Three women's deaths have diminished me,
because I could not get past my ego.
For the rest of my days I will always be
totally in their debt. How do you go
about repaying a departed lady? Perhaps,
begin replacing your thoughtless deeds,
each one, until you've forgotten your lapse.
To compensate, if one truly heeds
all those women in your life that continue
with patience to overlook your own
failings and your part played in the venue
of cultural misogyny is to loan
them all the support, love. encouragement
that you can. That is truly just and meant.
Copyright © ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2017
HUMMING HYMNS OF SORROW
(A SOULFUL SABLE SONNET)
A treacherous trod has been this rough rugged road;
The way over which we’ve come has not been kind.
Our hopes and spirits have been tested and so has every mind;
Oh but we've never buckled under the burden of the heavy load.
Over the weary way with blood and tears, we strode;
Guided by an audacious faith and a spirit holy and sublime,
We survived the trials, tribulations and the uncertainties of the time;
Till at last, the home of the brave and the land of the free was our abode.
But now our children are being profiled and shot down in the street,
While their fathers fight wars abroad for other children’s justice and liberty;
And our grandmothers sit in their rocking chairs humming hymns of sorrow.
Today another mother will stand over a dead child and wearily weep;
For when all is said and done, the child died dreadfully due to his own criminality:
How long will our communities be likened to cells of prisoners living on death's row?
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
Tonight, I miss God, though I doubt he IS;
All sense of Providence stripped away
Like my wife’s gray smock last time I saw her
Walking naked and welted to showers
From whence the sole cleansing is soul release
From this chamber of horrors which now is
Our life. Dirty Jood they now call me,
Spitting, and striking my dignity down.
The world around me seems strange viewed through
Coiled concertina razor wire,
Cut-off, as it were, from all engagement
With beauty, birds, billowing clouds, blessings.
O God, departed One, return delight’s
Remembrance in Redemption, if You care!
© 2016 David W. Palmer
Copyright © David Palmer | Year Posted 2016
First of all, Grandma left us.
Now Grandma’s gone to be with the Lord
But thank God I know better.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?
I could pour out all the questions
But thank God, I know better.
It’s just a playback of the same old
Why You? Why Now? Why Lord?
Sufficient whys till infinite eternity
But thank God I know better.
Thank God I know better
That in Christ, it’s never goodbye
See You Later Grandma.
@SEPTEMBER 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
Copyright © Aina Oluwafisayomi | Year Posted 2017
The errors of the eyes, some very huge.
They see the sky as blue, a yellow sun.
At times, I think the eyes are nature`s stooge.
The rose has thorns; that`s nature having fun.
The eyes beguiled, the thorns are far from real.
But, then, with humans, eyes decide what`s chaste
Discriminating the heart`s good appeal
That lies inside, and eyes don`t see his taste.
Oh, there in heaven, eyes, how do you do?
Yes, tell what`s beautiful beyond the skies!
I know I scream at blood but like the hue.
I have my feelings sold when a bird flies.
Oh, curious life, are you to laughs so fun?
You have the eyes outside; you joke is done.
Copyright © Luis Estable | Year Posted 2017