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Details | Couplet |

This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007

Details | Italian Sonnet |

Greet the Sun

Shall raw and bleeding wounds gape wide for thee
and overcoat each new parchments’ page?
Are thee foul succubus seeking a sage
undead and living vicariously?

Shall another’s soul flow unbound to thee
like a courtesan released from her cage
each tomes rich with crimson text overlaid.
So alone, thee can dine veraciously?

Shall life come a courting as thy subject?
Nay, lance the ripe boil of lassitude.
Purge thy barren cloister genuflect.

Author thine own life thee are not destitute.
Expand into the world, let life project.
Arise, pale spirit and the sun exude.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009

Details | Bio |

The Sun Rises, I Lay Me Down

It's seven A.M., the sun is up, the fields are covered in snow.
I'm 57 years old, and sick, and I ought to know...'
What ravages my body so??
Inflicts me witn such pain?
I have pain meds I don't wish to use,
They can lead to harder stuff,
As far as i am  concerned,
Pain is but an awareness tool,
To let us knoe we need help,
And not there just for fun...
And trust me, friend,
Fun I have not...
As I at last prefare for bed.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | Quatrain |

A Warm Cozy Sweater

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

Rainy days can't even bring down my spirits
I'm meant to live life on a high
I see nothing but positive signs every day
Of love and bright sunny skies

This can't be true, I've heard people say
One can't be upbeat every day
Once in a while, there gotta be sad things
You encounter along the way

Of course they're right, but the difference is
I don't let them get me down
They are all a part of this thing we call living
It's my choice to smile not frown

The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater

@Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |

Sun God's Original Idea

I'm not much of a writer,
more of an activist,
a doer,
timeless doing.

Anyway, my Yang side,
which you AnthroTribes might recognize as EcoJustice,
emerges from my PositiveYin/NegativeYin Balancing 
compassionate/revenge YinFractal-Dialectical DiPolar
negative co-relational,
co-arising side.

Just as my Yin Compassionate/Immune Empathetic/Aptic Elation
emerges through my YangJustice body of light
evolving nutritional emergence of TaoBalance Time

because both Justice and Compassion/Revenge merge 
thru essential basic-empathic-trust/immunity human relationships 
of political health-equity 
incarnating balance of cooperative/competitive EcoNormic Judgment MedicinePowers.

My YangJustice brings your Moose Medicine.
My YinCompassion brings us ecosystemically balancing Owl Medicine--
nutrition sucking root system
anchored in universal (0)-soul bicameral compost,
we share in this same metric universal soul-sense
that we mutually derive healthy balance
from RNA/DNA phylogeneric site structures.

Compassion and justice 
are each most revengefully abundantly incarnated
when they remain balanced between Love of Other
as NotNot Self,
as Yang Loves YinYin MidWay Tipping Point EcoJustice Balance,
confluence with diversifying evolutionary health-trends,
political complementarity as economic-ecological mutual subsidiarity
of relationship;
get revenge best by becoming more even-handed,
givelifeforward advantage over mindless vengeful satiation,
further imprisoning already imprisoned-troubled hearts
with more sun-drenched nutritional potential.

Too much confluent powers of political justice
bunching up in calcifying ego- and anthro-centers
of increasingly negative political and economic health outcomes,
leads toward totalitarianism,
or a more resonant resolution 
of increasingly dissonant climatic conditions,
compassionate revenge of all Earth’s Tribes,
gratefully, with profoundly empathic nutritional trust,
allowing AnthroNature to rejoin 
our together EarthTribe Humaning Race to Balanced EcoJustice.

In PermaCulture Design,
in aboriginal cultures,
in metaphysics,
in theology,
in biology,
in regenerative systems theory,
there is this question,
or expectation shyly waiting within David Bohm’s Implying Natural Order
following Original Intent
on Earth
as in internal Host ProGenitor,
embryonic matriarchal womb born of DNA-syntax compost,
healthy political/economic climate of co-mentoring gift-it-forward messiahship.

