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Ralston Rhoden Poem
Prison
Hate is like prison that holds you against the outside world
In your cage you’re held back from experiencing something new
Your life stays in the constraints of living a normal life you know
The guards are those who enforce hate thus are prisoners themselves
They bring in the new inmates daily through preaching hate to all
For some it is life or death for the guards will not let you leave
They don't let anyone in for they might allow people to escape....
To show them a world that they never knew....without violence or hate
The warden makes sure the inmates are confide and guards working
Those who escape might not make it but there are attempts...
Redemption for those who are free to make their own decisions....
Freedom to go anywhere and try anything to appease themselves
And not live in a closed world that gives us nothing new to behold
As people we were meant to see the whole world and not just part
The inmates grasp the bars of ignorance as they get used to the prison
We should show pity not hate towards our brothers and sisters
Or we begin our prison sentence....
For we are free and they are not
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Ralston Rhoden Poem
the rose
The death of winter is comes nearer and nearer as the time will pass
The indication is this moving death shows through the rose, the tree and the grass
All things die eventually and the cycle of life continues even in a beautiful rose
The first chills of winter sting the fragile skin as the wind flows....
Grabbing a single petal off the ever reliant beautiful single rose
The tree becomes many extravagant colors warning of the incoming cold
The rose still stands strong despite warnings I thought was very bold
The rose stands in defiance of its fate and still shows its still a beautiful rose
The grass stays frost bitten at the tip and gives in and not grows
The frost causes the two rosepetals to land on the grass from the beautiful rose
The tree begans to lose leaves as the seasons change course
The rose still fights to keep its beauty ignoring winter's force
The first wave of snow tenderly lands on the petals of the struggling rose
The tree stands bare when once teaming with life for it by winter was chose
The blizzard blows off a rosepetal violently of the weakened rose
The rose is down to the last petal, the last indication of life, the last fight
The rose knowns that spring is too far in sight
The roses battle will be remembered by me as the couragous rose
The rose who died in battle as everything around it froze
The final petal fell from that strong rose
I picked up the last petal from the frozen ground 10 feet away
I kept it in a book for rememberance and this is what I finally want to say
The rose petal reminds that death will come to all even a beautiful rose
But we must still always fight to live, strive, while ourself grows
I learned so much from that rose
The rosebush now looks like death with it's tangling thorns that give a painful splinter
I know that 8 roses growing in spring will give it back its beauty by the end of the winter
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Ralston Rhoden Poem
black
what is black to me
it is the comfort of darkness that gives birth to our dreams as we sleep
for all things are black in the universe as we look upon the night sky to see....
for light cannot exist without darkness and black is absolute
a diamond was once dark coal so black is beauty to me
it is the beginning of things as well as the end
like a darken grave to a baby's eyes first open to see
it is the unknown as we constantly explore
black is strong like the panther as it stalks its prey on bended knee
black is words of grace as inked upon many books
black is energy,black is intelligence, black is free
black is grace, black is love, it has many forms
so what is black to me?
black is the contours and lines of every earthly face
black is the shadows that follow you to the end of existence
black is from the motherland, the beginning of many a race
so what is black to me?
what isn't black to me?
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Ralston Rhoden Poem
love
love is when :
not any other matches in beauty and grace
you decide to hold hands till the end of time
you remember every contour of your lover's face
you hear their heavenly voice and hear the angel's chime
their hair always feel like soft fluttering silk
they are the light on a darken, cold night
you need them like a baby who needs his mother's milk
you can't remember joy without their insight
you chosen who will share your seed
you water your seed with shared love together
it grows in your images as you take the lead
a family can't break whatever the weather
you bond with unbroken chains of love and devotion
you grow old and can't see yourself with another
your seed falls in love and you again watch the motion
your seed becomes a father or mother
you are buried together
your still not alone
your ties will not sever
your grandchildren read this poem on your burial stone
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