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Here is my poem, SUPER BOWL, offered to all the football fans as they excitedly watch their favorite teams play, and hopefully win.
Cold Janus dumped six inches,
On Meadowlands’ battlefield.
The god of beginnings and transitions,
To test the flesh and spirit,
Or to squash the burning within.
Feral wild horse broncos,
Cavorting against surly seahawks.
Elusive hooves kicking up smoke,
Unfurled wings striking back a note.
Kindling the heart’s desire,
Still flaming despite a twist.
The field that lies before you,
Your point of view and skill.
To maneuver tackles, blocks, and sacks,
To watch if you will fumble,
And get pass all the downs.
Does this thing need a hybrid soul?
One who can stand within the gap?
Spectators in the stadium, cloaked against the freeze,
Chugging warmed-up beer and sipping hot cocoa.
Clamoring die-hard fans,
Watching bodies collide.
Armored in chest pads and cleats.
This time it was Manning versus Wilson,
Next year we’ll wait to see.
The rivalry that carries,
A willpower exploding fire.
Who will muster up the courage?
Displaying their magnificence,
And stand for all to see.
In life there’s always conflict,
A time to prop up fists.
It’s never certain that the strongman wins,
A feeble one can too.
At last the cold snow melted,
The field now clear and light.
A waxing crescent moon hovers above,
Displaying a fair landscape.
We watched in anticipation,
Glamorizing this one or that.
A bucking horse against a bird of prey,
Each outside its natural element.
In the end, from life’s viewpoint,
Rarely does it matter,
Who wins or who loses.
It’s all comes down to how the game is played,
And hope the best one triumphs.
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Remember to wear GREEN for Mental Illness Awareness Week, October 5 to October 11, 2014.
October 5 to October 11, 2104 is Mental Illness Awareness Week meant to increase awareness, support, and advocacy for persons and families living with mental illness.
Here is my poem, Graceful, dedicated to this week. I hope it motivates you to do your part to eliminate mental illness discrimination.
You called at half-past three that time,
On a lazy spring afternoon,
Saying, “Please pass the sugarbowl.”
I didn’t have the nerve just then,
To simply tell you, “No.”
Just like you,
I was lacking crystals in reserve.
My spoon was scraping bottom,
No cubes or grains in sight.
All sweetness there was withered cane,
It all was gone, just thresh.
I recalled the day way back when,
One appeared out of left field.
It landed in my open cup,
How it plopped in there? – no clue.
I’ve drank my tea without a trace,
Bitter swallows warmed the throat.
I’ve done that so many times before,
A master now—no joke.
I think about every kind word spoken,
Please say it at every chance.
I know that the day will come,
When it’ll circle back.
Surprisingly, it will not return,
Around the way you think.
And maybe never in this life,
Give kindly words, yet still.
Sprinkle goodwill everywhere,
To all you say and do.
You’ll be amazed how grace appears,
In time to salvage you.
Did you have your first laugh of the day yet? Laughter is good for the soul. Children laugh at least 300 times per day. It lifts the spirits and allows you to soar. It is also Friday, so take some time to enjoy yourself. Here is my poem, JAMBOREE, about carving time out for leisure, laughter, and recreation.
No invitation came to me,
I crashed it just to see.
What revelers do for fun these days,
They all arrived bedecked out,
Stepped out of cars you see.
No walkers here, no slow-pokes there,
Quickness was the fee.
Ten boys arrived a-waddling,
Pants slinging so very low.
Keys now jingling and jangling,
Preventing free form flow.
Some boys in grunge,
Fly girls in tights,
Prancing the night away.
A pierced tongue,
Both ears with studs,
And nose-rings diamonds bright.
Red weaved hair spiked up real high,
Wrapped tightly in a bun,
Adorn the crowns of many.
As two girls now stride by with confident smiles,
A natural look tiara,
Parading through the sky.
The single mother chaperone,
Refusing to let go,
Her beautiful young daughter,
Laughing as she goes.
“Hush up now,” she says to her, “and please remember me,
Have a clue, just hear me out, before it’s all too late.”
“I must admit you are quite smart, and know a thing or two.”
“But when it comes to these here things,
Listen up—you really don’t know Jack.”
A concerned dad,
Hands out some belts,
To raise pants waist an inch.
“No need,” he says, “right now,
To show your bright red boxers.
Revealed back is never free,
It all comes at a price.”
A young lanky male is all bearded,
Rushing up to be a man.
Sulking now as his girlfriend says,
The same thing as his dad.
“I like you more clean-shaven,
You have a handsome face.
Don’t hide behind that mask of hair,
Seize now your rightful place!”
A Marley song,
A Jay-Z rap,
A blend of old and new.
Silver disco ball slings sparkling light,
Pandora’s app in tune.
An orange drink minus Alizé,
Displayed in crystal bowls.
Iced teas with flavored spices,
Like dominos stacked upright saluting.
To quench an endless longing,
The thirst that burns inside.
A birthday cake,
Writes out a name,
A shout-out to broadcast the fame.
Gold yellow frosting all around,
An age so proudly sitting,
Propped on a purple stand.
Slices served on plastic plates,
A milestone reached, enabled by life’s plan.
No toast, no speech, no cards were there,
Few birthday gifts to see.
It all arrived in QR codes,
And gift cards on a screen.
We did it too at parties,
High platform shoes in green.
Blue mid-riff blouse, bright tubes of pink,
White seersucker pants too tightly seamed.
To show the curves,
We just now got,
Right out of puberty.
Psychedelic shirts with matching pants,
Announce a dynamite look.
Muscles popping everywhere,
Through tightly wrapped long sleeves.
A second skin designed for you,
Plastered on in your fantasy.
A one-of-a-kind creation,
It’s just like you—unique.
Massive gemstones like paperweights,
Suspended on thick ropes of gold.
You can’t help but notice them,
Screaming out and loudly shouting,
“Hey there, look now: bling-bling!”
I laughed with them,
And hoped that they would be,
So much more than us,
Safe from all the fuss,
Just striving to release.
When two arrived,
The time passed by,
No fights, no knives,
No guns, no mess,
Just young adults living life.
The crowd dispersed,
Home to their lives,
Another day in eternity.
I’m glad I came,
To marvel in the new reality.
“Look at that,” I said to me,
“How far we’ve just come from,
The joy that comes to mix it up,
My hope renewed,
To see how much they are just like us.
A chuckle fills my heart’s desire,
To know they’ll make it too.
I look back now,
And wonder how we ourselves even made it.
Good times, good friends,
Good guidance there,
A roadmap paves the way.