words cannot express how I feel right now....
I just want to thank you for all you have done for me....
I do not know where I would be today....
if you where not there as my crutch when I needed you most....
you are the most understanding & caring person in the world....
to have and to love as a mother....
I thank my prayers from the good Lord up above....
for the prayers that were answered for the man I have become today....
I wish all parents were as supportive as you have been to me....
to talk when we need too stay quiet when we need too....
thank you for the life you have given me....
and the direction that you have led me in....
I will cherish all the memories, advice, & love you have given me....
forever and always....
I love you Mom.
I love you.
Kevin Ryan Hansen
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Just like you!
From a school or college
Ceremony connected with commencement
All degrees marked
Classification into grades
According to amount, size, quality, etc.
Graduation day is
the light at the end
of the tunnel,
A parental dream
that has finally
All their hopes and
desires come true,
A victory , proud
It is a joyful
event, after much
Tears and sweat,
nights spent in
An accomplishment of
a glorious endeavor,
A smile accompanied
by a deep sigh,
With a gown and
they show themselves
a new to the world,
That one can dream
and dare to be
Here we stand as a pride
Looking into each other’s eyes
As all the years go roaring by
We finally get to see where
Coming from the bottom with our
Roar seeming small
But now here we are; standing tall
As we grow up big and strong
We have figured out
Who we are
No longer going with the pack
But being your own leader
With a nice pat on your back
The beating of your heart
The smile on your face
Here we are lions and here we shall stay.
At first we were lost
But we have found our way
Here we are though
Spending our final
Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings.
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago. After graduation they both
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people
sometime later and raised their young families. All this time their love remained
silent, waiting, yet strong. Today, their children are adults and about to venture on
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed
very soon. I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved. Thank you for your
consideration of my request.
Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings!
Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary
Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future
Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy!
Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection
Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides
And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence
The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste!
For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment
When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart!
One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us
I will lose myself in you and you in me forever!
No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights
And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you
When I consider the paths which we have traveled
I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day!
In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight
And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away
Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea
‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart
My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion,
Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest
*Very True Story!
We will on that long awaited Saturday of October
at a ceremony graced by men of great stature
be officially declared victors in academics
We will take a well-rehearsed parade
towards the podium where we will shake hands
with professors to be crowned
with titles no one can ever take away from us
Oh brother, oh sister, oh fellow graduates
do you recall those times
when we were often trapped in helter-skelter situations
scurrying on pavements with heavy bundles of books;
heavy with unsolved problems?
We fell sometimes, yes we fell
but dared to rise to regroup our focus
and now we shall wear those gowns,
we shall wear those clothes tagged success
and shoes free of dust, proud of ourselves
We eyed for this thing
we eyed for it with determination
and here we are now; we have it on our hands
and no one can ever take it away from us
Bojosi Ditshwele ©
For the University of Botswana Graduation ceremony held on the 12th October 2013
Published on the Echo newspaper; 10-16 Oct 2013
A temptation unlike myself unfurls
(Everyone’s here asking if I was in the hospital)
The shadow of movement has passed on,
And a cold electric scatters away from a scorched tree.
Our mutual acquaintance says hello to me again,
He was at the rehearsal and said you wanted us all to be closer
Why hasn’t your mother shown up yet?
I’m leaving this place hating you,
And I hear that you think we’re best friends
The sun strays out from beyond a great building jutted into an afternoon breeze.
It’s been a long ride but now
It’s time to say goodbye
I’ll miss you friend but
It’s time to say goodbye
Forgive me now for the things I've done
It’s time to say goodbye
Forget the bad remember the good
It’s time to say goodbye
Don’t shed a tear don’t cry for me
It’s time to say good bye
Remember I'm here when you need me later
It’s time to say goodbye
We’ve been through a lot but we did its together
It’s time to say goodbye
I’ll miss you forever
It’s time to say goodbye
Fireworks, like gunshots,
Make great and astounding sound
Congrats, GRADS! Good luck!
Crowds of commotion
Party like no tomorrow
Happy, HARD future!
Happiness and cheer
Overflow in everyone
I'm simply...in awe! C-x
Totally cool seniors - RAD!
Sad to see them go . . . .... . . ... .. . . . . .
