Pencil strokes blacken the page
Crowds blur out around the scene
White leaf enlivened by sword and magic
Heroes journey through the frames
Worlds arise from fingertips
Ink spill out as though blood
Ink can't stain a wounded art
Fingers mar those black-lined strokes
Frames a prison from the crowd
Thoughts withheld remain white
Magic blur out from the scenes
Parchment smudged in pencil dust
A friendship is a reminder.
We are not alone on our journey.
Edward J. Ebbs - 03/01/2025
He came so pure but lured to fall
To earth with tears, with fears he left
When you have found your dream, do not forget:
Be kind, for others may not have theirs yet.
When the byline was my line, I soared past the skyline
When my line was the bye-line, I boarded the Sioux Line ...
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Note: The 'Sioux Line' was a railroad line that ran between
Illinois and Wisconsin in the 20th century. Its trains
were known as 'milk trains,' because they traveled
in the wee hours of the morning, and they stopped
at every stop... It used to take 14 hours to travel
from Wheeling, IL to Hayward, WI. (I did it twice.
What an experience!).
Trump's another Hitler
Mike Pence, a racist
America's a slave plantation
Accusations, the basest
Shootings and murders are rising
So let's defund the police
Since jails breed hardened criminals
Let's call for instant release
Big corporations are all evil
Their wealth, confiscate
'Redistribute it fairly' --
Will Congress take the bait?
False analogies make us wince
Illogical demands do too
Woke-sters run the government
And they're coming after you
My ghetto rises from ashy streets
To clean malls and suit suites
My own rags to famous rear view status
Counting coins, chasing chaos, catching corners
Being a son of a man gone
Heart beating threw life's song
Her troubles were well hidden
Good woman she's actin'
Cast in stone and written in blood
Are the ideals of a lost nation?
Write souls encompassing truth, lips sow lies in lips to tooth
Embodying, fiction in fallacies fueled within society's description,
Paranoia: short circuit to madness
Walking around freely,
Who am I?
I’m root of a race and a culture
Controversy! Controversy!
Is social media's economy
Between two lines we walk each day,
Between two lines of fate,
Between these two eternal walls,
Until we graduate,
And some lines shiver blissful music,
While others are full of woe,
And, every now and then,
Some even start to glow,
Then, sometimes folks choose to climb,
To peer over the top,
And for these folks, their walking days,
Abruptly starts to stop,
But me, well I love to draw
My own lines all anew,
And that way with music and art and happy,
I enjoy where fate goes to.
“Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind”
The two starting lines
Keep the whole poem in
Obviously great
W. Shakespeare as a poet.
Hunger laid out its pot waiting for a harvest of grain,
But the barren land was parched, so forgotten by the rain.
All Rights Reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Don't ask me why this poem only has two lines.
He left me with these feelings no words can define.
Dreaming like an angel but to scare to take a chance
Flying like a bird but you don’t wanna take a stand
You are driving down the road alone
Listening to your mother but you never make a change
Thinking life is fine yet it’s hard to understand
Maybe you are driving on the wrong side of road
‘Cause if you can do it better
Know that your life won’t go any harder
And if your life can get any sweeter
You can make it fine, so do it now
Searching for the true love but too scared to feel the pain
Building walls around you; you think that can make you save
No matter what you said, it’s always denial for all your concerns
To know that facing all fears is not just about taking a risk
Realized that you can reach all dreams if you could just believe
‘Cause if you can do it better
Know that your life won’t go any harder
And if your life can get any sweeter
You can make it fine, so do it now
Life is about hope
No tears will fall
For you if you could only believe
My tears flow, glistening,
as I realize no one's listening.
Is it? It is! Is it? It is!
It is! Is it? It is! Is It?
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