Poetry Corner

Happy Father's Day, June 21st, 2015
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

March 2015--- March is Women's History Month.

Woman Work
I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
The can to be cut
I gotta clean up this hut
Then see about the sick
And the cotton to pick.

Shine on me, sunshine
Rain on me, rain
Fall softly, dewdrops
And cool my brow again.

Storm, blow me from here
With your fiercest wind
Let me float across the sky
'Til I can rest again.

Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.

Sun, rain, curving sky
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own.

January 2015--- Happy New Year World. We are in the first weeks of winter and already Kat. is dreaming of spring!

Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
           And dances with the daffodils.          
Vol. 1. No. 3. Social Readia. FreedomInks' FREE Online Literary Magazine. January 2015.

December 2014---

Timeless Cries by Davina Stephens

As I raise my head when I wake, I take a breath.

My soul sighs, ending up in timeless cries.

Where has the time gone, when will I reap?

Has my effort gone unnoticed, will my dreams be put to sleep?

If I continue on this journey, will I lose, how many tears will fill my eyes?

As I toil and I work and produce these timeless cries.

In my hopes the light shines through.

In my prayers my foes are weary.

When I tell you I can't complete this will you even try to hear me?
Time will not stand still and yes it even flies.
But within the abyss of this thing called life...
You can still hear my timeless cries.

Vol. 1. No. 2. Social Readia. FreedomInks' FREE Online Literary Magazine. December 2014.

November 2014---
Drowning To Become Alive

Her raven-like hair

Creates a ravenous air.

I breathlessly stare

At her form lying there.

I awaken to see

Blue eyes, gazing at me,

Reaching the depths of my soul.

As I take you in,

A quickening begins

As my heart becomes

The rhythm of our song.

Sweet and slow-lasting long-

The two become one.

The one, torn asunder-

The world comes undone

As lightning skips

Upon the thunder

The night then rent asunder

With a flash of light,

The rolling thunder.

The waves rise high

As the tide pulls them under.

Drowning never felt so natural

As they drink each other in.

All that ever was, reduced to fractal

-The universe then collapsed-

To be born again.

By: Dawn Miller & M2

Vol. 1. No. 1. Social Readia. FreedomInks' Online Literary Magazine. November 2014.

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