Voice

Voice

Voice
their voice
voice of young
speak out loud and clear
implore all people to listen
do not let Washington ignore your determined voice.

March
let's march
beat of youth
elders must follow
we have been silent for too long
now we must pass the torch and all of us must march,

No
say no
just say no
no weapons in school
the NRA is not a friend
Stop this country's  madness and collectively say no.

Voice
our voice
voice of all
speak out loud and clear
implore all people to listen
will not let Washington ignore our determined voice.

This is a Fibonacci poem - lines are 1,2, 3, 5, 8, and 13 syllables.  I wrote it for Poets United Poetry Pantry.  The theme of 'voice' came from Susan's Midweek Motif prompt.

I am very inspired by the students of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. Many of these students have been raising their voices in protest against the NRA; and students and teachers everywhere have been raising their voices against teachers being armed.   I am hopeful that the young will lead us.  I am hopeful that they will begin a movement and that it will spread.  I am hopeful that their voices and actions will inspire us to get our country back.

Fate

Fate

Fate
fickle
fearful force
fingers who he will
friend or foe of no one at all
laughs as he rolls his die to foreordain who falls next.

Fate
hides face
in shadow
holds life in his hands
determines when the ax will fall;
there can be no retreat from what is reserved for you.

Fate
your words
make me quake
your hardness shakes me
and though I am not one to beg
I beseech you to please be gentle with me just this once.

Fate
kind guide
I implore
grant me your mercy
smile on me as you choose my lot
bestow on me the good I wish but do not merit.

This fibonacci poem was written in 2013.  I thought I would share it again today for Poets United Poetry Pantry.  I like the form & think perhaps I should experiment with it once again.

Choose Love

Choose Love

Rosemary asked the question

would you choose love

no matter what the cost

or choose to stay comfortable?

I reply choose love when it comes your way

as there is only one go-around in life

and before long we will have eternity 

to be comfortably alone in the grave.

It is never too late to be loving

it is never too late to be loved.

Choose love!

This is written for Poetry Pantry.  You might want to check back and read Rosemary's "The Living Dead" where she featured Kahlil Gibran's poem "Love" this week.

Happy Valentine's Day to you all.

Reflection on the Week

Reflection on the Week


Must escape
go to movie
read a book
walk at the gym

something
anything
god help me
turn off my mind

must avoid
twitter
news aps
facebook
television

stomach churns
nerves on edge
doomsday clock ticks
boots click

each day fear
I want to run
but where?

For Poets United Poetry Pantry