The Woman Hero

I wrote “The Woman Hero” in a couple of major sessions for an original entry to a writing competition at school. I wouldn’t call it my best poem ever, but it’s far from my worst. Certainly better than most of the crap I tend to write :).

When war came calling,
Nay, crashing down ‘twixt heath and burrow
She fought, unsung
And steadfast, stood alone

Her eyes flashed with ideas
Mouth rapped; her crime, speaking
Heart quashed ‘neath bitter boot
Alone she worked, silenced

When folly or courage
Oft’ in equal measures
Brought spiteful wounds upon his breast,
Silent and alone, by tender touch, she healed him

And when she stood at last
Cried out for a turn to speak
Men and Gods forbade her
In the dark hollow of soul
She wept alone

There, I saw her
Raging silently in the night
Her voice and right, disavowed
Cheeks worn by tears and centuries

And I, with chivalrous design reached out
Erred intent to salve her stinging wounds
For which no balm save Liberty can heal
She rose, a Phoenix, an unbroken Atlas,
Shrugging away a  thankless world
As a sunrise o’er the mountains
Tears worn, a proud banner
She stands Independent
Aflame with courage
She, valiant Woman
Long silent Hero.
Speaks

5-6-2011

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Where did I go

 

Where did I go,

Locked deep inside

Pain hurts so much

I just had to hide

I used to laugh

And have a great time

I had lots of friends

And lots of sunshine

Now I’m alone with just me inside

Lonely and sad

And locked deep inside

Missing myself

In search of me

Trying to let out, the hurt that trapped me

I want my laugh back

Where can it be?

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Little Boy Lost

His name was Brandon

His hair curly blonde and his eye’s full of blue,

He came into our lives’ so little and new,

He grabbed at our hearts we all loved him too,

But he wasn’t ours to keep but just for a while,

He lived in our home and stayed a long while

We loved and we laughed and we had a good time,

This little boy lost was gone in due time.

He went home to his mother where he wanted to be,

He left a hole in the middle of me,

But I’m happy to have the time he spent here,

And In my heart he will always be,

Sometimes I wonder,

Does he remember me?

Little boy lost where are you now.

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A Relationship stolen

I wanted to be his father,

For two years I loved him, felt the warmth of his little body in my arms

The beautiful smile the shine in his eyes when he looked at me,

His first birthday was a joy in my heart, he smeared frosting on my nose and we both laughed,

Our first Christmas was heaven as I watched his tiny fingers try to open the gift wrap,

The glow of Happiness I saw in his face

I wanted to be his father and see him grow,

I wanted to be his father and share in his glow,

His first day of school I wanted to know

I wanted to be his father as he grew up

But I didn’t get to be the father he knew,

He was stolen by his mother, with hatred inside

She told him I didn’t love him and filled him with lies.

A relationship stolen I had no control, my heart has been broken, I want him to know,

I wanted to be your father.

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On the Gain and Value of College

I registered today at ScholarshipExperts, which I learned about while attending the STOMP conference at UCLA last month. After registering and filling out several thousand miles of personal details, I was presented with a rather thick list of scholarships to which I might apply, and so I began to peruse them. One scholarship in particular caught my eye, the “Campus Discovery Survey,” which offered a pretty hefty scholarship opportunity in exchange for taking a brief survey followed by an extemporaneous essay on the topic, “What have you gained by going to college and what value have you received?” all in the space of merely 200 words.

I registered today at ScholarshipExperts, which I learned about while attending the STOMP conference at UCLA last month. After registering and filling out several thousand miles of personal details, I was presented with a rather thick list of scholarships to which I might apply, and so I began to peruse them. One scholarship in particular caught my eye, the “Campus Discovery Survey,” which offered a pretty hefty scholarship opportunity in exchange for taking a brief survey followed by an extemporaneous essay on the topic, “What have you gained by going to college and what value have you received?” all in the space of merely 200 words. At best that’s a difficult task, of course; I could already write a volume or two on the benefit I’ve gained from college and I’ve only just finished my first year. So I set out to write as concisely as possible, and about halfway through was rather shocked to discover that lo and behold, my essay was spilling forth in the form of a poem. It’s not my best poem, to be sure, but it’s only half bad, and at the very least it does answer the question. What’s perhaps most amazing of all, though, is the length: it came out to exactly 200 words.

On the Gain and Value of College

One year into my college career, a swelling is growing inside. A sense that’s immense, of something much greater, of words and ideas all echoing close and intense. I’ve learned new confidence, fed by practiced competence, and a wakening awareness of something–many things–more.

For when I was a child, the kind who rarely smiled, such expansive futures were not to be–not for me. For I came from a place not so much full of grace, but of an empty, a doom and a dreary tomorrow or two.

Onto the campus I stepped with much fear, my heart thumping hard and afraid! And the sun lit up bright, showed me all would be right, just a little effort be made. I found new ways to open, new ways to see, new ideas to think on–and a new, better me. So class by class, I’ve gained a new sense of ID-of loved and unknown ones, all part and parcel of me.

Such values as these are rarely expressed, for it seems so unfair, to have their meanings compressed; but assured  may you rest that what I’ve gained from college is the quintessentially best.

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Contiguous Collection of Consistent Contradictions

The light shines from the radiant page
Awake!
The battle-cry of the textbook, crumpled pages
Marked and marked and marked for more lucid moments.

Tales told and echoed through time
Demand!
Consideration of the eyes and thoughts and sentiments unseen
Who wept and cheered and laughed and bore horror’s torment.

Prose that winds the page like a coiled snake
Dangerous!
Fires set in hearts a century apart, joined in feeling
Yet split by a clock do minds twirl and race and excite by others long since dead

And thunder dwells ‘neath breast and nipple
Uncaged!
Never tamed, but for this fire inside, passed not by seed but word and deed
Alight! This sweet flame, this fickle bitch, this angry, loving, rich and poor
Beautiful monster inside
Destroyer of the world
Creator of the new
Tyrant and Liberator
Embittered and
Softened
Sculpted

Self.

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What a man should believe

This is for my Grampa, John Vernon Ward. He passed away unexpectedly on May 13th, 2009. I’ll always regret the time I missed with him, but I’ll be eternally grateful for the example he was to me of what a man can and should be. He touched more lives than I can even imagine possible, and he’s always been my best example and inspiration among my family. I love you, Grampa. You’re my hero, and you always were.

This is for my Grampa, John Vernon Ward. He passed away unexpectedly on May 13th, 2009. I’ll always regret the time I missed with him, but I’ll be eternally grateful for the example he was to me of what a man can and should be. He touched more lives than I can even imagine possible, and he’s always been my best example and inspiration among my family. I love you, Grampa. You’re my hero, and you always were.

What A Man Should Believe

What a man should believe
You taught me by your way
How you lived and carried on
Through each and every day

You taught me to believe
That people are usually good
And reaching out in friendship
Is the way I always should

You showed in all your action
That virtue and honor define a man
And you carried them as your character
In ways you taught me to understand

You showed me how your courage
Was at the forefront of your creed
And I’m inspired by the way you faced
Every adversity and need

But amongst these many virtues
One stands so far above
And I will never, ever forget
The warmth and power of your love

I’ll always love you, Grampa
The best parts of me came from you
You taught me everything worth believing
And every word, I know, is true.

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