Which way to go so many roads each brings its own heavy load Turn this way or that, go or stay tomorrow and maybe yesterday How do I choose what to do so many things that I have been through I have faith in God above and I know he shows me love He guides … Continue reading Directions: Wendy Burch
Category: Poets
From Up Above: Marie LeBlanc
The tears I cry At every turn Wants you back In body and mind I know your soul Is alive Yet I want to see you By my side I grieve for you Day to day Knowing your life Was taken away You left too early Not knowing The influence you had On life itself … Continue reading From Up Above: Marie LeBlanc
Faith: Justin Storms
Ever closer to the edge If I take that step Will I Fall or Fly So I jump
Time: Jordan Derksen
Time, time again, I wait for that space, between my dreams and when I wake. Moments pass like sand in the wind. The days pass like my footprints, trail behind me thinking, walking, working. Spending my time planning my dreams, preparing for the future. All that time spent in the past. Time, time again.
Traffic: John Oross
Traffic is comparable to life, constant surprises at every turn and at times something or someone stops you in your tracks. The trick is to travel safely from point “A” to “B” without mishap. 99% of the time we are able to do so without much difficulty. However, every now and then you will bottom … Continue reading Traffic: John Oross
A Woman: Jessica Hatfield
Dedicated to Andrew Madill Sr. and my children. A Woman loves her man with all her soul, her children with all her heart, and herself with their smiles and laughter.
Remedies: Gerald Herron
On the one hand, the wonderful world of pharmaceutical drugs, prescriptions, medications, doses of artificial happiness: Side effects, blindness, suicidal thoughts, may cause death. And on the other, herbal remedies, foraging through the forest for roots and berries: Side effects, wolves and grizzly bears.
Helpless: Cassandra Kulay
Today I write a poem about helpless resilience, This aliveness being useless, I rely on odd stray texts and prophecies. The generation will cry out for death, so I have read, will chase it and not find it. They will thirst and hunger for the end. They will yearn for it and eagerly listen to … Continue reading Helpless: Cassandra Kulay
Call Me Carol: Gerald Herron
Picture, frame, like face to name, we met in my prison of shame; but you an English teacher, nun by trade, potential, your favorite grade. And through kindness in heart, and helping hands, like an architect, drew up new plans; and with no debt, I take the next step. There in my successes, and too … Continue reading Call Me Carol: Gerald Herron
Ghost: Cassandra Kulay
In the cool, clear air possession a prayer, you’ve been gone these many years, you tease the thoughts tangled in my mind, no one wins when we have to try this hard to say our hellos and goodbyes and all things in between, time after time, scene after scene, I’ve been waiting for you to … Continue reading Ghost: Cassandra Kulay
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