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NO PRAYER GOES UNANSWERED No prayer goes unanswered when spoken earnestly. For God's tender mercy is for all eternity. A heart that has been broken is easy to offend. And a spirit that is shattered does not easily mend. Rivers that are raging flows into the sea No man is an island though some try to be. There are reasons for tear drops and reasons for pain, In our weakest moments there is strength we may gain. So toil if you must for just a little longer The pains of today tomorrow will make you stronger. No prayer goes unanswered when spoken earnestly. For God's tender mercy is for all eternity. Sidney Singleton - email@example.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ First Ever notice the wonders of joy Ever feel the rapture of delight I am my mother's child She has given me flight. As I sit here on the balcony Watching this sunrise I can see me in my mother I can hear her thoughts devise You will take over now Take us, depart Egypt, Senegal, Ethiopia, Dakar Carry us with you in your heart! Descendants As I look into the mirror Faces of the past I see Kathryn, Richard, Lucy, Mary And then, Emily? No, that's ME! Windows open in my mind Visions sneak in at every turn Reuben, Calvin, Charlotte, Horace Oh, their struggles I have learned Melungeon, Black, Octoroon, Mulatto And White on more than occasion Than they want Us to be And here generations later We're not slaves, we're free And they're the MINORITY! Sharyn Hunter - firstname.lastname@example.org ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The Lonely Diva High in tower with a view of the land the Diva waits patiently for her Prince Charming's hand. Desired by all men though alone she sleeps erotic dreams are her escape, when awakened, she clutches her pillow and weeps. To confine her passion is nothing less than a sin, but when unleashed without control she possess the drive of ten. Through rage for the time she's lost and her restraints now broken she uses her body thoughtlessly, as man's undeserved love token. With little selfworth and a heart just as cold she feels like nothing more, than a piece of meat to be bought or sold. A Diva's world is empty with no one to call her own, she would rather end her reign than sit on a hollow thrown. Christopher Hare (Valentino) email@example.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Powerless Trapped in my own existence Searching to remove another's definition of me Nine-to-five slave to other's ambitions Captive to my training, absent is true education "Don't pay this, and we'll cut off that" Though I've come of age I still remain a child to darkness Cutbacks, layoffs, restructuring: It's all the same song Move to a new plantation, to feed from another master's hand Hungry, the children Discouraged, the wife Phantom, in control Powerless, the life B. Henry - firstname.lastname@example.org ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ the all-purpose poem, generic aisle no.1 (dedicated to my fellow niche-ers) "ACCESSIBLE! ACCESSIBLE!", the agent said to me; "Make your poems ACCESSIBLE! to those who cannot read!" to those who cannot read? i asked, my eyes and mind agape; "ACCESSIBILITY! is all!" he mimicked, like an ape. "Trust me, dear child," he said to me, "Trust me, because, you see, your writing is too damned complex-- it requires folks to read." at this, i looked at him as if he had just pulled himself up outta the spin cycle. he continued on: "And if you make them read," he said "It might drive them to drink. For reading poetry's a pain-- it requires folks to think." uh, no sh--, sherlock. but, being polite, i kept my True Feelings to myself for the time being. hell, he's Literate. he knows of what he speaks. right? hmmm. so, what do you suggest? i asked, really not wanting to know; "ACCESSIBILITY! the key, I'll tell you what should go." "The first to go should be the way you space and type your words; those little letters are too small, your spacing's for the birds!" "And while you're at it," he did say, "why don't you make it rhyme? I learned in grade school that is how poetry's done most the time!" by this point, i'm wondering to myself whether or not he got his Literary Agent Badge from a box of crackerjacks. but hell, he's on a roll, let him finish. maybe i'll Learn Something. "I've got another good suggestion!" he went on to voice; "I'd give up being Deep, my dear; but, really, it's your choice." "All-in-all, I would remove the differences you scribe; ACCESSIBLITY!--utmost-- means setting them aside." y b nermal? i asked him. He answered with a "tut! "An abeynermal attitude will land you on your butt!" "You said you want to get paid, yeah?" he teased, knowing my plight; "Well, if you do, the only way is writing Poetry-Lite." of course, i vamoosed. so who needs money, anyway? Rose "bambam" Cooper email@example.com
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