Happy Mother’s Day to all who have been, wish to be, or have mothers in their lives! I miss mine every day, especially on days like today. I wrote my … Continue reading Give Me Weeds
Tag: poetry
In the Desert Still?
We live each day Still devoted to our ideology that we are free that we live in the Land of Justice, of Liberty, that we are better, stronger, and informed … Continue reading In the Desert Still?
My Two Hands
I have two hands Of my very own Both are strong Able to lift and squeeze And both are weak Too soft to do all That they need. Yet they … Continue reading My Two Hands
My Mother’s Weeds
When we were children My mother had a garden wild as we Full of bachelor’s buttons heron’s bill, vining twists of morning glory field madder and daisies Sunflowers, snapdragons, poppies, … Continue reading My Mother’s Weeds
White Terrorism
The flames have been fanned, our system of hate is in place, Decades of fears – of the muslim, the immigrant, the refugee’s face, The fear’s locked in, right where … Continue reading White Terrorism
A House Built on Hate
A hate-filled house – Anger dripping from its beams – Is a decrepit house Rotting at the seams. That selfish wrath we spew All the “I haves, mine, and this is only for me” All … Continue reading A House Built on Hate
Broken Things
“We need to fix her!” He exclaimed bemusedly “But I don’t know how She’s so lost. So far beyond reach.” At a loss for words I simply thought Who are … Continue reading Broken Things
A Rainbow’s Song
There are days that seem magical Not because everything was great But because all the simple things Fell right into place And the laughter And the harmony For those silly … Continue reading A Rainbow’s Song
The Rock and the Pebble
I am a rock Rough edged Unhewn I hide in my cave Surrounded by quiet I hear the crash Of a distant wave But I remain Silent Unmoved. I am … Continue reading The Rock and the Pebble
Another Name
And another name is said And another Tear is shed A “suspect” shot simply because His skin was dark and his stalled car was parked A helping hand maybe a “Can … Continue reading Another Name
R.R. Wolfgang 