Future

What is the next step
When the factories have gone
And the steel mills have closed
And the mighty smoke stacks of Allentown
Cease to billow and blow?

When Flint is a ghost town
And Sacramento is gridlocked in red ink
When prisons reap more than schoolhouses
And a dollar won’t buy a cup of coffee
Here or in a third world country?

The next step is to stand
To rise above the masked oppression
The next step is to take back our freedom
And live the lives our forefathers intended…
Or is this it?

Here are the blogs I love:

1. Poetic Dream

2. The Truth to Some Extent

3. THE ART OF FREEVERSE

4. Untold Tales

...and many others.

Auntie Maya

On the corner
Outside the market
Near the trash can
Where the needles land
Sits Auntie Maya.
Regal as her name
Mighty in her stature
Five foot nothing
And just as wide.
She’s got change
For the faded gumballs
The after school crowd likes so much
They take her change
Or give her theirs spare
Buy the balls
Then dip ‘um in X
Float in the clouds o
Red, blue and green.

Poem: One More for the Road

They laid her out
A final rest on a cold slab
A man in a whit coat
A curtain pulled
One last look
Ashen, frigid, stiff
A lifeless vessel
Expertly averted eyes
A nod and it’s done
One more for the road

America is back

On this dawn of a new hope
A new light...
A new truth...
Let freedom ring.

Poem: There is a Time

There is a time for looking outward
A time for looking in
There is a time for growing older
And a time for living sin.

There is a time for stands united
A time to admit the fall
There is a time for glancing backward
And a time to accept the call.

Please bend for America
Live up to her name.
Fix your broken promises
Except your rightful blame.

There is a time for being silent
A time for righteous voice
There is a time for peaceful protest
And a time to make a choice.

There is a time for doing nothing
A time to make amends
There is a time for standing rigid
And a time the branch must bend.

Please bend for America
Live up to her name.
Fix your broken promises
Except your rightful blame.

Poem: The End of the Small Town

Build on the backs of our fathers
Small towns from sea to sea
A symbol of hard work and freedom
Things our children may never see.
Small towns erased from our memories
Crowded streets and congestion all
My kingdom for the country
Not another mall.