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My Share
Author Dana Redricks
September 13, 2014
I’ve had my share of pain.
I’ve had my moments in the rain.
Some moments were happy,
And some were a strain on the brain.
Rainy days will come, and
Rainy days will go, and sometimes
Tears will flow.
It is through the trials of our
Tears;
The moments we’ve had.
Throughout the years; we’ve gained
Joy from some, and we’ve learned
From others.
Some lessons are taught, and
Some lessons are brought.
There will be many battle we’ll
Fight, and many battles we’ll win,
And many battles we’ll lose
But on this day we went on
Learning how to walk, and eventually
Gaining the strength to run.
Reflect on this, the teacher said
We’re on this earth until we’re dead.
So while we’re here don’t wait for fame
Or any monetary gain
With knowledge and some common sense
You’ll find financial recompense
For information is the key
To gaining independency
So sit up straight and please take heed
I’ll give you everything you need
To steer you through your doubts and fears
Until your last remaining years
And as you cross lifes troubled seas
These lessons learned will aid and ease
Your path and help you find your way
Now that is all I have to say
So face the front and look at me.
We’re going to learn our A B C
In money we believe.
In superstition we trust.
Fill the offering basket
And present yourself for duty.
Preach fire to your Facebook choir
And get your social media fix
With sacramental podcasts and tweets
From the pantheon of agitprop.
Videotape your obsessions
For anonymous voyeurs’ delight.
Let Tik Tok compel your attention
As your mind fills the void it deserves.
Arouse your conspiracy’s fervor
On the way to gaining likes and shares,
While the women and the children
Fall in on the refugee trail.
Soon your ego’s grown bloated
Like those dead army mules
Lying by the side of the road
In a war correspondent’s photo.
If your house gets egged
On the first day of war,
You can expect that escalation
Is just a hand grenade away.
"The wind is the pounding of my heart."
By Constance La France
In the crowd I saw someone
Quite handsome, all in a haze, so filmy
Nothing did I see clearly
But a pair of love lit eyes riveted on me
My heart began pumping fast and beating
As a soft wind fleeing past me
Did my face grow pale?
Or got colored by a blush?
I lowered my eyes and looked away…..
But I saw him advancing
Coming straight to me
My heart began to race,
Like a wind gaining force
My breath got hitched.
My lips went dry and parched.
I didn’t hear what he asked.
Words got stuck in my throat!
As by a whirl wind twirling around me,
Felling trees and snapping power lines,
My words flew away and I lost all connections…..
Unable to move or utter a word!
Felt butterflies in my stomach.
A tremor took over my hands and legs,
Like a tornado shaking me from foot to crown.
Beads of sweat appeared on my brow.
My mind went blank.
Forgot where I was, got frozen in time.
All I could hear was the pounding of my heart,
Like the whooshing of a storm in mad fury
August.5.2022
Let Your Muse be Inspired- R form Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
~ PLACED FIRST~
For my second Covid birthday
Nature surely did its duty
For providing me (and others)
With a day of perfect beauty.
Did my early morning walking
As the sun began to rise,
Hearing birds belt out their greetings
Under glowing orange skies.
Spent the afternoon just strolling
Through the paths of Central Park,
Where the trees are all a’blossom
After months of being dark.
There were bicycles and children
And musicians on the sax,
Also joggers, dogs and picnics;
It was time to just relax.
I could see the city waking
From its sad pandemic dream.
There’s a long way left to go
But slowly, hope is gaining steam.
Now I’m back beside the river,
On a bench beneath the sun,
Feeling happy on my birthday
And the day is still not done!
Treading on topic the logical man fears,
So potent it's like a ringing in his ear,
Its a stomp on his stomping ground without your knowledge,
Of even knowing the affect of its topic,
Defenses rise from an outward view,
While inside the process of growth is becoming brand new,
The boldness of that love is changing their belief,
From a different perspective they may have not seen,
So use to their own outlook, the fear of change,
The comfortable is getting uncomfortable because it's not the same,
Perspectives clash, their seeing new light,
Yet this is part of the process of gaining new sight,
The doors opened in a way unexpected,
Man's control takes a seat, while love redirects it,
Every morning it’s my habit not so new
of drinking from a brimful cup,
the piping hot reviving brew,
as from bed I listlessly get up.
