Upon a gilded balcony, history along with a couple of jokes was made. Jorge became Francis and the world was given another reason to hope. A good and humble, he thinks more of the poor than himself and now is pope. He choose to walk a simple path , may God's grace shine down, As …
Day follows day Night becomes An endless series Of tosses And love untended Still grows Among the weeds and trash Forgotten but not In the heart that held it close Always There Always there.
Lust fades - said Pops But Love is constant yet mutable It changes as it grows ~ each year Blooming more beautifully than the last Until this mortal realm returns it to the dust To fuel and fertilize another flower
I am what I am Not wholly innocent And far from guilty No matter what the little bird says Look inside and see me I am there in your heart Always and forever
Out the window goes the plans not so careful made out of the box goes the lines which impose formality on the educator's hall and in the window comes inspiration learning begins
I left my poem at school because I wanted to play Not type my life away So my poem, my sweet little poem, the one about a dream the one I loved Stayed at school And I came home.
Sweet facade, angel face Demon's anger burning deep Ready, waiting willing to erupt, to release fire and pain. So say it one more time just once more tell me, I am too nice.
At the End A beginning round and round the wheel turns Where it stops the only the Universe knows
Golden Silence turns to lead When words whose day has come Remain trapped on the tongue
Never Forgetting But Always Forgiving Forging Forward Each moment a dawn A chance to begin again
Lucinda Rose 