This question of co-empathic health-trust/anti-trust-pathology balance
in-between political justice as economic ecological co-passion,
flows as primordially as the question of life’s enduring meaning or purpose.
Our Original Creation Question goes back
to discern an intentional healthy-balance nutritional planting-planetary infrastructure
for the meanings and purposes we choose to regeneratively practice,
and know as health v pathological imbalance
even without ethical intelligence,

Robert Norton refers to Original Intent communication strings
as erupting from an enthymematic communication source;
Original Intent,
like Basic Attendance,
and Political/Economic (0)-sum ego-interest empathic trust,
evolves richly, even optimally,
nutritious investment exchange building
while maintaining absence of mutual alienation
so long as WinWin choosing reiterative relationship.

Enthymematic means before the syllogism
or meme
or communication string,
or relationship
or transaction
or explication,
before LeftBrain participation,
before language but not before feeling,
compassionate and revengeful,
and all emotional landscapes between.

A mutually subsidiary listening intent
diastatically embracing each word’s meaning,
each message’s purpose, 
with abundant health-regenerating efficacy. 
The right justice/compassion/getting toward healthy,
rather than pathology of “vengeance is mine”
or “retaliation is our right”
to “mutual empathic trust is our political/economic might”.
The right message
for each right person
at each right moment
for each right event.

Putting these two ideas together,
Original Intent and Enthymematic Communication,
supports Original Intent of information creation
erupts from gratitude
as essential trust response to the possibility,
the hope,
of fair and compassionate relationships,
having a new or continuing power with another,
and/or against another.

Enthymematic communication’s
original intent
is rooted in my warm light hope
toward empathic trusting power with another.

An ethical political/economic value system
is rooted in Original Intent hope
of mutual gratitude
for basic empathic trust
in warm light’s mindbody nutrition.

My Original Intent
in AnthroLanguage speaks of gratitude
for Earth as Host
of and in PermaCultural RightBrain Landscapes,
gratitude for healthy relationships with people,

without sufficient compassionate balance,
does not breed gratitude,
but does breed feelings of marginalization,
and aggressive behaviors as "revenge"
and/or "defiance".

Just as revenge, 
rather than sufficient compassion for defiant behavior,
breeds further defiance and fear of violence, anger, hate,
absence of co-empathic trust.

My Original Intent of Earth's justice 
is healthy regenerativity;
ecotherapy where such rights of equitable gratitude
are not yet fully matured

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Racing with the Sun

Identifying as a Taoist-Christian hybrid,
a polypath feasting on root systems
of East meets West
Right greets Left
Yin embraces Yang
does not make me a good Christian
or a good Taoist.

However, these permaculturing designs
on polyculturing polypathic sensory-neural healthy outcomes
do seem to help me become the best
transregenerational evolving Taoist-Christian
I can imagine
and care for with gratitude,
peaceful empathic trust
as both sufficiency of political power
with cooperative nutritional economic enrichment practice,
orthodoxy of experiential non-violent unitarian intent.

Yang without Yin,
an angry fire-breathing SunGod 
of vengeful omnipotent wrath--
universally frustrated fertility.
Yin without Yang
becomes a whimpering wilting virgin
without hope of ever giving birth
or even experiencing pleasure with integrity
in Her cell-bound reiteratively ruminating purgatory.

But Earth abhors this double-binding vacuum,
absence of healthy prime-binomial abundance
as light not bilateral-square rooted through past and future 
fades dual dark.

To become full-bicameral poli-economically humane
is to empathically trust
not only Nature's absence of absent primal 
nature/spirit relationship,
but to enrich maturation by fertilizing these primal hybrids,
health as loving life's intention,
yang as yin's bilateral reiteration,
trusted PolyNomials actively evolving co-empathic notnot PolyPaths
until we together emerge through this Great Transition
belonging to and with Earth's Tribes
(0)-sum prickly-goos (Alan Watts)
Convex fractal Concaves (Buckminster Fuller)
universal unitarians (UUA)
ecopolitical revolutionaries of co-empathic trust
that love conquers evil through dipolar absorption
as evil defeats love
through over-yanged monocultural exertion.

