The sea, ..........Don't you hear it? That primitive, contemporary, futuristic beat .........Of that waves resounds in the minds ear for eternity It's peace and calm, ........Heals the wounded soul Its fury .......Lives for the fight to survive in man The sea, .......Don't you hear it? Inviting one to live, .......Challenging one to survive..... ~ Judith …
Today, I had every intention of finishing the poetry post after school was out. Then I read something at lunch that stop me in my tracks. An email informing me that I am now the new English Department Chair. For the past three years there has been a different chair. Each time I found out …
It was good, genuine people, bad times, too few words too many emotions that broke the world we made loved thrived in It was good people
No poetry today No lyrical musings on life's quandaries No alliteration or clever meter No inspiration demanding to be heard Begging, Pleading for release Just a blank page disappearing With a click and a clack A snap and a tap
When I was a wee rosebud a teacher introduced me to Shel Silverstein and his marvelously lyrical and whimsical poems. The poem Where the Sidewalks Ends has always captivated me. The first community that I remember living in was Burke Centre, outside Washington, D.C., an ambiguous region known as NOVA. The sidewalks went on for miles and …
Piles of soles some with laces other just slipped off pushed off to the side cast away waiting for their vessels who shuffled away long ago Piles of souls left wondering why
Scrabble Cerebral, Dexterous Spelling, Counting, Forming, Scheming Increases brain-power secretly through play Laughing, Connecting, Playing, Believing Proficient, Verbose Scrabble Queen
Blessed with a new beginning Each time the sun rises Forgiveness is my new virtue Not for all, but some Those no longer bound free to step into the light Dealing and feeling into order to heal...
Papa broke Momma’s heart, Broke it real good, Smashed her innocence into A million trillion pieces But she did not die No, Momma did not die Momma, she took those pieces, Each and every one and set them High Up on a shelf. Time she said, Time will mend it. But I don’t think it …
the slow roll of your eyes, the tilt of your head, the sneer of my lips, judging another’s youthful enthusiasm, joy for joy’s sake, labeling her cuz you grown, you grown cuz you gots a baby, but any fool can spread her legs, and let a man in… To be really grown, Grown Your Mind, …
Lucinda Rose 