Biography of Whitney Albright
Whitney Albright Poems
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat? Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap? Oh heart, oh heart, why must you hide? Oh heart, oh heart, what lies inside?
Full moon’s beaming What is baby dreaming? Of sweet little sonnets, Blue baby bonnets,
Their little hearts beat Inside of their mother Tiny hands and feet You kill one after another
A Lucky Frog
I walked in to the marshes sad And spotted him there on the lilly pad He sat there, so very tiny With slippery feet that were way too slimy
Though last nights prayer Brought on deep conversation I found myself In a sleep aspiration
Years ago, with deep inquiry I propped up my feet to read your diary With each page I craved it more and more To touch the earth and be outdoors
'The Strength Within'
The dark clouds are filling the skies. The rain will soon settle in. My sorrow then begins to rise. Find strength within, find strength within.
A Honduran man left his kids and wife To give them all a better life Of no more hunger, no more thirst No more waiting on misery to spread worse
'The Sense Of Smell'
In a sense, it’s not the heart or the mind That triggers memories so deeply confined They only play a common role In those mad moments that flood the soul
...To Be Loved...
I asked a languished friend, “Why did you never marry? ” His pupils seemed to transcend As he thought on the contrary
What Is The Grass?
I saw a toddler pondering at the grass Wondering what it was as she passed She pulled wild flowers out from their patch How'd that get there? She thought as she’d snatch
'Dance In The Wind'
A father and child walk in the garden lane Under the flourescent trees which reign It's the garden of Eden in modern day They gather flowers for babies' bouquet
Day after day I wonder why the greatest king of our world was not treated like a king. How could the most holy man that ever walked upon our earth be considered even less than a man or less than anything? Such a life was not suitable for a king of his being. Nobody noticed the people he was freeing.
I walked into my room and slammed the door The mirror fell onto the floor So frustrated, I my head shook I turned around to give it a look
'Just Missing Them'
It is strange how so unfair life can be
Most anyone would agree with me
I guess its catastrophes are made up by its blessing
I suppose sometimes it is about life’s dressings
To me it just isn’t right how people disappear
Like we aren’t suppose to remember they were here
We sell their houses, throw away their clothes
We pack them up and seldom dropp by a rose
Oh, how time means everything and more