I love potatoes, for they can see, their tiny eyes are sweet to taste! Their peelings never go to waste, breakfast time, a lust begins, a cut potato is not a sin, salt and peppered I toss them in, a preheated pan awaits with grin, sizzle! pop! noises zen…senses arouse a desire within; fifteen minutes insures their done, toasted garlic creates bonjour,
observed potatoes visions crisp, potatoes eyes, the perfect twist.
Oxygenated tree persuades a caressing of their leaves, as i touch in gratitude another day I breathe.
I must share one if my favorite pomes, it was written
by, (Quantedius Hall,
“Son of Reality,” age 12)
From the book, (YOU HEAR ME?)
Edited by Betsy Franco.
It was explained that, this author, Betsy Franco, decided to put together a meaningful book of pomes, and she thought the young men in the inner city had something to say to the world.
“And they certainly did.”
You may want to check out this book.
It’s ruthlessly honest! & freeingly truthfull. If it doesn’t wake you up! You may not be ready to hear this.
The teacher will appear when the student is ready. .
{TIME SOMEBODY TOLD ME}
TIME SOMEBODY TOLD ME THAT I AM LOVELY, GOOD AND REAL. THAT I AM BEAUTIFUL INSIDE, IF ONLY THEY KNEW HOW THAT WOULD MAKE ME FEEL.
TIME SOMEBODY TOLD ME THAT I SHOULD KEEP TRYING AND NEVER QUIT.
TIME SOMEBODY TOLD ME HOW THEY LOVED AND NEEDED ME, HOW MY SMILE IS FILLED WITH HOPE, AND MY SPIRIT SETS THEM FREE, HOW MY EYES SHINE FULL OF LIGHT, HOW GOOD THEY FEEL WHEN THEY HOLD ME TIGHT.
TIME SOMEBODY TOLD ME,
SO I HAD A TALK WITH MYSELF,
JUST ME AND NOBODY ELSE,
‘CAUSE IT WAS TIME SOMEBODY TOLD ME.
[[BY QUANTEDIUS HALL,
“SON OF REALITY.”]]
Broken dreams of years gone by, my entire life tangled lies, deception smooths with alibies, suddenly I come alive, shattered mirrors on my wall, I stand alone, I can’t recall, screaming echos in the hall, reminds me I have lost it all.
[By Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]
Starting over…..
I GIVE UP ALL HOPE OF HAVING A BETTER PAST!
《Ménage à trois.》
[By Dawna Bowles (C) 2012]
Reach for the stars, if you miss you’ll land on the moon, and the moon is a lot closer to your goal then earth is.
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