A man with big dreams
Child born into slavery
With scissors in hand
I clipped to a better life
I am Alonzo Herndon
Sometimes when I imagined how the world bubbles,
I feel deep for humanity?.
For goodness sakes how can we separate between
let say the word Cam and bridge or Lon and don or
kan and Iyaka?.
It hasn't rained for a long time,
I am in a desert.
Prisoner of my own mind,
In the unknown,
Searching for loneliness,
When you live with the idea that
suffering is a feeling
You try to go there
To feel alive.
I love you Bluebird, that I do
And all the dreams I have of you
Are dreams in which you love me too
Of these I've more than just a few
If only I could show you now
How much I love you, also how
I want to show what you can't see
The fragile man inside of me
The man who wants to hold you tight
Who sometimes gets afraid at night
Who longs to hide inside your hug
Warm and safe within your love
9/11/2021
Twenty years have past
The memories strong
The tears still flow
Yes, I’ve gone and mourned the site;
Placed a rose on an unknown name,
Placed a wreath on an unknown grave.
Yes, I’ve prayed for those lost souls.
Sowed hate in my heart,
Hoping it would pass.
Planted forgiveness in my soul,
Hoping it would grow
Yes, I still hate.
Yet, I still wonder why
I need a cloth to dampen my tears.
Lon 9/11/2021
They are found in
The rising of the sun;
When dewdrops glisten
In the morning rays
When moon beams
Drift across the sky
And rainbows
Turn to gold.
When cascading winds
Breeze through the trees
And waterfalls
Crash into the sea.
A child at play
On a sandy beach.
A pretty girl
Pinning flowers in her hair.
They are what
Designs the poet;
Written words
From his inner soul.
They are what
Brings life to scenes
And butterflies
Bouncing on a breeze.
They are what motivates
Your heart and soul.
A breath of fresh air
When clouds are gray
And life seems far away.
Wake up I say, wake up!
Grab that piece of sky.
As dewdrops glisten
In the morning rays. Lon 9/8/2021
Day Dreaming Cowboy
Wish I was a cowboy
Just for you tonight
We’d Waltz and two step
Across this bar room floor
We’d put quarters in the juke box
Till they spilled upon the floor
We’d sing along with
Hank and Willy
Till they couldn’t take it anymore
I’d smother you in
Belt buckles
From my latest rodeo
I’d be the cowboy
Who rode that bull
Ten seconds more
I’d put you on a stallion
Let you lope across the
Wind swept prairies of my mind
I’d trade my Stetson
For your Levi’s
And lacy underwear
I’d place your boots
Beneath my bed
Till the little ones came
And kissed us both goodnight
I wish I was that cowboy
Just for you tonight
Lon 4/19/2021
Enough is Enough
The more we have
The more we want
When will Enough be Enough?
The more we fear
The more we want
The more tears we shed
The more tears to come
I beg of you God
When will Enough be Enough?
When there’s more on the street
There’s more to repeat
I believe it insane
The loss of so many
When will Enough be Enough
Stop playing this game
Is not for fame
Finding courage
In a six inch barrel
Is gravestone peril
When will Enough be Enough
My right to life
Precludes your right to holster
Today so Many
Tomorrow so many, many more
Why not we?
Dear God!
When will Enough be Enough?
Another eight today. My heart bleeds.
Lon 4/16/2021
Day-245 “To My Sweet Valentine”
Yes there were tears
And, yes there were fears
Yet, over the years,
There’s been plenty to cheer
For all we’ve held dear
Sometimes we’ve whined
Yet often we’ve rhymed
But a glass of wine
And a valentine kiss
Has never left us a-miss
So on this heart shaped day
I’ll give you what may
This poem as a lei
To cherish in your heart
Till life tears us apart
Happy Valentine’s Day My Love
Lon 2/12/2021 #349
Day-211 “A Simple Kiss”
There’s a weed in my back yard
It’s tall and lanky
It’s black, mean and ugly
I’ve chopped it down
three times today
each time I turn
it flares up again and again
As I was scratching my head
wondering what to do
along came a little boy
with a candy cane smile
Howdy Mr. Smith!
I see you’ve been
working hard today
just, what is it you are trying to do?
I’m trying to rid my yard
of this pesky o’l weed
I’ve chopped it down
three times today
each time I turn
it flares up again and again
With a twinkle in his eye
and a grin on his face
He said.
I betcha I can rid
it from your yard?
Would you let me give it a try?
Sure said I
If you do I’ll give you a smile
With that the little boy
with the candy cane smile
ran to my back yard and
planted a kiss on that ugly o’l weed
To my utter amazement
it wilted and died
right there on the spot
My Goodness! Said I
How on earth did you do that?
What is this magic you possess?
Where upon the little boy
with the candy cane smile
Said
You kill hate with kindness
Mr. Smith
Now, may I have my smile?
Lon 1/09/2021#315
Day-201 “Cheers”
I’m wearing black today
There is a funeral I must attend
It’s for my friend
“Good old 2020”
I’m wearing black today
Am wearing it with pride
For there is “Joy” inside
Good old 2020 has passed away
Never more shall I mourn
For Good old 2020
Was more than I could stand
So I wear black today
For the “Joy” it brings
And the smile that grows
Upon my face
Come 11:59 I’ll tear it from my back
Raise my glass and grasp
My rusty spade and
Bury Good old 2020 six feet down.
“Cheers”
Lon 12/31/2020 #308
Day-184 “A Mountain Melody”
Your majesty
In snow white crown
High above the plains you rise
I knelt and prayed that someday
I would own you for my own
America! America!
Shed some grace on thee
I will bring you jewels
From the plains
Dress your throne in velvet blue
America! America!
Shed some grace on thee
A masterpiece
A patriot’s theme
A pilgrim’s dream
“America the Beautiful”
Shed some grace on thee
Sing it loud
Sing it proud
Tis our country
Tis of thee
America! America!
Shed some grace on thee
Till nobler men once again
Shine their lights of thee
Lon 12/14/2020 #285
Day-174 “The Poet’s Fare”
Penning life differently
Is the poet’s fare
Selling metaphors
For his love affairs
Penning lines
That sing in harmony
Painting shadows
With a pen
Rafting rivers
That do not cry
Exploring mountains
That have no names
Molten lightening
On a desert plane
Thunder in the morning rain
Searching for gold
At rainbow’s end
Laughter in every line
Soldier looking for love
On red lit street
Dark and lonely is the night
Master of the Metaphor
There are yet many more
For the poet who pays the fare
Lon 12/06/2020 #277
“Summer’s Past”
Faded Thoughts
Are all I have left
Of the love we chased
The laughter we shared
While playing on that shore
In the spring time of our lives
We gave it a chance
Knowing it wouldn’t last
Knowing we had to pass
I return every once in a while
To this shore beside the sea
It replenishes my inner soul
The sounds and scents of the sea
Sandpipers to and fro
Castles in the sand
A lovely collection
Brings to mind
Of a wonderful time
The sounds and scents of the sea
Your wet body clinging to mine
Lon 12/08/2020
Day-161 “My Undraped Lover”
Around your heart there shines a light
Illuminating the love hidden inside
Around your face there shines a light
Illuminating the smile that sits upon
Once painted by Michelangelo
Often scripted by Thoreau
The aura of your artistry
The beauty of your soul
Angelic your innocence
Purity your virginity
Your Halo I adore
Let me feast upon you more
Lon 11/23/2020 # 260
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