there is a girl in a garden
who sits under a dying tree
sometimes I look out the window
and she waves or smiles at me

frost paints over the window
cobwebs fill the room
and still the girl in the garden
sweeps away the gloom

I've never spoken to the girl in the garden
I couldn't if I tried
but her smile is a sight to see
even if she's long since died

she's a growing sunflower
what will you bring?
fire or water

By: Cedric McClester

Don’t let him whisper
In your ear
That this virus
Will just disappear
Or that a cure
Is very near
In a word
He’s insincere

Don’t allow him
To make believe
That there’s some magic
Up his sleeve
That only he
Can retrieve
If the data
Is to be believed

In invincibility
He’d like to bask
So he refuses
To wear a mask
And now the dye
Has been cast
It’s become clear
He’s not up to the task

Obviously he’s
On a trip
While his poll numbers
Continue to slip
Like a captain of
A sinking ship
Too bad he hasn’t
Got a grip











Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I look at the moon and think of you.

"why are you writing
poems and prose?"
asked a guy out of nowhere
while staring at my pen

"to breathe."
I answered with a smile

for writing lets me indulge
with metaphors and similes

it is my escape
the key toward my fantasies