Tomorrow
Screams
won’t abort
it’s sorrow
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Tomorrow
Screams
won’t abort
it’s sorrow
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Too quick
for slowing
down
My,
My, My
blowing wet smoke
burying these shiftless chords
adding up the dead,
Forgive us
Our transgressions
are multiplying
Forgive us.
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We writers are not alone: So many Poets/Authors have paved for the for Artists to Survive:
Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar ‘My all time favorite- Enjoy!!!
WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!Poem: By Paul Laurence Dunbar
http://www.math.buffalo.edu/~sww/dunbar/pldunbar4.html#WE WEAR THE MASK
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Smile girl but not too hard
Speak up but not too loud
Shuffle long ,shuffle long’
chile- now I see
You have no eyes like me
You have no hair like mine
Your human qualities so undefined
quit trying,shufflin-
on my neck
Hold still
Let me be…
http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me
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(free google image)
Snapping at the night
drifted reflection
We were
Electric,
dreamer’s
soul stirring,
expanding,visionaries
and beautiful too…
C’mon on
and shine a little light
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Carry me through sandy storms, where smiles are real
and stoney hearts are kept
Far away
exchange my hour of disappointment.
Atone now, oh soulless foe.
Carry me to the land where humans grow
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cedar’s press, maple sapp,
oppression seared lightly in
mailboxes,streetlights, and stop signs
many times have I washed,
but the soap of justice
has yet to cleanse my moral mind
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while the wall close in
no waters to pour in my cup
not God or man can change
the hurting tongues
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Ode my spirit
strumming
chimer -ing straws of memories
I was called here
bumming rides on-wombs of mercy
Ode spirit – shivering greatness -in birth
Ham-bone and grinning
Junes’ Snow
Blueberry oak
Expanding in Milk and Honey
Ode spirit,
I’ve come…
I’ve come, home.
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In the words of my -Great Aunt Ella ( I attempt the Persona Poem)
This is a story often told as a child growing up- I never met my Great Aunt God rest her soul.
Chile-
“S-O-B treat me like that I’d kill-em all over again!
And If ya wanna go to hell-let’s travel!
He kept makin- that uh-noise
so I’se kept stitching me -dress.
I called the coroner office -as soon as he stopped.
Honey,
I’ve,never seen a man raise -his hand to a woman and live –
not while I’m good and
Able”!
Today, I challenge you to write a persona poem – a poem in the voice of someone else. Your persona could be a mythological or fictional character, a historical figure, or even an inanimate object. Need some examples? Check out this persona-poem-themed issue of Poemeleon from a few years back.
Happy writing!
Krissy Mosley Ministries 