Love and co-arising pleasure grow
as long-suffered excesses of mutual immune mistrust give way
to all colors matter
as all octave frequency balances and harmonies materialize resonant experience
more positively meaningful to us than their dissonance,
as all lives and deaths matter,
and not only anthrocentric lives,
not only biocentric lives;
we materialize-incarnate most optimally as ecoconscious lives
and deaths
within Earth's great multicultural co-empathic arias of operation
perpetually revolving ecocentric dance.

It is a monoculturing pace
of human ecopolitical race
suboptimizing historical-cultural distrusts of racism
for our ultimately promised polyculturing peace
waiting within our great transitioning wings.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Sun Rises

I'd been the fire in the rain
the sun in the storm 
I'd been everywhere
and nowhere 

my broken back arched
once in defiance,
a monk chanted and
the moon stood still 

I told him, 
don’t pray for me I am a
godless goddess
the white fire burns in me 
and no other

through a tongue-less mouth
I screamed for release
into the otherworld
having a million words to say
I was speechless


the sun rises in me again
healing my wounds 
the answer to my cries 
I am free again to dream

my monk friend,
take my hands feel my faith
my broken back now healed
arches in exaltation

I dance on moonbeams
sliding the light of beauty 
dream catchers spin with 
the sound of my first word

I am reborn and new once more
only my joy will be the death of me

Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |


It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.

Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2011

Details | Political Verse |

Sabbath Morning Harvest

Who am I today?
as I rise out to play
at being again
this ego I  entertained yesterday
with passion plays
creation stories
epic one-day opera
folding into Northern Autumn yet again unfolding.

Who would I choose to harvest
yet again this day?
one affectionately loyal advocate
within this day's EarthTribe Council,
considering what we have economically and politically,
relationally and transactionally,
polypathically and integratively perspired,
co-empathic trust
that LeftBrain's Golden Truths and Aging Principles of Nature-Spirits
will blend with RightBrain's (0) Ecologically 4D Static/Diastatic
with RNA as regenerative ecopolitical evolutionary
Positive = Health RootSystemic CoOperative Bias.

Who are we again this Northern Autumn Climate Day?
nesting with this Sabbath family
working toward having yet another
We are EarthTribe's best
when we play together
celebration day,
yet sometimes liturgically singing and dancing child co-reweaving opportunities
to rebuild infinite loves
within humane as Earth's graced naturally ecological systems,
remembering our bilateral dipolar embryonic
WinWin EcoPolitics of CoNutritional Redemption
as PermaCultural Design and Development
of healthy internal,
as external,
regenerating Sabbath wonder landscapes.

Who are we this another potential Sabbath Day?
as we rise out to continue
our Revolutionary Positive CoOperation
for optimizing nutritional rewards
while minimizing multicultural demise
of ecobalancing DNA/RNA Solidarity Tribes
for/of Life.

Who am I today?
as We rise out to ecopolitically celebrate,
sometimes worship, EarthTribe's Sabbath
where grows polyculturing gardens
and organically autumn-climaxed farms
and beloving (0) silent attendance cooperatives,
and on-line WinWin ecopolitical networks
emerging Tribal WinWin regenerative Play,
We-Humane children surrounded by sacred healthy treasures,
gifted commonly toward each other with helpful,
less condemning, intent,
from and for and of our Elders
borrowed for this Sabbath Day,
to return gifting ecologically forward
for our future EarthTribal regenerative,
politically cooperative, re-assurance,
of co-investment
within this EarthTribal falling harvest and discernment Day.

Who am I today?
as We rise out toward healthier,
more full-octave resonant, Epic Sabbath Revolutions
spreading across our co-empathic trusting hearts
as ecological mindbody memories
of God's intrinsically self-optimizing embodied health,
this Sabbath
as YHWH increasingly spells DNA/RNA Prime (0) Relational EcoBalance
and smells of fragrant Yang/YinYin
WinWin Green polypathic ultra-violet 
eco-nutritionally fertile flow-ers
from past Paradise Garden ReMemory
within EarthTribe's root systemic health emergence.

