Hope, Truth, and Courage
Poems of Survival and Destiny
The unknown truths, the hidden destinies, the need for raw survival
and unconditional love in this dangerous world. This is the basis of these
poems. The world contains such ugly, terrible tragedies and chaoses that
it is refreshing to enjoy the simple, unharmed delicacies once in a while.
Whether as simple as the elegant, graceful flight of an eagle, or as complex
as surviving the hardships of family life, these poems were written with
hope,love,and courage. Enjoy them.
+*+*+* who is SCORPIO?
Oh, impish me. A
too-teeny model of you,
your insect nature,
your wings and exoskeleton of left-brained
You're going down
with your ship,
the ship you only read about,
with manipulations all its own
I've seen you as Medea
or Ophelia, Hera, Kate -
female archetypes, each presented
in appropriate voice.
I've seen you, ms.,
clothed in blood, or frusteration,
contempt, or reduced -
You understand and see
the inertia of my life
you offer me little more that 4 walls
staircase. as if shelter
could be excused as obligation.
But, oh, forgiving and perfect
I see past your multi-faceted eyes,
you're full of gift wrap,
life in confections.
by Daniel Carriger
There comes a time and a place,
when we must forget about standing tall,
and look at all these names straight
in the face,
then break down in tears as on our knees
Look at the wall, read the names, remember
there are so many names, of those people
they held their positions, on enemy ground
yet they still got killed, in this bloody
war, but they tried.
They fought for our country, they fought
they protected our values, with freedom
on their mind.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
they tried to guard,
while fighting off the evils of communism
from far away and blind.
There was Kieran J. Starr and Raymond
they got up by daylight, and died before
Tommy L. Shehorn, John P. Brown, and
David B. Conn,
never even made it home, they are forever
Allen E. Firth, George E. Cahill, and
David G. Kerney,
died for us, me and you, during their
Mark S. Behient, Kenneth R. Stubblefield,
and Robert W. May,
fought for their lives, and struggled
to see their next day.
While Phillip L. Lee, Joseph F. Cook,
and Jimmy E. Page,
survived a very long time, they still
got killed by the enemy's rage.
and then there was David E. Gore and
Charles D. Flood,
who tried so hard, so very hard, yet
still ended up in a pile of blood.
These are just some of the names, that
cover the wall;
thousands and thousands of names, written
side by side, back to back,
they start on the ground, and reach ten
foot tall, yet never seem to end at all,
while the faint glimmer of the white
is swallowed up by the emptiness and grief of the black.
They fought an enemy, one they couldn't
they were trained to fight, and forced
but they thought only one thing, what
it's like to be free;
What can we do but cry, when we think
of how they feel.
The ground is stained red, from all the
blood that was spilled,
and our memories are scared from the
Our stomachs are twisted, and our body's
by all the family, friends, and fellow
people who were killed.
I'd like to thank all the men, and women,
for all that they've done;
For they are the glue that can hold our
great country together,
even if it means to die defending us,
instead of turning to run.
Let me promise you this, I'll never forget,
I'll remember forever...
by Heather Mitchell
Be still, my child, and know that I am God,
Whatever trial you face, whatever path you trod.
I am right beside you, holding your weak hand;
You'll never face alone a strange or unknown land.
I will give you strength, no matter what the task.
I will give you peace, if only you will ask.
And should your feet stumble beneath your heavy load,
I promise to then carry you along that treacherous road.
When at life's end you look back at the journey WE have trod,
You'll see the way was smoothest when you just let Me be God.
High on a cliff
Above a rocky shore she stands,
The cool breeze
Gracefully tosses her hair.
Above her an eagle soars,
An elegant, undecided path,
Suddenly dives down noiselessly like lightning,
Piercing through the air like an arrow,
Then an explosion,
Fate is decided.
It rapidly climbs,
A shining silver trout,
Talons clutching mercilessly,
It prepares to land and feast.
She stands motionless,
Witnessing a fury of feathers
Savagely deciding death;
An essential part of survival.
By Mike Cottell
I want to become one of those who race up and tear
old cars, screaming, covering the sky with smoggy smoke
feeling the power running through my veins.
I want to become one of those who can take on anyone
who knows all the moves an expert to become a movie star.
I want to become one of those who are afraid of, mean looking
who walks in and out of dreams, who scares and frightens
who is a King or God.
by Matt Maddison
The river glistens in the sun.
We watch as the days' work is done.
Another day has gone by,
The beauty of it all, just makes us sigh.
The river flows so smooth and calm,
I'll go swimming with my Uncle Tom.
But where the water gets too deep,
I'll know from where to keep.
That's were the river runs so strong,
The river's endurance of distance is long.
That's were I said I'd never leave,
Those are the tales I used to weave.
I knew I wouldn't always stay.
That's were I'll go again someday.
by Rebecca Korbo
School is where work flys and fun crashes.
School tells you your future, your life, and your dreams.
School is a place where your parents force you to go.
School is a tower of questions that you must climb.
School is a problem that you can never overcome.
If you take a book and open it up you'll find answers beyond
your own knowledge.
School is a nightmare that reaches out and grabs you and never
If you have an education you can overcome many problems in
your life to come.
If you ask your parents why did they send me to school?????
they will simply answer "Because".
By Matt Maddison
Sometimes I wonder
how it would be,
if I could be anyone,
anyone but me.
A perfect life
would be mine to have,
with no worries,
I'd never be sad.
My heart would be whole,
not broken in two,
not tarnished and worn,
not mended with glue.
My eyes would be clear
as a blue sky,
deep lakes of truth,
never saying goodbye.
A smile would don my face
for all time,
never turned down,
or frowning like mine.
I search for some way
to perfect my life,
to toss out the pain,
the anger and strife.
Eventually, I realize
that the answer was
before my eyes.
The only person I'd
be content to be
is the truest soul,
the one in me.
By Leisha Sagan
i see a homeless man
i start to cry out loud
why is he there
i ask god up above
why do people pick on the man
is he bad
this i do not know
all i know
is to help this man
they call a vagabond
if you have some change
give to him
like he was your brother
by Chris Lynch
I dislike...liver its gagging taste
I dislike...cabbage the untasting vegetable
I dislike...sardines the bones crunching in my teeth
I dislike...spiders crawling up my spine
I dislike...cats scratching my hands and feet
I dislike...misquotes the blood thirsty villain
I dislike...people who hit because they are different
I dislike...people who have money to show off
I dislike...people who pull, tug and bother
I dislike...work the torturing no fun subject
I dislike...killing the torture for eternity
I dislike...war the powerless concept
I am not a very smart person but suitable
I am not a mean person yelling at everyone
I am not a money wise person
I have a right to learn at my own speed
I have a right to go somewhere and not be hassled
I have a right to join a club that doesn't care about anything
I rsent my actions when I get angry
I resent my jealousy of other people
I loathe when people show off
I loathe peanut butter the smooth creamy stuff that makes me sick
I loathe sowing the pin poking ouch saying torture
I dislike...selfish people always caring about themselves
I dislike...grumpy people snapping at everything
by Matt Maddison
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