general topics
staying alive
each day
finding new ways
comprehending
life and its fullness
for intelligence
to be a seeker
of knowledge
big full blue skies
all above them
all beneath
keeps me intrigued
if i don't continue
feeding my mind
searching for more
reaching farther
life ends
Africa
Take me back to my home
the place where life began
A land rich with culture
and traditions of old.
My home full of diamonds
Golden with pride
The hot sands of Sahara
and animals wild and free.
Take me back to my home
to a village of tribal unity
Drink the waters of baobabs
Plant the seed of spiritual peace.
Take me back
i cry (again)
feeling down and sad frequently
now. it's like, when will happiness
continue and stay around awhile.
i like it much better. much better
than the fear of losing something
dear and close to me. oh here
comes another tear. from both
eyes. i close them trying to
stop it. but it doesn't.
courtyard
outside my door
there's a courtyard
filled with tall trees
plants of all kinds
and beautiful flowers
a set of cast iron chairs
and a table is there
home of strangers
without a home
early morning or late night
a place to sleep or rest
from time to time
a neighbor sits there
lost in thought, it seems
rocking in a chair
the other day
i spoke to him
but he didn't say anything
to me
after i entered my home
i looked out my window
i wondered about my neighbor
how he felt about life
people of another color
maybe having a bad day
not to be bothered
with the problems of others
i forgot it
and
let
it
go
a few days later
i walked through
the courtyard
i saw this same neighbor
i passed by…
without a word…
but my neighbor said
"hello"
-- the golden rule lives on --
birds fly high
it amazes me
to see birds fly in the sky
high above
buildings, trees, mountains
for miles
the varieties are endless
feathered wings
in flight
what does it feel like
to jump
and take off
soaring above the ground
looking down
and around
at things from that angle
elevated
the bird's stance
could be somewhat proud
knowing the advantage
strut the neck
quick movements
and very alert
a pleasure to watch
and hear
simple chirps
of songs unknown
morning sounds
to wake me
birds fly high
up above
feathered wings
in flight
the writing lab
i wanna write a poem
i'm gonna write a poem
right now
i enter the writing lab
pen in hand
felt tip brand
harp music plays
so softly...
as i put my feelings on paper
i write to free myself
my thoughts must come out
they cannot be contained
i must share them
the words i choose
simple is best
wanting everyone to understand
no cOnFuSiOn
metaphors - similes
may be done
but not intentionally
nouns and verbs, i know
the other is a guess
my concern
is the story told
can you see my thoughts
that's the reason i write
can't fit, in any mold
don't feel i have to
better yet
i don't want to
this is me
all of me
my poetry
my voice
my cry
my tears
falling
(maybe on deaf ears)
why does it hurt
when you're not accepted
different from the crowd
the coNfUsIoN
glad i'm in another place
exit
the chaos of this life isn't worth the headaches that makes
wrinkles on our foreheads etching our faces with memories of
discord from origins too numerous to mention in this itty-bitty
poem.
© 2000 by Janice Marie Smith aka joy2dai