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High School and College by George Hypolite

George Hypolite

High School and College

They say high school days were the best
Those were the days when fights were crazy and everything was a mess
Days filled with jokes and forgotten tests
High school days were carefree and void of stress.

We’d go home with thoughts of doing that homework we got in class
But as we walked in the house our thoughts were filled with other tasks
Lost in a world of fun we said we’d do that homework last
Procrastination had no match

Then like a load of bricks it hits you in that college class you hate
Sighing you wonder if this was a mistake
Then the professor says test time as if he’s gone insane
Every college day makes you use your brain

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Having You by Christy McElroy

Christy McElroy

Having You

As morning came on that day
And early risers began to stir,
I could feel you; you were on your way,
And with pain, my eyes began to blur.

We flew to the doctor in a hurry,
Taking the things we needed.
The doctor did a check and said, “Don’t worry.”
Many women thought they’d been defeated;
That day was the day I met true pain,
And my heart was put to the test.
But I thought of the love I was going to gain
When you give a woman’s best.

I did cry and surely did scream.
I pushed with all my might,
And, just like the sweetest dream,
I was blessed with my child that night.

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Walking Blind by Rebecca Perkins

Rebecca Perkins

Walking Blind

I journey down these streets,
eyes shut tight to all I know.
Although I cannot see at all,
I find my way down every road.
Each twist and turn familiar
as an everyday routine.
I am guided by the hope
that paints out every scene.
There are bridges to be crossed
that lead to places left unknown,
and despite my hindered sight
my imagination flows.
In my mind I picture change.
I see hope and faith revived.
Overcome with such emotion,
I finally feel alive.
I keep walking down the asphalt,
still blind to what’s ahead.
Yet I’ve never seen such beauty,
be it only in my head.

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She Who is Inexorable by James Casper

James Casper

She Who is Inexorable

In your kingdom abyss, you wait for me
Whispering names of those soon to join,
A world below that hears no plea
The other side of Inanna’s coin;
To hold rare flowers in your tomb,
Celebrate birth from your stillborn womb.

I feel you in each shadow cast
Cold as the ice in your veins,
Harlots alike, as well as the chaste
Subject to your final embrace;
For whom do we wait so long?
No pity for the right or the wrong.

There is no tribute to your presence
Or shrines that bear your name,
Whether faith or good works reach heaven
First they must pass through your grave;
A testament to their fears,
It is you who are their tears.

Pale light of moon as it wanes
Aloof to the suffering of pride,
Rulers cling to their thrones in vain
Subjugated by death’s only bride;
Ereshkigal, it is you,
The only undying truth.

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Reflections by Lindsay Freeman

Lindsay Freeman

Reflections

Sometimes as I sit back and watch my children,
Really watch them and listen to what they say as they play their games,
I wait for them to ask the same question they always ask,
To tell them a story of what I did as a child.
What I did as a child? What games did I play?
How my life was and the toys that I had.

The answers that I give them,
Honest to the point of my memory,
Would depend on their ages.
How do I say my parents didn’t live as we do?
What do I say when they ask what that means?

So instead I think to myself that I will smile
Simply, as I did when I was a child
And didn’t know there was another option.
And I will be thankful for the childhood
I have been able to provide for them.

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Dies Mei Cat by Robert Kollman

Robert Kollman

Dies Mei Cat

Our morning starts early, way before light,
Smothering our owner who sleeps through the night.

As one of us plunges from the chair to the bed,
The other one pounces on our owner’s head.

With a prize in my mouth from the depths of the house,
I wake up my owner by bringing him a mouse.

Much fatigued from our napping all day in our bed,
We rest while our owner brings home the bread.

The cat laser’s out now, it’s time to play,
Devil’s eyes roaming, best time of the day.

Dizzy and knock-kneed in circles we go,
Why can’t we catch it? We’ll never know!

The laser is gone now, heads whirling and sore,
Incurable desire drives us for more.

The sound of the snack bag brings us from afar,
Ecstasy we’re in, like a drunk in a bar.

Too many snacks in the course of one day,
Cause froth-corrupted hairballs on the carpet to lay.