If I ever...

...find myself trapped by fate and screaming out to others, [from an Island of my own making] please don't tell me where it's at; don't tell me your authority gives you license to shut me down.
I'll take your time and make it my own.
I'll stop listening to your rants of hatred.
I'll be the voice in the wilderness, happily ever after.

When we stop conversing like two opposing teams
the World, I think, will be just a bit brighter;
the night will be welcome, once again,
and,
any thought of Islands will be given space
to breathe.

Until then,
I'll do it myself,
thank you.

POD-Power Redux:

Hey! What are you Reading??

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Poet at Fifty:

Let me write myself

in a corner

and, dare to call it my own:

Its textures were dimpled at birth;

and, the eyes have always had it.

Let whatever wisdom carried

refashion

more stately clothes.

**

Let the Light that shines on all

be ever in my grasp.

**

I praise this day

and my lonely soul

and whatever

its captured;

its worth.

w.H.b ~Copyright, o2/12/o9~

What We Need:

Hey! What are you Reading??

In these Uncertain Times
We need Poetry.

We call the shots
and call out the bigger-shots
as they float
their Golden para-shoots.

Somewhere,
between para-graphs written
and simple-man wisdom

We see Ourselves...

Us, merging with them;

as luminous as Our

Words.