Seperation, Isolation, Anticipation, Graduation Back to the world of lies and deceit Discerning, Concerning, Adjoirning, Yearning Weighing the words of everyone I meet Is this the one that will show me the way Or just one more pretender Gone before the end of the day Made a vow to all the god`s I know This will be my last appereance In this motion picture show With all I can muster And With all my might Stay the course Stand tall To make things right
I got the text
Said you wanted to be more than friends
Sent at around 10:30 p.m
My heart soared and I knew
I wanted you right then
One month passed
It went by so fast
As your graduation yearns forward
I treasure my time with you
Every kiss counts
Every word lasts forever
Lingering in your ears
Every touch is more than what it seems.
Today is your last day here at school with me
June 1st, 2012
The letter and gifts and the love keeps us together
As we talk I remember every word you say
This is not goodbye
Because we are meant to last forever
For my amazing boyfriend who I love very much <3
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Your Family has raised you
Your Creativity has led you.
Your Determination has held you
Your Work has lifted you
Your Friends have been with you
Your school will remember you
You have made memories and friendships to always hold
You have made your life and it has made you
You have become more and you will become more again.
You have been part of the past and you are now a part of the future
You have been one of many but you are still unique
You have depended on others and others will come to depend on you
Never forget you can still seek advice or extend a helping hand
Never forget that you can make things better but cannot change everything
Never forget that paths will change and may again cross
Never forget to use your strengths and never give up
Never forget mistakes happen and never forget to forgive
Never lose your courage or fail to get back up again
Never forget to continue to strive, hope, pray, and be happy
Remember there are still lessons to be learned and mountains to be climbed
Remember there are still fears to overcome and dreams to be dreamed.
Remember we Salute your future endeavors and… We Salute You.
Remember you are uniquely you
Remember: You are our sons and daughters… And
Remember: You are loved true.
Upon the podium I stand
A sea of faces before me
Their eyes reflecting glassy expectancy
My lips quiver knees buckle
As I bow
The principal smiles
Sunbeams clutch at the words I speak
Transmitting them to eager ears
Words splinter against vibrating drums
With piety valor pride and joy
I praise the graduates of June '99
Well done my friends be strong be bold
In the face of uncertain times
Black tassels dance
Blackbirds soar into a vivid sunset
Parchment scrolls rustle
Stirred by a mischievious breeze
A slow smile curls my lips
Take a bow I urge
Graduating class of June '99
Graduation day, Graduation day
today that is all I hear
but I will not be graduating,
and its this I fear
I'm a simple failure
and this is simply clear
at least in my own eyes
because I know I cannot steer...
...My life in the way I thought that I could
everything in the bag, turns quickly to, knock on wood
and now I'm left observing, the would, the could, the should
thought that I was moving forward, so very still I stood
Graduation day, Graduation day
congrats to all of course
I hate to be crude but
stop beating that poor horse
It's already died
from being beaten with such force
and as you beat the lifeless words
your eyes show no remorse...
...For the sad failures like me
a graduation I will never see
knowing its my own fault still I make a plea
"Graduation day, Graduation day
Please don't forget me."
An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
Life lessons reviewed
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
My spirit alive!
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
The volume of a certain something
does not by any means determine its levity over any given situation
or its brevity by relation
Once you strike a chord,
It's moment of breath
Shatters through it's glass-painted interstellar conquest
Where the fine line between an arrow and a target success
is evident in the lack of evidence
Which provides you, the Reader, better access to the verity in absence
You're an ancient old trick
but if I am watching, you'll have no where to rest your well-traveled head
But in my seductive grin
I am too an old trick
But I stand closest to the cauldron
Stirring green the ocean
To make way for that final moment
When the flame burns cold in the winter frozen solstice;
The waves come crashing to the coasts
Coming for my broken souls
With a gleaming smile for all their sorrows
Taking off into tomorrow
With a calmed, relieved breath
Reliving the scenes on an endless landscape
Now, in compassionate presence
Because after all,
Can't have nothing without 'how'
How: being everything that has ever been conceived of.
So, what have You left out?
You've become ignorant of your own shining features
Forgotten feathers from a bow
Lost your inner voice in the mirror glow
All along Zephyr without, you've lived as a pestilence to others and yourself...
And now, its time for show
Up close and personal
Bath in all the choices ever dreamed of; and burn with a rosy glow
Opened-close a shut case
Without remorse or concern or thirst,
Because all this, will soon be Unearthed
Picture Frames a poem
Children in families,
Grandmothers, mothers, fathers and grandchildren alike.
