Put your trust and faith in me

What do you want from life he said 
why are you not happy 
I paused a while and then replied 
as I wiped away tears flooding my eyes. 

My kids have degrees, they should feel at ease, 
be able to walk into jobs 
I watch the news and sob  
men battling machines bought to their knees. 

Stones against bullets and tanks 
these men don't stand a chance 
what do you do when you're sure 
god has given up on you. 

When you see no plan of action 
God is a great distraction 
he'll help you on your way 
all you need is faith. 

In unity we will be free 
pray to me I'll set you free 
believe in me I'll be your strength 
put your trust and faith in me.  

I am the way said the Lord 
I'll lead you to salvations door. 

The Soul

Does a gasp grab the first available one? 
Floating there in front of the nostril! 
Matters not whether a girl or a son 
Lucky intervention or preordained will 

Millennia of accidents lead to the formulation of the molecule 
Able to re-create such a complex being 
The beating begins long before the initial breath inhaled 
Yet the essence of life is not ringing 
  
Self serving actions brought with forethought 
Developed only after years responding to reflex 
Charges across the synaptic spaces so taut 
That decisions are unrecognized and complex 

From the already entwined DNA strands 
Atoms tied together with packets of energy 
To a being of lungs, feet, heart and hands 
Ultimately defined by a birthing synergy 

What do we call this intangible gasp? 
Why do we need one for life? 
And when no more over our lips it will pass 
To float with the others at the end of our strife 

Questioning if there is a soul? 
Then surely this it must be 
A whisper filling a molecular hole 
Exhaled to rejoin the ethereal sea! 

Democracy

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.

Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you. 

Langston Hughes

Poetry

The rhythm in the words 
Like singing birds 
Poetry is the thing 
Makes all the birds sing 

Writing the feelings 
Rhyming the things 
Words for all 
Words big and small 

Poems about love and hatred 
Poems that are sacred 
Poems about depression and joy 
Poems about a girl and a boy 
  
Getting a message out 
Know what it's all about 
Poetry is the way 
You can have anything to say 


by Ilsebeth Brand

Bound No’th Blues

Goin’ down the road, Lawd,
Goin’ down the road.
Down the road, Lawd,
Way,way down the road.
Got to find somebody
To help me carry this load.

Road’s in front o’ me,
Nothin’ to do but walk.
Road’s in front of me,
Walk…an’ walk…an’ walk.
I’d like to meet a good friend
To come along an’ talk.

Hates to be lonely,
Lawd, I hates to be sad.
Says I hates to be lonely,
Hates to be lonely an’ sad,
But ever friend you finds seems
Like they try to do you bad.

Road, road, road, O!
Road, road…road…road, road!
Road, road, road, O!
On the no’thern road.
These Mississippi towns ain’t
Fit fer a hoppin’ toad. 

Langston Hughes

Nobody Needs Know

Go easy, this was my first poem ever haha x

I’m in a crowd screaming,
Nobody hears me.
I’m in a crowd crying,
Nobody sights me.
I’m falling apart,
A pain in my heart,
Managing no more than to play a part.
The part of the happy girl,
Not a care in the world.
All smiles and laughs,
Neither of which in private I have.
I hide behind a wall,
Nobody needs know, nobody at all.

by Megan Haste

Her...

I can never get my mind off her,
I wonder if she'd mind if i'd,
make her my own,
and never let her go,
hug her tight,
treat her right,
act all polite,
take her on a date,
make sure i'm never late,
kiss her on her lips,
talk about our kids,
Make her feel like princess,
living in a castle,
hope that is not too much hassle,
But i am so blessed,
hope i can be the best,
hold you tight,
have your BR3A$t,
on my chest,
pass the test,
NOW YOUR MINE!

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Jordan Moore

Cleaning Out the Lyre

Pour fifteen grains of rice into your hand
and guide the ice-white, jumping chips to the face
of your lyre, then to the cheekbone band,
a silhouette. Then in the f-hole lace—

yes, inside, the lining of willow-wood—clean,
clean rice. The dust's loose. The voice of rain
moves the trees that bow to the silver-green
lake where a horse and cart's loaded with chains

to secure the carp along the river road
and past the shop where Jean Baptiste's artists
plane the willow and sand the maple good
for ribs. Some unbraid white horsehair with mist

they spit, and a bone comb. Then they stretch,
unwrapping bread and cheese over a sketch.

by Tyler Mills

Forsaking My Love

I hate you
I wish to tear you away from me
This tumor that clings to my chest
The thing that makes me ache 
That haunts my dreams 
And tears at my desires
You have brought me only pain
My untamed heart
That beast that gnaws at my soul
That pitifully whines
Bringing my mind into unwanted pain
Yet how can I blame you
How can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleas
Why should I punish you for what my eyes feed upon
How can I blame my eyes for falling upon her
She who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soul
She whose eyes bring me to subjection
Whose smile leaves me in awe
How can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughter
How they submerge into her song
How they quiver at her voice
Why should I punish you for inclining my soul
Tempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by her
How could I look over the thought of the brushing of lips
The touching of hands
The binding of the soul, mind, and body
O you wretched heart
What am I to do with this constant companion
How could I tear you away
When she is the cause of my agony
Or rather 
It is the lack of her which brings me sorrow
It is the need for her that leaves my heart in pain
Yet she is not mine
She was never mine
She will never be mine
O my poor heart
How can I make you see reason
When all you do is show me the truth

Michael Silver

Bitter Blow of Love

Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains, 
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains 
To weep at my enduring foe

Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity 
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love! 





Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009