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I wonder
did Jesus
ever wonder

as a man
he could not
know all things
would not
be omniscient

as a man
I could learn
from his thoughts
in his come-of-age
undisclosed years

I wonder
did Jesus
ever wonder
about what
I wonder

as men
did we share
human doubts
did we have the
same questions

I wonder
did Jesus
ever wonder
about you
or me

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So, about my students..

My students are challenging me to complete the same poetry booklet that they are completing for a project grade. The first poem that I had them create was an acrostic, and not the typical “use your own name” acrostic, I challenged them to get a little be more creative with it– as a result I created one that I thought was fitting for some of the recent events that have been unfolding in the media….Here goes nothin’:

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“Beyonce”

Boy, that girl can sing! I mean…

Everything!

Yelling and hollering, but always

On key.

Never shy, but I think she hides things.

Concerts and tours, she appears to be free.

Everything that meets the eye isn’t always what it seems.

Drink ‘er down…

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“Spirits”

He let out a muffled screech as it fell to the gritty surface of the pavement.

A resounding thud followed by a short crash.

Moving with an expedient pace,

the warm, yet cool liquid stretched itself hastily across the city’s abrasive pavement.

Along with the unfortunate spill of the spirits

escaped a host of unexpressed emotions–

anger,love, happiness, sorrow, freedom, lust…

there it was soaking into the city’s surface.

This is the liquid of power, of uninhibited bliss and joy, anger and evil–

This liquid has the power to make the best of a bad situation, or the worst of the best.

And with a sigh, he collected the
shattered pieces  and continued his journey to nowhere,

lonely and powerless.

Time Keeps on Ticking…

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“Time Keeps on Ticking”

Watching the clock as it hastily marks time

makes me anxious about my life.

Have I made the right choices?

Is this where I should be?

Something feels out of place,

and I know that the clock is mocking me.

 

Sometimes my station in life feels like a shoe 

that doesn’t quite fit.

Maybe the discomfort will work to my benefit?

My vision of the future is limited 

and the end I cannot see.

I can’t be sure, but I feel that time is mocking me.

 

What is on the horizon cannot be known for sure,

but when I begin to write there is a feeling that acts as a lure.

It draws me in and takes me way down deep;

I feel that I’m on the verge of discovering my destiny.

 

So maybe I’m wrong about the clock and the time.

Maybe it is just pushing me toward a destiny that is mine.

Edging me forward toward freedom and success–

maybe the hasty clock knows exactly what is best.

As I glance at the clock, no need to worry anymore

I know that the next chapter in my life has yet to be explored.

 

 

 

 

A Haiku

Painful is watching,
Waiting for this test to end.
Ugh, state testing time.

Growing Curioser and Curioser.. (poem)

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“The Pondering”

Pencil to paper- I think about him

he’s intoxicating my thoughts like his first name is Gin.

When I close my eyes to the world to be come overtaken by sleep

it’s his essence that’s seeping into my dreams.

Pleasurable to most, but bothersome to me

because I feel that this course requires a soloist to seek.

I could be wrong, I’ve been wrong in the past-

but if this solo becomes a duo, how long will it last?

Will it sustain me from here to Kingdom Come,

or make like emotional mascara, and run?

I don’t have time or patience that I’m willing to give

because for the first time, in a long time, my words are

allowing me to live.

I feel that I’m bursting out, finally becoming free

I don’t know if I can allow him to take that from me.

I could be wrong- maybe he is my help,

his silent strength pushing me to expose myself-

as a writer, a woman, a force to be seen-

so my hopes and my prayers can become reality and no longer a dream.

Should I allow him entrance into my world?

This boy, this man , this sir?

It is too early to know for sure

but like young Alice, I grow curiouser and curiouser…

Good Morning…

Inspiration

Sweet, swift uplifting of the soul and mind

allowing me to move in a direction I never knew I was meant to take.

Sweet in a way that makes me feel like I’ve gotten a brief glimpse 

of my first born, my own flesh and blood.

Sweet like the first bite of a ripe peach on a mild summer day.

These are the things that come from you

that make me feel like me–

make me thoughtful,

make me human.

Lost…

I lost myself looking for you

and I have yet to find you.

I have been a million different women in between.

It is possible that you saw me, but did not recognize me

because I was donnning yet another disguise.

In the Meantime

“In the Meantime”

 How can I feel this way about you?

I haven’t even had the pleasure of your company-

Or felt the velvety smoothness of your skin,

Or smelled the sweetness that lingers on your breath.

But I can imagine-

I imagine feeling the calloused palms of your strong hands as they take my hands into yours-

I can feel the vibration of your gentle laugh following a vulnerable moment for two

I can hear the traces of an “I love you” so pure-

pour into my ears and take hold of my soul.

Somehow you have gained a subtle power over me…

I am enchanted.

I find myself yearning to give up all control.

 

I never imagined myself to be the kind of woman to wait in quiet anticipation of you

“strike while the iron is hot,” is usually my speed

But I’m putting all that behind me now because I know,

I feel that you are well aware of all of my most intimate needs.

The love of a strong man- -quiet, confident, and sure

Who has no qualms with the whole of me, and is the only holder of the keys to this unlocked door.

 

I can only imagine the unbridled freedom that I’ll feel when your love truly takes hold-

It will be the scent of fresh linens and feel like a bath in sun’s gold.

Oh how I can’t wait for the day-

It’s almost too much to bear

But these feelings-

These feelings you evoke in me are so far beyond compare.

 

So will it all be worth the wait?

Some would say there’s no possible way for me to know

But sometimes, when it comes to you

My intuition is filled with an unwavering certainty that I feel down to my core.

 

I asked the Lord for patience, and I know he answers prayers

So in the meantime, I’ll be waiting patiently until both of our hearts are prepared.

Annnd go…..

Class Dismissed

I allowed you to mislead me and misguide me

Use me and abuse me

Deplete me of all of my good intentions

and left me with virtually no remnants of myself.

All of this was done under the guise of friendship;

You preyed on my innocence

manipulated your intentions with me in order to extract  some of the sweetest nectar from my very core.

It wasn’t until too late that I realized that I, in fact, was the only one of us being true.

And even in that realization

I made an attempt to save a friendship that never truly existed at all.

What a fool I was,

But a fool no longer I shall be.

Because you taught me lessons that I wouldn’t have learned ay other way.

To open my eyes to the truly wicked ways of this world?

Teaching me discernment and patience, and the power of an observant eye?

Maybe…

These are things one can only learn from experience…right?

And you-you’re the master teacher.

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