How do we remember 
to include in EarthTribe play,
this Epic Revolutionary Golden Childhood Day?
of Sabbath pray as play
as YHWH's co-regenerating work,
multiculturally shared economic with political vocations
spread across this Earth Sabbath Autumn Harvest Day.

Political Sciences and Arts both empower and disempower
as Positive and sometimes TooNegative Power Politics.
Because of this appositional dipolarity
within regenerative science and arts,
held apart from degenerative falling-apart, 
eisegetically sub-optimal,
non-primal pseudo sciences
and subterranean darker paranoid artistic expressions
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
politicians and political scientists
would best make explicit
how and why we are for empathic ecopolitical trust
and against returning to darker ecological mistrust climates
of monoculturing terrorism of Earth ourselves,
and our paranoid enculturation historic stories
of survival of the fittest omnipotent God
the AngryFearful too-dominant SunYHWH Yang
pre-DNA/RNA Yang/Yin solidarity
multiculturing bilateral regenerative ecopolitical light
dipolar co-arising dualdark poly-scientific NOW
of timelessly eternal revolving time.

Who are we this Northern Autumn Day?
as we rise out to PermaCulturally Play
designing and developing 
self-regeneratively healthy multiculturing Sabbaths,
BiCameral Landscapes,
Healthy from Pathologically-Trending Climates.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Details | Monorhyme |

Crazy World Of Skin Colour

Some dark-skinned people seek to lighten their skin colour
By applying skin creams to make themselves fairer
Most of these creams have some chemical matter
That can cause serious health problems later
Their use is common in countries like India
Where beauty and fair skin tone go together
Girls are encouraged to avoid too much exposure
To the sunshine which can make their skins darker

But some white-skinned people who are born fairer
Are not satisfied with their natural skin colour
And wilfully seek more sunlight exposure
To get a tan and make their skins darker
For them, a skin that is darkened looks better
And is more beautiful than their natural colour
Yet, for white people, sunlight overexposure
Can lead to a deadly form of skin cancer

Some animals like to wallow in muddy water
Which when dried can change their outer colour
But this serves as a temperature regulator
And keeps off skin pests of one form or another
Animals do not seek to change their skin colour
To consciously make themselves fairer or darker
Such weird action is purely human in nature
In this crazy world of people's skin colour

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Sun Bleats

That which would make me a cog in the machine , 
dragoon me into a lethal automaton
	be left in the walls of sleep.

As the sun bleats in fear of crowds &
the sparrows call w-/in a ring of fire.
	Let the world spin on thru space's 
quagmire sinking ships in the velvet ink 
	on the writer's hand. Or let the 
chase end w-/ hands holding crystal ducks &
 chunks of lung, held by the prism of 
	your stare.

	To dance swirling down the drain 
as another matter for the brain to tick 
as a clock tocks out seven days to review 
& recall all infected packets of nurofen.

	Prescribing Anti-psychotics for a mild case
of the flu while the fever dreams strike 
	drowning in clay & blank doll faces.

As my daughter will drink only the finest wine 
& my son will make all the other children cry 
w-/ the malice of his fingers.
	In the first flash of a passionate love
affair , feather light, beating as two hearts 
revolve round the moon lit stage. 

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Blank verse |

where was I

Where was i(poetry)

The sun rises and sets everyday
To bring joy and sadness
A puppy is to be a dog with time
A chick would grow to a mother hen or a cock
Even trees would get old and die if not hurted by human work so early
But have never heard of the sky growing old
Have never heard of the moon developing scale
 The Sun has always remained a beautiful mother
But my heart meditates endlessly where i was before this hard to bear planet
And am not sure if is where i would return
But have brought nothing to this planet
And am leaving with Nothing on my side

Copyright © ojok james ooo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |


Skin textured as bark,
From daily sun exposure,
Prematurely old.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet |

Fog Reviving

Awaking to painful swollen hands, feet, and legs
Thoughts fill head of what to prepare for breakfast_some eggs?

