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I am from cutting down firewood in the thicket over yonder. We didn’t have no electricity back then- just a wood fire for warmth during them mean times of winter. I am from the howler were the crick runs right through it. (Yes, we did call them streams cricks.) We had an old, creaky log cabi... - Poetry > Free VerseHe was a music man. He learned to play mean guitar back in the war of Vietnam. Then he and his friends started a band. They had a hit song called “Lonesome Stand”. He always used to play his guitar. He would sometimes play it in the town bar. People told him he would go far. But, he die...
- Poetry > Free VerseSome people, they’s got style, some people lay tile, some others always go on DogPile, while others run an extra mile. (Yo) But me, I’ve got a rap. Some people think they cool. Some act like a stupid fool. Rich folk got an indoor pool. But some stare at the t.v. and drool. But me, I...
- Poetry > Free VerseDeath, it surrounds me now like a cold, black curtain. The feeling comes to me like a sheet of dark, cold ice, like a razor, cutting my heart in half. “Good God, these are my children! Lying there dead, worthless in the sight of their murder.” They were too young to die, too young to know...
- Poetry > Free VerseTis the season for love and joy. The time for Christmas trees and snow. When children play with their new toys, their faces light up and glow. Tis the season for children playing and building a snow man. The ice crystals hanging from the roof sparkle in the light. Even the Scrooge would be a...
- Poetry > All PoetryOn a cold December’s day. Down in the woods looking for a tree. Every were is snow. Tinsel to be put on the tree. Ornaments to be hung. Winter has now come. Inside sipping hot chocolate by the fire. Nativity scene on the mantle. Throwing snow balls at each other. Enjoying the sound of Chr...
- Poetry > Free VerseIn my past life I was the ocean stretching into the distance. There was a great breath of life in my waters. But, I at other times was a place of death. Debris of what used to be lying on my floors. In my past life I was the soul of the fisherman. I would go out into the ocean early...
- Poetry > Free VerseWar. That was my distant past. I have gone through it. Gambling life or death. The Vietnam War, that was my war. But, I wasn’t just a name on a wall. Freedom, that’s what I was fighting for. I was a soldier. I gambled for freedom. But, it wasn’t an ...
- Poetry > Song LyricsThey told me to come up with a silly stinking rhyme. But, I ain’t got no time. So if you give me a dime, I will make you some killer rib n’ prime. They say that I have committed a crime. But, that is a whole bunch of slime. Here in Mathison’s class, We are reading to get...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere is that sound of a ball against a bat. The announcer yells “Home run!” The batter runs as fast as a cat. You take a bite from your honey bun. The Reds player skids to first base. You jump up in excitement. The ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhere the two rivers meet, a ferry was established in 1761. Where the two rivers meet, was were Thomas Jefferson visited in 1781. Where the two rivers meet was were the United States Armory and Arsenal was started in 1799. Where the two rivers meet, was were John Brown made his cry against slaver...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt was dark as night in that old mine. It was abandoned, abandoned back in sixty nine. They had taken what they needed. Those hard working men. Working from sunrise to sunset. What was the difference? After all, they were in a mine. That mine heard the signing of miners. Not the singing t...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am building a house. A wonderful house. A house that only I could live in. A house too big for a mouse. A house that is unique. I am building a house. It has thick walls. Many windows. Also, many halls. I am building a house. It has a basement. A shaded porch. For when in the Summe...
- Poetry > Free VerseChesapeake, your shores I see. Chesapeake, your waters I feel. Chesapeake, your waves I surf. Chesapeake, your fish I catch. Chesapeake, your crabs I eat. From Maryland to the Atlantic, you flow. Norfolk, to Annapolis, to Virginia’s Eastern Shore. In you flow the Potomac, the James, the R...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe was a rat. He survived the four years. He faced the challenges. He was a rat. He was a rat. His mother cried. When he marched by. She was glad he tried. She knew he was a rat. He was a rat. His father had survived it, could he? He was a rat. They yelled in his face. He wished...
