Biography of derrick foster
Born in the South
raised in the Midwest
settled in the East
found peace within
Prosperity among the rest
When does one make their mark?
Has it been made already?
These things do unfold
as we locate our souls
The road map life with
each passing strife.
a block to stumble.
a home to live in
on streets we walk
in speech we talk
look forward, reach back
over actions past
lessons to learn
subjects too teach
Wisdom imparts, experiences reach
the mind and heart
know the journey
to spark the moments when.
It is not over yet
still much more to whet
for roads unexplored late
Our spirits do await.
derrick foster Poems
I have seen beauty In the eyes of my friend,
What Bliss the sun How radiant the sun Overflowing with flair the sun Shining from inside the sun
With Joy On My Mind
With Joy on my mind, how can words encompass one so full of life: Great story-teller, spontaneous, world traveler, inspiring, lexicon of Fun-formation, Humorous, intelligent, hospitable, loving, sophisticated, admirable, fearless in the face of adventure, amazing or just Joy.
Ninth Floor Crazy
There is crazy in these walls The ghosts of crazy past Will dance tonight on the ninth floor It sounds absurd
Comedy of Horror
What makes horror laugh? What scares the life out of comedy? Blood curdling amusement
Because I Used to Be
were you there for the march for the rally for the pause
broad boy souffle
A helping of helpfulness yard of intellect S mattering of self -awareness countless creativity Tons of strength lots of hugs 6'2 height a sense of humor
I reach out by sight To pull the sky to me I gaze far into the distance Willing destination
best friend shift
The best friend shift > It is your turn to play this role. > You be the rock of Gibraltar > A shoulder to lean on
<<<<(Open Door) >>>> Get on to experience The bumping, eye contact, Lowered eyed, big thighs
That Camille Appeal
She will let you have it The truth that is... She will do it with humor When necessary
don't get sucked in
Their voices are like quick sand (don’t get sucked) They try to pull us in with incessant complaining We refuse to be dragged into the mire
A Certain Man by Derrick foster
It takes a man of certain sensitivity to admit his feelings
The page laid bear in need of dressing. How pristine
and naked. A simple sheet can appear until it unites
with its spouse. I think of things like bleach Or
corneas so clear, clean. Hanging sheets blow in the
breeze. Flap. Flap. Flap. Across a field cotton grows.
the same of which the sheets are made. The neutral
blandness appears alert Waking everything. Snow used
to fall on this field. Fluffiness complementing the
rising cotton When it was on the ground. Those days