Sides

17 04 2012

I tried to find the most unbiased article I could for the Trayvon Martin case. Much harder than expected. I searched Trayvon Martin on the Miami Herald‘s and had to go page 34 before I found an article describing more or less the facts of the case, not the racist aspects of it. I wrote this poem more as a response to the reactions of Americans than as a response to the case itself. I don’t know if George Zimmerman is racist or not because I was not there when the shooting happened. This case has changed from one about seeking the truth to one about racial injustices in America. Perhaps this is therapeutic, but we must not forget what this case is really about, the unbiased version of it, and hope that justice is reached, whatever the side.

One side is white

And the other black

In the middle huddles red

Red is what happens

When black and white mix

Red is dreams lost

Red is lives whisked away

Red is the tears of yesterday

You’d think it’d be gray

That mixed stain of colors

Gray is what they should make

Black and White

White and Black

It makes sense

But humanity never has

So the red is still there

A stark reminder of prejudice

The blemish of a failed mass wish

A wall for those

Too something to mix

White and Black

Black and White

Both are colors

But not really

Both do exist

Fact acknowledged or not

Black and White

White and Black

Have much in common

More than they realize

It’s time for them to start

Relying on more than just their eyes





Revolution of Justice

13 04 2012

I wrote this after watching the KONY 2012 video.

                     Voices, voices to be heard

                     Listener, listener spread the word

Raise, raise, raise your hands

Today, today we the lambs

Bare our teeth and shake the land

Growing, growing are the small

Tremble, tremble if you are tall

Brick by brick and stone by stone

We tear down a wall so overgrown

Oh hear it, hear it creak and moan

As it tumbles to the ground

Resonating with freedom’s sound

Together we all can surpass

The few who hold the cards

They have power but we have voices

Voices loud and not ashamed

Voices speaking of those to blame

Voices so many they have no name

Too long we stood aside

Til’ hope had all but died

Today is the day fate is defied

With joined hands

And a billion footfalls

We answer the desperate calls

Of the oppressed and the ignored

We’re shaking the world straight to its core

Today, today and forever more

We take our stand

Because justice is worth fighting for





The Oak and The Willow

14 02 2012

Tall and strong

The stoic oak stands

Protecting all around him

Roots forcing through earth

Like wooden waves frozen by time

His branches are a city

For the small forest dwellers

Some distance from him in a clearing

Stands a willow

Who ripples with the wind

Forever in an effortless bend

Graceful as a ballerina

Who never had to practice

Was born with the mere essence

Of fluidity

No one lives in her slender branches

They are long like pale green hair

Admired and coveted

She is the epitome of ethereal

Fragile

Yet resilient

The oak and pine scoff

They stand tall

And they stand proud

Yet they will never have one thing sublime

A simple deception

The humble are often the strongest





A Swim With Death

13 02 2012

I was swimming in open ocean

And quickly growing slow and weary

I saw a shadow swim out to me

And at first I could not see clearly

But soon the infamous visage was near

And he grinned and said “Come my dear, you’re safe with me,”

Now I was young but I was witty

And I told sly Death “Dear sir I am doing quite well.”

“Those yonder swells are just plain petite for I am a child of the sea,”

He chuckled a sound from his deep hollow chest and said

“Darling you swim the wrong way for land is east not west,”

Sly Death he tried to fool me

“Oh but Sir Death that overhanging star is where I head.”

“Under its light I swim to the north for it is there that lies the land”

” Now I’m really quite busy and I’d appreciate it if your words you canned”

His eyes then hardened like lava in water

And then I knew I had angered Death

So I hurried on into a large oncoming crest

“It’s a long way,” he said “To that little speck of dirt,”

“Now Death you have forgotten, I am a child of the sea,”

“And this final mile it has yet to even hurt

Death swam closer and at him I glared

My heart it fluttered and faintly scared

But my face was stoic and Death was not aware

I swam in silence and him in darkness

As the sun fired a bloody red

Death lagged behind as I grew closer to shore

The water was cold and I shivered to my very core

His voice was tender as he vengefully said

“Dear child you are weak please come ,”

“In my kingdom for you there lies a warm and downy bed,”

” No I will not. I am a child of the sea and you will not claim me,”

I was almost there but my lungs pleaded “Air!”

The water was inviting

The escape enticing

But Death did not have me

For I was and will forever be

A strong-willed child of the sea





Ban Censorship!!

19 01 2012

– This is the poem I had on my blackout page yesterday.  I decided to post it again for those of you who may have missed it and also because the protest may be over, but the bill is still in existence and that is unacceptable.  My poem is applicable to this bill, but also to all other forms of censorship. As an avid reader, the banning of books has always been something that is especially wrong to me.

I was planning on choosing one quote as a representative for my feelings on censorship, but I could not choose, and here they all are:

“You can cage the singer but not the song.”  ~Harry Belafonte, in International Herald Tribune, 3 October 1988
“The paper burns, but the words fly away”.  ~Akiba ben Joseph

“Censorship is telling a man he can’t have a steak just because a baby can’t chew it.”

― Mark Twain

“When you ban a book you ban an idea, and that’s communism.”

– Andrea Z. 🙂

Hold back the curtain

Don’t let the wretched thing fall

Come to freedom’s SOS call

Ideas are truth and they are free

How dare they hide them so the people can’t see

Writer’s, join your hands

Preserve the freedom of this land

We are the backbone

Of every revolution

We are the first ember

Of a raging fire

Sing with this written choir

Raise our standard ever-higher

Quills raised and held in an iron-tight grip

Ban the despot that is censorship





The Idea

17 01 2012

I love quotes and I love poetry, so I had an idea to combine the two.  I hope to do more quote inspired poetry and perhaps even hold some contests in the future…….maybe…….I do encourage you to write words that the quote evokes from you, if any.

It is useless to send armies against ideas.

-Georg Brandes

An all-consuming fire

Carried by winds

Higher and higher

Blasting straight through

Every brick wall

Adversaries forced

On their knees to a crawl

No bullet can harm it

No jail can contain

Or knife try to maim

This unseen force

Of so many names

Fight it

Deny it

Close your eyes

And not see

This age-old fury

Like pounding rain

It cannot be ignored

This ultimate instigator

The Idea





Be Something

10 01 2012

Be the voice

That sparks the change

Be the mind

That imagines the impossible

Be the hand

That lifts the fallen

Be the heart

That beats for all

Be the clock

That counts down to freedom

Be the arms

That carry the weak

Be the bridge

That connects worlds

Be the word

That urges progress

Be the hammer

That shatters the wall

Be the dream

That inspires reality

Be the person

Who makes a difference