Saturday, August 31, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
If I Could Tell You
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
W. H. Auden
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Poetry
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Monday, August 12, 2013
Friday, August 9, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
School Days
School days, school days
where did the summer go
the beaches, festivals and summer love
time to get the backpacks ready
time to move on to the next grade
see old friends, meet new one
we all hate the first day, but love the last
no more sleeping late
now all we have is due dates
days of no work, now tons of homework
study, study study
all we dread is quizzes, but its good for the wizs
no late hangouts, no more all niter's
now we all worry about fighters
we all dream for summer to come
one by one the days go by
when is there a holiday
School day, school days
give me some school breaks
Michael Peterson
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Poetry
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Open Letter
Misfits
There is too much, far too much
"Black on Black" crime,
So I can't help but ask,
Have you actually lost your mind?
Haven't we, as a people,
Endured enough sorrow and hate?
And haven't you yet learned,
That we, as a people must and should relate!
Was it not bad enough
The grief that others gave,
Or did you forget the cruelty and lies,
And the fact that we were slaves?
Did you also close your mind
To all that still stands against you,
So how could you even think to choose
Your Brothers and Sisters to kill and abuse?
Tell me, just when did you change,
Better yet, when did you lose your mind?
When did you stop caring for your people,
And forgot the art of being loving and kind?
Did you somehow forget the old saying,
"Together we shall stand"
You forgot too, that we are a proud people,
A proud people from the same homeland.
So remember you hurt us "all"
Even when you hurt or abuse just one,
Remember that is a Black man's daughter,
Or a Black Mother's son.
And tell me, what will you have to look forward to
When you have come up and aged in years,
For who will look after you when you are older
Now living alone and in fear?
Remember, one should seek to help, to teach,
To share in the spiritual growth of another,
For it is my strong belief,
This race can't be stretched much farther.
So please, rethink your way of life,
And return "Black" and to the natural way,
The ways of helping, caring, and teaching,
As it was done in our forefathers day.
"Black on Black" crime,
So I can't help but ask,
Have you actually lost your mind?
Haven't we, as a people,
Endured enough sorrow and hate?
And haven't you yet learned,
That we, as a people must and should relate!
Was it not bad enough
The grief that others gave,
Or did you forget the cruelty and lies,
And the fact that we were slaves?
Did you also close your mind
To all that still stands against you,
So how could you even think to choose
Your Brothers and Sisters to kill and abuse?
Tell me, just when did you change,
Better yet, when did you lose your mind?
When did you stop caring for your people,
And forgot the art of being loving and kind?
Did you somehow forget the old saying,
"Together we shall stand"
You forgot too, that we are a proud people,
A proud people from the same homeland.
So remember you hurt us "all"
Even when you hurt or abuse just one,
Remember that is a Black man's daughter,
Or a Black Mother's son.
And tell me, what will you have to look forward to
When you have come up and aged in years,
For who will look after you when you are older
Now living alone and in fear?
Remember, one should seek to help, to teach,
To share in the spiritual growth of another,
For it is my strong belief,
This race can't be stretched much farther.
So please, rethink your way of life,
And return "Black" and to the natural way,
The ways of helping, caring, and teaching,
As it was done in our forefathers day.
Earl M Champ
Labels:
Poetry
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