I try various types of tea and their progeny,
herbal, green, brown and even spicy,
get the satisfaction of a low degree,
often the sip becomes dicey.
Gaining simple pleasure from concoction,
I get to think is not my cup of tea,
until in the Himalayan hill station,
I taste the famous Darjeeling delicacy.
The aroma of golden liquid delights my sense,
drives me to go on a drinking spree,
turns me into an addict of its pleasure hence,
enthuses me to drink everyday a cup of this tea.
_______________
February 10, 2023
Contest : A Simple Pleasure
Sponsored by : Julia Ward
Slaves has limitations
In their thinking and actions
Their life is full of
Poverty and illiteracy
They don't have a reason of life
So they cherish vanity
They don't know their right
So do not know the cause to fight
They see nothing wrong
Even though they are into
Oppression and affliction
They see themselves inferior
And see others to be superior
So they don't have respect
For their own kind
They search all their life
And there is nothing to find
They rely on others for feed
For they can not satisfy their need
They work all their life
Without gaining nothing
For they think
They will die and go to heaven
Author Dana Redricks
October 11, 2024
To have loved is a treasure, a gift finely spun, far richer than silence, where hearts come undone. With each brand-new chapter, with every embrace, we gather the fragments, we find our own place.
Through laughter and heartache, through joy and despair, with every connection, we learn how to care, and just be there. In the dance of emotions, we stumble and rise, gaining wisdom through wonder, through tears and through sighs.
Each moment's a teacher, each memory a guide, pointing us gently to passions inside. We learn to hold tight to the dreams we've conceived, and to fight for our loves, for the hopes we've believed.
With every encounter, our spirits expand, like flowers unfolding, we reach for the stars. We discover our voices, our strength we will rise. Finding beauty in struggle, in the storm.
So cherish each heartbeat, embrace every scar, for love, in its essence, will take us quite far. It’s better to have loved, to weather the storm, than to drift in the shadows, the heart never warm.
In the tapestry woven, through joy and through grief, we gain the deep knowledge, the sweet sense of relief. To love, to be loved, is the essence of life. A radiant journey through both bliss and through strife.
Some relationships are for strengthening us, and one we gain new confidence. Either we can let it make us stronger, or we can let it break us.
But whatever we take from it, let each experience help us grow, and love better and love stronger. With letters of love. “L” is for learning, “O” is for overcoming optical, “V” is victorious, and “E” is for every heartbeat.
I think
Which takes my mind to the brink
I think I'm the one that don't belong
Same old song
Don't fit
So alone I sit
If I stay away from people, they won't be so mad.
Makes me sad
Mayby they are right
I'm a dark light
But I see
No one can be free
Could be
That it is not me
They are angry, at what I don't know
That part does not show
Just if they are mad
Maybe sad
Glad
There is no happy pill
For their ill
Desire to want more
They hate being poor
They seem to hate being who they are
Not being able to reach their star
I don't know why
I can feel them cry
Mad cause they feel they fail
Lost inside their own personal jail
Can't read no mind
But I find
You walk by
I feel you cry
Mostly I see the rage
Angry at their lifes stage
Perhaps minimum wage
Everything
And all that that will bring
Hate is the season
Looking for a reason
The world is a pot
It's getting hot
So much rage is going to blow
Will not be a pretty show
This is the world I see
From which I flee
I do not wish to be a part
Breaks my heart
Hiding in my well
Yet I can tell
Mankind is walking on thin ice
Once we knew how to be nice
Lend a hand
We used to understand
Loves beautiful band
Do not know how to fix this
Closer comes this fate
Love falls to hate
Too late
Hate is the seed they sow
I can see it grow
I watch with a tear
Some fear
Head held down
I see mankind start to drown
Hate gaining speed
The need
We feed
Sadness rules
Fools
I feel love will loose this fight
Mankind falls into the forever night
Lost is the light
No going back
Once hate wins the attack