On a full moon, the fog enrobes The barren tree branches, One of which holding twin carrion birds Waiting for the opportune moment to pounces.
They watch furtively as ghostly Figures of varying shapes, try To dance around the grand piano’s harmony Of Gothic, suspenseful cacophony
That puts the ghosts in a daze, Floating to and fro, getting closer to the blaze Of screeching, caterwauling cries, phase In and out as new spirits float in a craze
To reach the soul wrenching Sounds of agony, depression, leering, Expecting to be driven to healing From their sweet suffering that’s heart rending.
On a full moon, the fog enrobes The barren tree branches, One of which holding twin carrion birds Waiting for the opportune moment to pounces.
They watch furtively as ghostly Figures of varying shapes, try To dance around the grand piano’s harmony Of Gothic, suspenseful cacophony
That puts the ghosts in a daze, Floating to and fro, getting closer to the blaze Of screeching, caterwauling cries, phase In and out as new spirits float in a craze
To reach the soul wrenching Sounds of agony, depression, leering, Expecting to be driven to healing From their sweet suffering that’s heart rending.
Her head, slightly tilted up, looking Into his beautiful chocalaty eyes Swarming with love, passion, striving To impart his longing to listen to her piano’s
Rendition of an Austrian waltz, Stiring his passions for her innocence, Compassion, and adaptability that’s the cause Of his unfailing support for her patience,
That’s infallible in her haloed Reverence for their rhythm and harmony In a life filled with shared experiences, favored With laughter ringing with a clarity
That resonates within the heart, Making its flutter call out their names When you feel their need for your part Of a hug, kiss, even a game played that aims
To not only fill them with cheer for their Peers, but also teaches morals And ethics that help stabilize greater Community unity that propels
The certainty that although life, Tech, health fluctuate, our strength Of belief in one another’s humanity’s care For its perseverance in the face of adversity, at length
Will never drop its compassion, Survival when faced with injustice, confusion.
The first is an acrostic poem titled: FORGIVENESS, while the second is titled: Glory’s Bower.
Glory’s Bower
Morning glory climbing vine, Purple, violet, red, pink, or white, Colors of a rainbow of hope That delivers expansion and will grope Your archway by making it fine!
As I run through its delicacy, I note the difference in clemency From one side to the other, as I bravely Cross the framed beauties, cleverly Hoping that the other side will have more mercy.
No more than an inch separates the bower From the white picket gate, where a shower Of light bathes the garden bed with a cover Of verdant hues, that shame any painter. As I cross into this splendor,
I note colors are sharper, Each plant has its own area, a platter Filled with diverse shapes, sizes, and sister, It takes away your breath in a blinker As you tinker with nature’s fauna that never cower
To either man or nature’s Storms that are in never ending cycles Of births and deaths, that keep hopes Alive in every heart, as it shows justice’s Plight, as it ends certain lifes.
Stay in your bower of morning Glories and enjoy the perpetual crooning Of an ecosystem in harmony, dancing!
Forge your will in steal, Outmaneuver your enemies, who feel, Replete in knowing they’re the heel. Give them your support when they fall, Inspire them to be better than before. View their progress and motivate before you bore, Inverting foe to friend, like before. Never lose hope for betterment Even when all is stacked against you, Simmer the anger, put logic to the forefront Survive, learn, educate, that hope is never gone.
Poetry for Change 