GOOD FRIENDS,ONE FAMILY
Obviously we can judge without Magistrates
As life has being turning around.
In the ups and downs,
And in the midst of failures and success,
We've met a lot of people.
Some became our friends,
Some became our enemies,
And still some became our frenemies.
But we don't know the price,
We got to pay for the good friends,
who've become a family.
In the course of hard times,
And in the course of good times,
They keep us accompanied,
Without dividing their love in percentages.
Their words and actions mend our broken hearts,
So much that, we've held them with golden trusts.
And forthy as now of such strong love,
Our hearts testifies of the best gems we all have.
Which defines us as good friends,one family.
Categories:
forthy, best friend, friend, friendship,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Forthy waves fooled me
Lulled me into believing there would be warmth
I plunged in.
My heart nearly stopped.
My body nearly frozen
In the depths of this dark uninhabited lake
What if I die? I wondered
Who will find me?
No one knew I was here.
I could get a cramp.
I came out sputtering.
The woods were nearly silent.
I saw a flicker of a leaf, and then another.
My teeth were chattering.
I put my head under a second time.
It felt warmer now.
Something slid past my buttocks.
A snake?
A turtle?
Do they bite?
A fish?
It seemed warmer.
I began slowly swimming.
A little algae was on my fingers.
I gently flicked it into the waters.
Which seemed lighter now.
The sun had arrived to watch.
I swam into a natural spring.
Not hot-tub warm, but warm.
Delightful.
It was as if I owned the lake
And the woods.
It was just me and God.
I felt better than I had in years.
Deciding at that second to swim
every morning at this time while I was here.
"No one swims at this time of year!" my friend called.
Breaking my meditative ponderings.
I waved. "I do!" I called.
He waved and walked back to the house.
Leaving me to my magical thoughts.
Categories:
forthy, water,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Time brings along a change, & change brings along a time.
A Black Man ran for President, an he won.
This is an historical time.
One hundred & forthy four years have pass since our bondage & chains.
A brother with a swagger & eloquently spoken, embrace his name.
Barack Obama...Barack Obama, say it with confidence.
Barack Obama!...Barack Obama!, a name that can inspire our kids.
With an assurance: that through education with determination
anything & everything is possible.
Put their faith in God first an they can...accomplish...the illogical.
With the ability to dare to dream.
Forthy five years ago a Great Man had a theme.
An it begins with: "I have a dream."
With this said: change is good no matter the how.
My Black People I want ya'll to stand, cuz we have Change,
so please take a bow.
Change...is Good.
Categories:
forthy, black-african amereducation, change,
Form: I do not know?