Go to prepare me some coffee to sit on porch
Just few minutes to linger in God's love before sun scorch

Wonderful foggy morn glad I am not driving
Thick fog could cut with knife for me fog reviving

A golden sun sends beams radiating through fog
Doves coo for a long while other birds chip_no crickets_frogs

Slowly reality sets in my morn begins
Some breakfast has to be prepared life's tasks start once again

Thank you for a time on the porch of peace quiet
To jot down few thoughts before the days noise unquiet  

Something called poulter's measure
12/14 syllables per line in rhyming couplets
Inspired by Francine's contest not an entry

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012

Details | Monorhyme |

Mr. Sun

Mr. Sun 
Standing next to you I shimmer
Your handsome face next to mine, we’re winners
Your hot body keeps me warm in the winter
With you I need margaritas, break out the blender
Thank you for the natural highlights that make my hair glimmer
You make me beautiful, ready for the big spenders
When you really heat up, I lose my appetite so much I need suspenders
You give me so much joy, I’m living in splendor
I can’t wipe the smile off my face when you’re out, I’m no pretender
When you shine on me, I become a fast sprinter
Standing next to you Mr. Sun, I shimmer.

Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010

Details | Concrete |

Blue Fire

Blue Fire

I watch the fire before I slept,only thinking of you only wishing to be by you more.But I know life is to short to keep in the past tonight I shall watch the blue flames die and watch the sun rise tomorrow.As I think of my life as a new beginning and my last the old me dies.There is more to life then how I use to live,But as those flames die out I die as well to be reborn all over again so I can truly understand what it means to die and be reborn.This is and will be the day were we split,I do not want to remember any of the bad but all of the good and that is how it will be.Though you shall be in my heart I shall be moving on.For when the blue flames die away so will the old me So when the sun rises I will be born again.

Copyright © Marcedies Rhodes | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

Life's Tree

I sit with leaves falling from the tree
Of lives sun rays shining on me
The way time flies with no time to see
They way they drop so carelessly 

Oh life so short with no time to spare
To leave this place with nothing to share
Only one chance to sit under there
Watching them fall without a care

They float to the ground like the falling snow
With all my seeds still left to sow
There is no choice when it is time to go
As quickly as the sun will melt the snow

While under the tree make it last
The leaves fall quick
 And the wind blows fast

Copyright © Steve Crabtree | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

The sun is shining

The sun is shining!
27th January 2017
By The new mad Author

The sun is shining, oh so bright.
Someone’s heard my news alright.
That must be why the sun is out.
Of that there can be no doubt.

Today, the specialist said to me.
My brain’s CT scan seems healthily.
I mean for someone of my age.
Its shrunken state is all the rage.

If it shrinks anymore you’ll see.
My brain cell will be like a pea.
Shrivelled up not much in size!
As it is not, I’ll shout in surprise.

Now as my brain cell is fit and ready to go.
I’ll let it continue with its flow.
Of instructions from brain cell to hand with pen.
So I can write my prose again.

Not as in repeating myself twice.
As that would surely not be nice.
No, just a few words, I will write.
To prove my brain cell is alright.

And on that note, I’ll say good night.
At least my brain cell got that right

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Mama ! Whats Wrong With Me

mama !  whats wrong with me
crawling on this floor on bended knees
a bucket a towel and kleenix for when I sneeze
injections where the sun doesn't shine or glee

please tell me mama what was given to me
emergency visits and sirens for all to come run and see
test and more test without any answers given to thee
is it unknown or was this meant for this to be
my sickness I have deep inside thats stops me from running free

mama how could you have given this to me
was it through your dna or excitment to its fifth degree
or was it too much sun in the eyes for I beg and plea
mama what have I've done to deserve these nasty heaves

mama please help me help me please
three days of hell to its fullest degree
is not what I want for the world to see
of me  lying on the floor as I beg and plea
mama please help me help me please

