Wanderer

Wanderer Oct 2014

I have been through many things
Not hardships, experiences really
That have left their wounds
Underneath my skin, between heartbeats
I am a patchwork of scars
Some deeper than others
Many still healing
Few that never will
At the end of the day I must pause
Take a deep breath and realize
No matter how much I bleed, hurt or cry
I will survive

Wanderer Oct 2014

Hope Remains the Same

You and I used to be
So perfectly connected
Thick as thieves, hip to hip
In the mirror of our irises our happiness reflected

Those days have gone
Shadowed, now in the past
Time has healed those wounds
Heart knows you will not be my last

I do wish though that you could see
How beautiful you are
I hope for you such grand heights
To be again someone's only star

Oct 2014

Jack

Good News????

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Channels change and minutes crawl
Depression sets the evening tone
Baseboards dream along the hall
As I sit here all alone

Hard is but my easy chair
Heavy eyes, a weeping tear
Someone *****, the anchors share
Communities are filled with fear

Shadows dance in lightening flash
Storms they rage on either side
Floods of sorrow, endings crash
A wonder I’d just rather hide

Bad news blaring all around
Every station sets the page
Perfect hair and smiles found
Reading prompters from the stage

How can they just sit and grin
Stack their papers nice and neat
As the world explodes again
People living in the street

Hurricanes destroying hope
Jets are falling from the skies
Another bust, a ton of dope
Politicians spewing lies

Mother’s crying, sons are dead
Shot while standing in the yard
Tell us something good instead
Can it be so very hard

Take your cameras, microphones
Find someone who’s doing right
Kindness to another shown
Tell us some good news tonight

Oct 2014

Raj Arumugam

pregnant writer about to give birth

so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"

The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"

Oct 2014

JWolfeB

A teachers heart

A teachers heart is one of learning.
Of constant modification.
Lending pieces of it at the sound of a child's voice.

What is not seen
Are the broken parts.
The times when my heart falls out of my chest.

My child, I am sorry
My child, you don't deserve it
My child, here is safe

A heart of protection.
Showing each student their worth
Value more valuable than the words of this poem

Without you my child
My heart
Would simply

collapse

Thinking about my students and how much they mean to me today and how much they deserve and how much some of them don't actually get.

#heart #teacher

Wanderer Oct 2014

Breath of Winter

Summer is associated with social outings
Ice cream and heat
Yet winter holds all of the ice we would need
The warmth of our cuddled flesh
Is no match for July at mid-day
Many a life is created during long, blustery nights
Celebrated when the sun is at it's peak
I cannot help but despise February's numb
Although it is in that distance from feeling where I hurt the most
I thought living in a land without much change would cure
I was wrong
The last breath of your snow
*Follows wherever I go