by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
hero,
My hero has a name which has lived on
through history with great respect and love.
Though decades since his time has come and gone,
there’s no other leader I can think of
who cared so much for all those for whom he
was representing in high government.
Though poor, he rose up, and a destiny
of greatness he fulfilled as president.
A nation divided had to be kept
from separating. War had to be fought.
So many died. For that, I’m sure he wept.
Yet assassination fell to his lot.
He freed the slaves; there was no better than
dear Abe, a self-taught, honest and good man.
Nov. 26, 2017 for the Hero Contest of Silent One
by Sue Mason |
Categories:
faith, family
How's my Coretta?
Oh God, I rest knowing love.
Thank You for our life!
For Abe Lopez contest
by Reyhan Yucebay |
Categories:
peace, people, philosophy, political, visionary
May be is forgotten
I am the light in his dreams
Love and respect for him
In memories I catch to him
Walk to momentum
In love become of live
In shadows turn corner
Woves of fight walls in light
In clear deeds piece in future hopes
-Your truthfulness
Fight in truthfulnes making this country in destiny
We all in piece to survive-
by Ross Thompson |
Categories:
angst, death, faith, hope, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, people, philosophy, religion, song-uplifting, love,
Why do I chase the atom?
when the universe has always been mine.
Can love evolve from red giant
into a galaxy?
Dust and stone
become skin and bone,
born; fall and rise again.
I love the black holes
of your eyes
for they radiate
much more light
than they could ever take.
White hot coals made to rake
caked surface of my lungs.
How I long to see your breath
steam up the silence in my soul.
Droplets, turn into rapids
and rush my question away.
I tripped; stumbling
my spirit crumbling.
Hold; release those fingers.
Strength born of sugar
does not last, and it feeds fear
I need complex and organic
Can rotten become fresh?
Carry the inner babe
Cain and brother Abe.
Save: heal the tether.
by Pat Adams |
Categories:
passion, perspective, poetry,
The masquerade party theme was to show
What your love life is like for all to know
One man without blinkin'
Said, "I am Abe Lincoln,"
"My last four scores were seven years ago!"
by Matthew Anish |
Categories:
poetry, political,
Here at the coffee shop
I discuss capitalism vs. socialism with the young barista
I don't want to get shot for writing a poem
So I do not intend to emigrate to North Korea anytime soon
Have not travelled much as I would like to
But I have been to Israel where they just had a bruising election
which the USA will have soon
Poetry is much nicer than politics - for the most aprt
Old Abe Lincoln wrote verse as did Eugene Mc Carthy
Maybe we of the "soup" should form a politcal party
our platform will be more readings for all
Peace. power and love
shoudl be our slogan!!
by Jean Ward |
Categories:
love,
POEM IV
Dear heart of mine,
I ask for your hand.
Let me love you...always,
we will walk hand in hand.
Hand in hand, Molly and Abe,
sunshine and in shade.
Forevre then, forever then,
completely unafraid.
Completely unafraid...
Just two young contrary souls
with kids to fill a home.
Never alone, never alone,
two souls growing old.
Two souls growing old,
Mrs. President and thee.
Whatever will be,
whatever will be.
Marry, marry me,
marry, marry me.
'cause right can never be wrong,
right can never be wrong.
THE END
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
abortion, baby, birth, feelings, mother,
The virtuous woman at best
aligns with the cry of the babe.
The tears stain her apron and breast.
She remembers the seed of Abe.
God’s compassion works through the womb,
to seed, extend life, to cry out.
To harden is to chisel tomb,
to turn away as babe cries out.
To cradle the babe’s head, to rock
for endless minutes, to be soft,
to cocoon and protect, tick-tock,
to transcend goodness to God’s loft.
Should she be mother or keeper,
there’s potential for love of coos.
Sentence, not, to hands of reaper.
Remember who gives - wisely choose.