Is It Poetry
'She' Is As The 'Moon' Light
In beauty she walks by me.
and her throaty is so pale.
she It is as the moon light.
and how i struggle hard and blue vein,
not in vanity to reach the other side.
It is so full and heavy and as it is you so ethereally,
and it being you, it does shine down.
Wrapping around it
as i gaze up each night at twin half moons.
i sleep between them, you hold it there untill
sleep over takes us.
Too there, by the pond as does the white stork,
as it stands on one leg as a frog moves slowly down.
And as i watch mesmerized, that lump is mine,
and with my hand,...
Face Of The Poor *
Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.