for last 25yrs I have been suffering 
with unknown illness that prevents me
 from having a full life and took me away from
being a full time mom to my jenny I have to take 
injections that make me stop throwing up 
to 3 days and meds makes me sleep 
up to 9 hours sometimes
this sickness is called CVS   
{cyclic vomiting syndrom}
found in children 
and now adults too 
mostly women

no cure no remedy 
just things to help ya through the night
oh what fun    LOL              


Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

A past setting Sun

A day has passed with a setting sun risen once more
Washed away all traces of last night it did
When stained across the leaves . . . one tear from my eye unbroken 
Fallen in a screaming one million times over again through teeth shut tightly
Again all over once more it falls
Falls and tears asunder the earth beneath my feet
Leaving a gaping maw behind
Hungry to swallow all of me it does, has done, will do if I dare to sleep
If I . . . if

Wherein did the night go, if at all? I ask
For still beneath this sun holding its light fast and tightly
I stand above the broken earth in shadows deep
Born of lavender run to deepening sorrows
As if the air all around me could speak, would speak, will speak
Already has cried out to scream like this wailing soul stuck inside my chest
Scream to echoing everything!!
Everything that I am, have been, will be, ever was . . . could ever be
To pay and spare this pain I see yawning before my brother’s broken life

And there it is,
The why of the darken cloud
Hanging above me weeping tears across my soul
Echoes, echoes really, just echoes
Of the shrieking in my heart
The crying unwashed tears breaking across my waking mind
Thundering like a thousand waves crashing across the sea
To . . . 
To smash through my unconscious mind like . . .
Like a past setting sun

When it will rise no more

Copyright © Neal Freeland | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |

In Spite of a Rising Sun

In spite of this rising, darkening sun
I will bathe in the rays of the brightest light
And stare straight at the source
To prove that I will not lay down to die
Or lie paralyzed

I will dance beneath the brightness
of a million tanning salons being burned to the ground
And sing songs over the sounds of their collapse
To show that I will not go without resistance

Copyright © Adam Burmeister | Year Posted 2005

Details | Narrative |

Coal Miners

From sun up to sun down, they worked all day,
but down in that hole they always slaved,
light from a lantern, is all they had,
and quitting time really made them glad.
Coal dust covered them from head to toe,
and year after year it hurt them so.
No other jobs could be found back then,
Sons, and fathers, enemy, and friend.
Safety standards were not the best back then,
time was the enemy of the coal miner men.
Cave-in's were common in that cold wet tomb,
where they spent their days, surrounded by gloom.
Times have changed, things are better today,
but still they are in danger, no matter how safe.


Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007

Details | Couplet |

Give me some skin

Give me some skin
(from the sun's point of view)
By Franklin Price

Give me some skin, this is me the old sun
You may not like it, but you are the one
Chose you when young, to put to the test
Your skin is the kind that I like the best

Long ago when  I found you with  fair epiderm
I shed my light on you  to test for the germ
Made keratoses appear, you were then barely grown
You're now an old man, so much more you have known

Basal cell carcinomas, squamous too I have brought
Dermatologists remove them; they are medically taught
They freeze them and scrape them, put  them to the knife
Then I bring on some more; what a wonderful life.

Almost fifty years I have taken your skin
Almost always outside, but one time within 
To your left arm pit, a squamous I sent 
Was cut out, radiated and to chemo you went

I've tried my best to disrupt your days
You better use sun screen to block out my rays
Better wear long sleeves and a wide brimmed old hat
You know I'll still find you, I know where you're at 

I'll keep coming for you,  even though you are old
The damage is done, in your youth I was bold
If you want to get older, protect your skin when outside
Continue your treatments, it's been a helluva ride

My reply to the sun: 

You've done your best to damage my hide
When young had no sunscreen when going outside
No lotion or potion to stop ultra-V
Didn't know you were searching for little old me

I'll never stop fighting, I hope you had fun 
I hope you are pleased with the damage you've done
To live with the scars you have left my old friend
Lets me know I'm still here and will continue to win.

Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2017