In jocund company, We have...
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