Kevin Hollingsworth
Oct 22, 2015 | 1st pages, Featured, Poetry
American Princess
My American Princess was the night's grace and attraction's ally. When I saw her I could hear the sanctity of her footsteps. I could feel the loveliness of her walk. I could imagine the softness of her skin. Her gentle soul complimented her gentle beauty.
Her smile communicated love, and her love smiled back at me. Her beautiful lips comforted my eyes when I looked at them. Eloquence once described her nose and ears with much pride, and I will always remember their beauty that way. My American Princess was a blessing uncovered, and I am glad I found her. She was freedom's most darling endeavor.
Beauty delivered her and the Stars and Stripes crowned her. My American Princess, I love you so.
Doug Hughes
Oct 15, 2015 | 1st pages, Poetry
A BATTLE TO RATTLE
With Your Spirit to guide me,
And Angels beside me.
There’s nothing save You that I fear.
All these lessons I’ve learned,
Having watched my paths turn,
Thanks to You Lord seems ever so clear.
With authority and might You told us to fight,
And You gave us Your power to do it.
We need to reach out and take it,
Find the stronghold and break it.
But many will say, “Lord; You blew it!”
“You didn’t give me enough”,
Or “the devil’s too tough.”
“Now excuse me while I lay down and die.”
What a sad case to see,
How the vast majority,
Are too willing to believe Satan’s lie.
We must march into the battle and know the devil is rattled.
For he knows he’s already lost.
Let us stand tall and be strong through it all.
And remember; he was beat at the cross.
Ramona L. Hyman
Oct 14, 2015 | 1st pages, Poetry
Morning Prayer
my heart rests in the vein
of African-America.
It speaks; I listen
Amen
Kevin Hollingsworth
Oct 13, 2015 | 1st pages, Poetry
Her Name Was Lovely
Her body was not perfect, but a sculpted delicacy.
Beauty covered her entire frame with no doubt.
Autumn's desire she was indeed.
Summer and fall could not forget her.
Her beauty resonated in winter especially.
I loved her so, but she never knew
Maria Ní Mhurchú
Aug 6, 2015 | 1st pages, Poetry
Angels of the Dark
Candles line my path
I light each one
With a spark from a star
The beauty of the black night
The vermilion hedge filled with fairies
Flitting through the snowdrops
Wings shimmering
As glow worms
Spin a web of gossamer
As sprites flitter and flutter
And glitter
By the light of the silvery moonlight
As I'm clothed in a delicate shimmering cloak
By my magical friends
Cinderella ready to meet Prince Charming.
T.W. Penn
Aug 3, 2015 | 1st pages, Poetry
December 1981
I was almost three.
I saw Mom in a
Wheelchair.
She was holding
Something
Small, like a bag of
Russet potatoes.
I didn't realize
That was
Your skin,
Your body that
Tiny,
Your face so
Serene.
Then you got
Dirty.
The screaming
Killed my
Curiosity
For a moment.
I walked
Towards your crib,
Trying to
Figure out the
Issue.
