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Apr 2013 Kristiana

Undefined

Apr 2013 Kristiana

Sydney Victoria

Am I Defined By A Grade Circled In Red,
Or Am I Defined By The Teacher Which Gave It?

Am I Defined By The Rumors Which Cling To My Name,
Or Am I Defined By My Peers Who Spread Them?

Am I Defined By The Words Of Corrupted Beings,
Or The Feelings In Which They Half-Heartedly Dwell?

I Want To Define Myself--Someday Soon,
I Don't Want To Be The Girl Who,

Said This,
Wore This,
Did This

I Don't Want To Be The Girl Who,

Liked Him,
Then Loved Him,
Then She Was The One Who Lost

I Don't Want To Be The Girl,

So Many People Say I Am,

I Want To Be

*Sydney

Just Recapping In My Mind--- Step 2 Towards Forgiveness:)

Apr 2013 Kristiana

Presence, Divine

Apr 2013 Kristiana

Michael S Davis

Presence, Divine

What difference do we make,
when a friend we meet to comfort
and to their needs relate.

We sit there often mute
with nothing worth to say,
that provides them anything astute

Perhaps that’s just the point
they know your limitations;
that their woeful head you can’t anoint.

It’s God that needs to touch them.
They need His Presence, Divine,
And in your caring touch they’ll find Him.

So don’t worry what you’ll say then
It’s your presence that they need
and what they see in you - is Him.

©2013 Michael S Davis

Apr 2013 Kristiana

the weight of love pt. 2

Apr 2013 Kristiana

Ayaba Babe

the weight of love pt. 2

you were the first man to love me.
naturally
i loved you too,
marveling at your beauty under the summer blue of the new york city sky.
fingers entwined, hearts rocketing...
you perpetually climbed to the center of my
universe.
if i could rein in the sun,
i would converse with the earth
and hand you the center of our solar system.
the shooting of stars would be under your infliction, and
the world would slowly dance around the
conviction
of your heart beat.
your heart beat
sounds like the finale of fireworks on the fourth of july,
your eyes
flicker like the stars shining beyond the thickness of the summer new york city sky
thickness
like the weight of love.

Apr 2013 Kristiana

the weight of love

Apr 2013 Kristiana

Ayaba Babe

the weight of love

he used to hit me with the
"do you love me"

i used to sit there, glaring at him through closed eyes
with an open heart,
heavy
from weights not heavy enough to be
the weight of love.

Apr 2013 Kristiana

One Last Wish

Apr 2013 Kristiana

John F McCullagh

One Last Wish

The old man at the hospice
was in a world of pain.
His sight was gone,
his heart grew weak
and not much time remained.

I don't recall who asked the question,
but I was struck by his reply.
It contained a world of wisdom
from a soul about to die.

Someone had asked the dying man
"If wishes were for free-
and I could grant you one last wish
what would that last wish be?"

He didn't wish for fortune
He didn't lust for fame
He cared not a whit for money
or to escape his gnawing pain.

" I think, if I had one last wish
before my times gone by-
I'd be a babe in my mother's arms
and hear a lullaby."

" That would be a good way to pass
- not soaked in urined sheets-
but comfortably in Mother's arms
and gently rocked to sleep."

That very night the old man died,
He passed on in his sleep.
I hope he's in his mother's arms
with no more cause to weep.

Based on a story related by my fellow poet Pat M.