I like the sound of a word To me it is the singing of a bird A word that is heard inside my heart A word that does more than just impart I love the sounds that God has given us That vibrate clearly inside my chest They strike the drums beneath the chattering They...
They don’t want poems to rhyme these days Ruling poetic narrative profounder. But words which rhyme have their ways To plunge to an inside that’s far yonder. There are depths where sense can make a sense Not of logic but of beat and caress— Where words do more...
There is much control seeking by the one percentAnd much humanity in us ninety-nine others.Since learning all the good stuff can leave us spentLet’s forge a foundry where we can all be as mothers. Now, a mother can be boy or girlAnd can be childless or with a...
Drawn into the man we areBecause it is from woman that we came.We perhaps arrived here from a starAnd onwards to the unknown becomes our aim. Mother gives us warm assurance.But Father pushes us ready or not outsideHis parenting requires endurance;Hers says that in...
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