Depression Power Poems

Impressive values,
like love,
claim resources that liberally breed
ecological
natural
physically happy health
and conservatively feed
emotional
spiritual
mentally glad wealth.

Oppressive disvalues
like homophobia and racism
and sexism and ageism
and ableism 
and monoculturing disregard
for threats...

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This brisk, sunny March morning, I return from delivering my son to his adult daycare van.  

Upon opening The Norwich Times, I delight to...

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Sanity is the domain of the intellectual
Those who lack intellect are indeed insane
The ultra-rich are happy because they feel
It is their birthright, the poor are...

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The whole world stopped turning,
and the air had run stale. 

No, I cannot lie, 
you've before heard this tale. 

A desperate endeavor,
a pathetic attempt.

I, again,...

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Do it for love 
Poetry is my life 
It heals the unseen wounds
Takes away my depression
Gives me my value in expression
Makes my day beautiful
I love...

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O how have I suffered such great graves!
I have been pierced by the swords of my kings
Injected with the liquid of their corruptions
They have rescinded...

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Desperation, draw me not like magnets pull
But once again let saneness possess me in full
Do not ravage me like a lion upon its prey
Block not...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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Gayla Speak Experiences
promote healing events
not intended to contribute to trauma
drama narratives.

Stories we tell
and trust
and thrust
and softly smile about
when we dare to leave
our stiff 
stiffling closets.

RedYang...

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Someone once said 
“The only assurances in life is death and taxes!”
I’ll let you read the fine print, I’ll send the faxes
All there is; is...

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Hearkening to community's notion, 
confines himself to violent commotion; 
Mumbling as though striken by demotion, 
stumbles to fathom out his emotion;
Hence, rumbles to drink an...

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My husband and I always enjoy visiting
GrandMother Eartha
on Mother's Day

She often shares
last night's dreams,
which too often follow rather disturbing peak experience themes

Because,
you know,
or maybe not...

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Like the sun rises by morning;
Like clouds take over by noon;
Like the winds blow from time to time;
Like the stars conquer over the night;
Like the...

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Trust is an art, difficult to learn
Takes a while to build and years to earn
A seed to nourish, a flower to bloom
A fragile thread, but...

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What is a word?
Letters, re-assurance?
Over the years, I learned the power of a word.
For years I've struggled to say no.
For years I've struggled with self...

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