Gladys T. Smith was never happy or joyful about anything.
Her life was full of drugs, needles, anger and hate.
All three of her children wrote this obituary for the woman.
The devil, who was our mother.
She was not kind to a neighbor, stranger or pet.
She used the belt when she could, chasing off anyone decent.
We grew up resentful and alone; no one came to our aid.
The best thing we can say about her is, she did not drown us.
Categories:
smiths, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
The word smiths are the poets and the writers.
Sometimes they make your days even brighter.
All because they can make your daily loads seem lighter.
Yes the word smiths can either make you laugh, and smile.
They can even succeed in making you cry.
Causing salty tear drops to freely flow from your
sorrow laden eyes.
They can make your problems seem to almost magically
disappear. By seeing their own reflections in your mirror.
They know your suffering and your inner most pain.
Doing their very best to explain the game of life to others
such as you.
The word smiths seek to inform and enlighten you
according to their own particular views and mind sets.
Often they look at the whole wide wonderful world
we live in with "rose colored glasses." By seeking
enlightenment for the media's masses.
The word smiths of this blue planet earth we fondly
refer to as our home. Would be completely lost
without their fellow readers and writers.
Where else would they have to offer for inspiration?
Is it sad there is not freedom of the press in
every nation?
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 02, 2020
Categories:
smiths, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Narrative
Stone quarry
Stone quarryman
Stone worker
Quarry worker
Quarry labourer
Stone mason
Stone chisel
Cold chisel
Metal worker
Whitesmith
Silversmith
Tinsmith
Goldsmith
Blacksmith
Wordsmith;
Black art
Word art
Categories:
smiths, art, jobs, words, work,
Form: List
Tap, rack, bang
It's too late
The gun jammed
Wait
Take my aim
Breathe out flames
You are damned
Prey
You're no mate
You're a saint
Use your hands
Pray
I am fake
You create
For your sake
Categories:
smiths, art, creation,
Form: Rhyme
She struggles with a pen
She is castrated man
Your manic, damned nightmare
She's a dickless sychophant
Overgeneralize
You've fallen for a lie
You're so hopelessly blind
She wields you as a knife
She will cut herself open
She will make you stay, watch it
She will do it again
As long as you're her man
You are not her boyfriend
You are not her husband
She is not your savior
Save your prayers later
You will cut yourself open
But she will not stay, watch it
Categories:
smiths, art, black love, creation,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I've got to ask-
And can't help but exhort aloud
Am I haunted, Rask?
In this aging house
Where my granny passed
Grandpa died in this room
Marks were left of you
It's about time that I moved
We have a little boy
And a little girl
Or am I paranoid?
My bones ache just to stir
My niece,
My friend,
And I
In my bedroom
My niece,
My friend,
And I
Taking pictures
My niece,
My friend,
And I
I feared a ghost
That I
could see,
Clear as the day
We went to hide
It followed us,
Shiver, resile
I saw that girl beside
My niece, my friend
Don't be afraid
I'm terrified
Categories:
smiths, grief, growing up, health,
Form: Free verse
They were haunting me
And now they want to be
Engraved
In stone
Somewhere
But hardly will I share
What they made me
We aren't as open as they think
We are closed books
The writer waits for me
Life is better when
Those voices that you keep
Sing in harmony
Together, company
And if you want to be like them
Look like the innocent flower,
but be the serpent underneath
You whore,
Georgia
You were everything that I could eat
But you never nourished me
I ing starved
I ing starved
I crashed my car
I ing starved
You ing coward
Now I weep
For others will say the same of me
Categories:
smiths, health,
Form: Free verse