Memories, keepsakes found in pictures in Picture Frames.
Look at our Esha(Ayesha) she was 8 in this picture and here she is 10 years old in this other framed picture and;
She was 26 years of age in her most recent important picture taken at her community college graduation.
Ayesha will be 32 or 33 years old when she takes her Senior Portraits she’ll take them next year for her 4-year college commemoration. She will have a nice headshot in a white silk dress or a drape in Tower Yearbook along with her graduating class of 2014.
Our Esha the soon-to-be college graduate with so many memories of her childhood and difficult adolescent years.
Mom, step-dad Neil, grandmother, a few great-aunts and cousins on Esha’s mother’s side will be so happy for her.
Graduation, we have come a long way to get to this day.
From the best friends since kindergarten,
To the drivers’ licenses of high school,
We all have grown.
Elementary was where we met our closest friends,
Middle School was where we branched out and tried new things,
High School was where we began the journey to find who we are.
Though our journey has only just begun,
Our lives have still been forming through the friendships made,
And the friendships lost.
Now that we are all closer to finding our selves,
Our paths may take different turns.
But always remember
No matter where we all are,
We are all still connected by our roots.
Force feed me the taste of your skin
‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart
even you will have to try hard……to save me now
I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions
as they devoured the subtle softness of me
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace
But too…you move to me
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago
The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love
We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces
and on each other on Facebook
Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread
Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened
to our lips
which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self
Is it me you feared
as you said Good bye?
How little you know me
like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself
so my love knows no limit
my soul no separation
and my being no longing
On this day my mind is free
No more papers
No more projects
No more presentations
No more exams
No more tuition
The journey that began in 2006 is now over
That Bachelor’s degree is finally mine
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a
We will often fight against the goads dealing in premortal slime
It's the turning of the tide then exposed;
Through various loop holes we then get confused even feel used...
Faith is the substance of things not seen,
In neglect to what will search for a hidden need
While the entire world outside longs to see you bleed
As sadness in its beckoning call,
Faith is each personal toward their own belief
Shattered glass on its parchment door filled with sadness etched iin madness
Major Jackson & John Ashbery remarkable poetic historians amidst the timeless cloud;
A willingness to dare to explore fascination heads to the floor...
The promise in exploration during its tragic duration;
Still faith isn't intellectuallized it just is/
Words are endured through its timeless dialect filtered through the sand
Hoping someday all will understand it's delicate premise of realization
Fixed on an appease to please blatant fascination
The grass withers & the cards will fall as they may
In chosen asps filtered through its viable way
The bargain basement deal to seal its wholesome branded feel
Filtered through its beckoning call asunder is it any wonder the way our children deal?
Cheap thrills in the back of a car to cry
Shelter lies dormant amidst the pain
Less of course I shall refrain in matters of emmense strain
In graduation the whole essential scheme ends
Within problems we get a glimpse of the appetite of friends
Shattered memory's with lines drawn in the sand
John Ashbery is the poets friend a very unusual man
In equated demise a word to the actual wise,
Poetry is heightened in the mystery essentially
The barbarians would quite often disagree in their lost pedigree
Through words expressed amidst the mesh with polished vest
In words one can look closely to its vested guess
Within a world that is many times upside down in some mess
I must confess the pillar of truth to relinquish its timeless cue
The very proud & few/
John Ashbery stood beneathe the heavy tide of the 1960's slide
In ovation in which he stood never in some dreary mood
A poets friend to strangers & even enemies
Along lines visualized in the shifting sand of vested memory
Four years have come and gone,
Sooner than one would believe.
We've made our time worth its while,
But now it's time to go our separate ways.
Today's the day where we shine brighter than any star in the sky.
We're different in our own ways,
But we know how to come together as one.
From getting lost in a new place,
As young, naïve freshmen,
To strutting our stuff,
Down the runway of life.
We've made history!
The class that teachers will be proud to say,
"They were the ONE. Double the fun!"
Our time has come,
So let's show them what we've got!
