I strolled past a monument
that spent me around twice.
So now, I need the advice
of those who meet
in the middle of the mind.
Because I know for sure
that in-kind ventures
render themselves as useful tools,
in a world that schools us
with knowledge that picks
and chooses the truth it issues,
and that's just the half of it--
One night when everyone was gone,
I walked a hallway of heroes, alone.
Statues beneath great dome of a nation
all were men of a pale persuasion;
heroes and all--
both sides of a darkly lit hall;
seemed like there were rustlings
in the dark corners, neath sconces
or was it just the stirring of a conscience...
The bent of imagination
or maybe it was simple frustration
that caused me to see things in a field of dreams
that seemed to suffer from a certain drought.
With parched mouth, and wanton desire
I knew that I wouldn't rest until
I acquired the truth about who I am,
and what my purpose is here on Earth.
Later, I wrote about heroes in my life,
because I did not know her name.
Seemed it had been taken without glory or shame,
by these fellows in the hall, by act friend or name...
So, I have learned to pick heroes
and friends more carefully,
We only get one ride on this merry go round, you see
gotta leave a mark, make a sound so
at least before it's time to go
some hall of walls will have my echo...
My scribblings, and my voice
sounding out the real,
righteousness in flavored notes of life,
talents gone totally mad with frenzied aptitude
nothing unruly or lewd, like brewed tea,
steeped to taste.
Some joyful noise, with class and poise gained
by years of watching and learning,
now mercy rains upon our heads,
Lord is smiling, blessings abound
soul train leaving we are upward bound!
Author notes
This has been one exciting week for me. This is the seventh AP poet that I have collaborated with and I am amazed at how easy it was in each case. It has been my delight and utmost pleasure to work with Peteskid on this one.
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loved the sporadic rhyme patterns. the message in the last 2 stanzas really moved me. excellent
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Awesome flow and melding of voices, I want a ticket too! Wonderful sense of becoming part of history, of looking backwards and moving forwards. Excellent!
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what a great job as a collaborated poem! I loved the flow of this piece awesome job!
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I love the lines:
We only get one ride on this merry go round, you see
gotta leave a mark, make a sound so
at least before it's time to go
some hall of walls will have my echo.
We all want to leave our mark - a remembrance of our passing. I loved reading this - the flow - the images that came to mind as I read this poem. Thinking of who my hereos are and why.
A wonderful poem.
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Thank you Renee for the honor of writing with you, a collaboration done with ease and joy...PK
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