Memory

MemoryBY WILLIAM WORDSWORTHA pen–to register; a key–That winds through secret wardsAre well assigned to MemoryBy allegoric Bards.As aptly, also, might be givenA Pencil to her hand;That, softening objects, sometimes evenOutstrips the heart’s demand;That smooths foregone distress, the linesOf lingering care subdues,Long-vanished happiness refines,And clothes in brighter hues;Yet, like a tool of Fancy, worksThose Spectres toContinue reading “Memory”

You will never see me fall

You Will Never See Me FallBY JOYCE ALCANTARAYou may see me struggle,but you won’t see me fall.Regardless if I’m weak or not,I’m going to stand tall.Everyone says life is easy,but truly living it is not.Times get hard,people struggleand constantly get put on the spot.I’m going to wear the biggest smile,even though I want to cry.I’mContinue reading “You will never see me fall”

It couldn’t be done

It Couldn’t Be DoneBY EDGAR GUESTSomebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle repliedThat “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it.He started to singContinue reading “It couldn’t be done”

Have you earned your tomorrow?

Have You Earned Your Tomorrow BY EDGAR GUESTIs anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through; Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who cameContinue reading “Have you earned your tomorrow?”

The invitation

The InvitationBy Oriah Mountain DreamerIt doesn’t interest mewhat you do for a living.I want to knowwhat you ache forand if you dare to dreamof meeting your heart’s longing.It doesn’t interest mehow old you are.I want to knowif you will risklooking like a foolfor lovefor your dreamfor the adventure of being alive.It doesn’t interest mewhat planetsContinue reading “The invitation”

Still I rise

Still I riseBY MAYA ANGELOUYou may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty ofContinue reading “Still I rise”

Love in the time of corona virus

Love in the Time of corona virus BY NIKITA GILLToday, we stockpile empathy.We supply love and good energy.We sing to each other across buildings.We say ‘I love you’ through social distancing.Do you know that writing lettersto our friends is back in fashion?And that we finally have time to read more books,whether historical or fiction?My cousinContinue reading “Love in the time of corona virus”

If mama could see

if mama / could see]BY LUCILLE CLIFTONif mamacould seeshe would see lucy sprawling limbs of lucydecorating thebacks of chairslucy hairholding the mirrors up that reflect odd aspects of lucy.if mamacould hearshe would hearlucysong rolled in thecorners like lintexotic webs of lucysighslong lucy spiders explaining to obscure gods.if mamacould talkshe would talkgood girl good girl goodContinue reading “If mama could see”