It was late in the afternoon, it must of been about an hour that I had arrived
As I took the first step into the facility already I felt my body overwhelmed by chills
I stripped to the nude, and I felt as if the scene had touched me all over, their sight belittled me
I stood wearing nothing, eyes set their sight upon me, for they saw a criminal with no heart
They made me dress in orange
Full jump suit and feather-light slippers
I was escorted to my cell
Upon arrival I met my cell mate, Peter
The walls seemed to take life and spoke
Words of death I came to understand, and I feared for my mind
Insane I was going, for I began to hear voices of sorrow and broken hearts
The walls caved in almost and I felt death's grasp on my back
The clock ticked and ticked, every second seemed to turn into hours
Locked up where no where to go I recalled all of my fair memories
When the sun once caressed my face, lips and dreams
An animal I had become for nothing mattered behind those bars
"Lights out" and my heart grew weak
Not knowing of how to react, I began to see death as an answer
For if I died I would not have to live as a caged animal
Dark, lights had been out for an hour and again my eyes betrayed me
I saw thousands of spirits walking the empty halls
A million snoring souls slept
It smelled like death was walking among the spirits of the deceased
An awful sight, and I was trapped in it for the next 15 years
It was now the next day and I stood inline for food
Color was all inside
Brown I am for that was my ticket to group
Called horrible things, same sex predators all savored to my soft face
It was shower time and I grew in very much fear
As 100 men walked in nude to shower
I fresh meat
I couldn't bare it, so I entered not
I met my cell mate again in the recreation room
And all was learned
I was to be jumped in
And if I lived I would be graduation day
The clocked ticked it was again 7:45pm
My heart was beating really slow now
The men came into my cell with chains and bats
Guards stood idly by to my screams of fear
I saw a bright light in all the blows I was taking
I was drowning in my own blood
An angels hand took me out of my body
The clock ticked 8pm, may I rest in peace
the wedding cake: $16,000-$80,000
cleaning of the streets after the wedding in london: $64,000
the flowers: $320,000-$800,000
pre-wedding hideaway (the goring hotel hosting middleton’s family & friends): $552 a night
for double rooms
middleton’s wedding dress: $64,000-$434,000
the engagement ring: valued at $136,000, given to w. by c.
security: $8-$32 million
*this estimated cost does not factor in the unspecified amount of time that middleton’s
family & friends will be staying for $552 a night, or how many of them, etc.
although i’m sure that
with a pulse, a half-way decently functioning brain,
could look at the figure posited above
and find thousands of ways to invest in any number of
more worthy causes
than that of perpetuating an incestuous line of
that holds absolutely
in the 21st century
but in the united states
the home of the world’s policeman
10 days ago
our blessed democratic congress
“the voice of the people”
$26.6 million dollars from TRIO:
for those that aren’t aware what TRIO is:
“TRIO is a set of federally-funded college opportunity programs that motivate and support
students from disadvantaged backgrounds in their pursuit of a college degree. Over 850,000
low-income, first-generation students and students with disabilities — from sixth grade
through college graduation — are served by more than 2,800 programs nationally. TRIO
programs provide academic tutoring, personal counseling, mentoring, financial guidance,
and other supports necessary for educational access and retention. TRIO programs provide
direct support services for students, and relevant training for directors and staff.”
happy are those that are not english citizens
as the taxpayers are said to be footing the bill of
street cleaning after said extravaganza
one has to do their best
to keep from running amok
the day this thing happens
because of what we could really be doing with the wealth in this world
We grew up together then we drifted apart.
We went down our own roads, but they're still in my heart.
As kids in school we saw each other everyday.
When graduation came we all went a separate way.
Where we ended up was nothing like we planned.
Because growing up we thought we had the world in our hands.
I reminisce those days because I don't see them today.
If we had another chance it wouldn't have been this way.
Life throws curves, I guess thats how it goes.
But they're still in my heart as our distance grows.
The memories we shared are all in the past.
Little did I know those memories would last.
That was back then, now I'm thirty years old.
I'm now just letting go in a world that can be cold.
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and
the notes passed in study hall
behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins,
the talk of a wedding the following summer,
became heartbreaking memories
when Tiffany Blake came to town.
High school's children of the year almost grown,
We are scattering seeds destined for the world.
Skipping at different shakes in the breeze,
Some of us will be caught in evergreens,
Held to never see beyond, devoured
By squirrels and birds.
Being chewed up and then spat out in feces,
All is not lost.
Several sprouts will spring from the ground up;
Others will escape and find their way again
In the wind.
Destiny does not just ride on the air:
Though it forces us into many follies,
Each of us pulls our own weight.
Locations undesirable must be crossed,
For how can we, as little seeds,
Expect to travel if we trap ourselves?
Though it is important we bloom,
The hills far away are patiently waiting
For our presence.