first_imgOur HeartsBy Matenneh-Rose L. DunbarMade of only soft flesh without a boneMade to be flexible and ready to bendMade of how we see the world aroundmade to swifter big problems suddenlyOur hearts plead to go on……………………Made to shed tears as a vent for hurtMade firm by the sound of pleasantriesMade bubbly when your smile radiatesMade weak by actions of the unfriendlyOur hearts sing a song…………………….made a hero by the loud acclaim of allMade to rock against all the odds in lifeMade green as a lawn new spring timeMade to glow as candles behind a glassOur hearts rests in a cradle……………Made to break when placed in shockMade to rejuvenate its self-healingMade to rosy again after the deep fallMade to tango in lilac and purple yetOur hearts soft but stronger than goldTwo Blind MenBy Matenneh-Rose L. DunbarAlong the metal wall of the presidential groundsTwo blind men felt their way down a clean pathThey multi stepped as slowly their hands gropedWith swinging white canes to navigate graduallyMuch vigor was placed into getting to destinationMy heart skipped a beat to see them do their bestThese…………. Two Blind MenOne wore slacks while the other was suited fineThe ironed black pant with white shirt was sharpSeemed like the suited guy was a office workerHis pal in slacks was matching in red and blueThey were sure to get to duty as they huggedIn close commune their goal was singular hereThese……. Two Blind MenInspiring puffs rise from their journey of a dayHands on each other back serves as self-beltsGuarding each from the cars busy Capitol HillTen thirty daily means commitments to themReady to face the pains and drains of todaySentiments float over why there is little careThese………. Two Blind MenHer SacrificeBy Varney L. S. GeanFrom the instant she knew beforehandA child growing her small belly heldThe sings all there she knew the truthHappy was she months later she boreThe moment when joy had no boundaryHer SacrificeHer love her nursing for the child she boreForsaking many things for the child’s futureToil and sweat for the child must be nurturedHer aim to make better won’t be ruinedThroughout times she did the best she couldHer SacrificeThat youngster will be greater she acclaimedFor all her efforts smiles her sweet face carriedShe did not falter not even in dire momentsHer newborn she prayed should be betterShe knew how far and whatever it tookHer SacrificeToday she laughs when mothers wailToday she smiles when people ask herWho is that greater man or woman with you?For all her efforts it is time to beam motherFor without YOU life would have been futileHer SacrificeA Whole New LevelBy Varney L. S. GeanStarted out like a blur out of nowhereStreaming down so rapid like cascadeA whole new levelHeadlong to get the paramount of allNot halting as everything spiral fasterA whole new levelIn this time minds jump start like boltsLike thunderbolts the sharpness mattersA whole new levelIn the long run results will be probableSomething to make frowned faces smileA whole new levelShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img

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