Like This Rock
By Ken Vanderpool
As I sit here on this rock
Contemplating its beauty and its age,
I am compelled to consider its survival
Despite the involvement of our species.
Oh that all of Earth, like this rock,
Could survive our oblivious disrespect,
Fending off our abuse and depletion,
Along with natures own wearing away.
Humanity, rather than a supportive partner
Has provided the Earth with consumption.
Like an unabated wildfire engulfing the woodlands,
Mankind continues to squander our planet.
The Earth, in its attempt at survival,
Has already begun to defend itself.
Its response to our abuse was predictable,
For instinct teaches all living things to fight when attacked.
What will it take to awaken our understanding – to call us to action?
If we do not want all of Earth to look like this rock,
We must learn to stop and think, to reduce, to reuse and to recycle.
The generous home that has supported us for so long is pleading for our help.
Ken lives just outside Nashville in Murfreesboro, TN. He has been a distribution manager for over 25 years and a covert poet/writer most of his life. An avid reader of novels, poetry, articles and almost anything in print, he has admired writers and their work for years and relishes creating work of his own. You can contact Ken at covert_poet@hotmail.com
Silent Words
I used to think that no one would listen
To the words I had to say
My opinion didn’t ever matter
It never affected anyone’s day
So I started putting my words on paper
So someone could see what was in my heart
I started to let the words cushion my tears
So that inside I wouldn’t fall apart
My words are a form of therapy for me
They help me to reflect on how I feel
They’re like holding up a mirror to my soul
Projecting everything that is indeed real
My words bring me back to reality
They’re the truth staring me in the face
Writing poetry is what helped me find myself
And has put me in a much better place
My words do mean something
They stand alone on solid ground
They’re my only way of shouting out
Without ever having to make a sound
Jimmetta Carpenter is the Editor and Creator of the Free Fall Literary E-Zine. She has dedicated herself to the power of the words and given into her passion for writing and has been writing poetry officially since the age of ten. She has two books of poetry self-published through lulu.com under the Pen name Gemini; one is titled “The Art of Love” and the other “Inside a Gemini’s Heart”. http://www.freefalllit.com/
Shades of Humility
Why you tryin to hide those beautiful eyes
Letting the shades cover up all those secrets and lies
Is it because right now they’re black and blue
From last nights scars the he put on you
You ain’t got to hide nothing cause I already know
About all the bruises you try not to show
Like the limp you said you got from falling on the floor
Or that bruise on your arm from bumping into the door
That lump on your forehead caused by running into his fist
You excusing him from calling you a bitch just because he was pissed
What about the back pain you got from being pushed down the stairs
Or the STD’s he brought you home from running up in them hoes bare
What about the times he slapped you around until blood covered your face
Or the time he shook you around so bad he put you in a neck brace
Did you forget about those nights you said no and he forced himself inside
Or the first day he told you that you were nothing and stripped away your pride
What about when he threatened to kill you if you even looked the other way
Or him getting you pregnant just so you would have a reason to stay
What about all the years he’s had you trapped under his spell
And your family you pushed away because he told you never to tell
What about him making you feel like you have nothing to gain
Is that why you hide your eyes, trying to shield the world from your pain
Stop covering up for him as if the people around you don’t already see
Stand up for who you are and come from beyond the shades of humility
Jimmetta Carpenter is the Editor and Creator of the Free Fall Literary E-Zine. She has dedicated herself to the power of the words and given into her passion for writing and has been writing poetry officially since the age of ten. She has two books of poetry self-published through lulu.com under the Pen name Gemini; one is titled “The Art of Love” and the other “Inside a Gemini’s Heart”. http://www.freefalllit.com/
Ancient Boy
In The Distance I Hear My Ancient Boy Calling Me
Past Voices Of Freedom That Sit Within Me
Vocal Groups Of Energy Passing Through Me
In Collective Thought
That Pull Me Towards The Center Of My Being
In A Surge Of Light
Aspects Of Myself Unite In Full Awareness Of Each Other
Joining Consciousness Floats In Rays Of Love
Creating A World Of Infinite Possibilities
In Sharing The Abundance Of Unity
I Am Awakened To An Everlasting Essence
Of Oneness
That Sees Itself In All Things
And Is All Things
Hal Manogue
From the 2008 Collection of Short Sleeves A Book For Friends. Release date October 2007
http://www.shortsleeves.net/
http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/
By Ken Vanderpool
As I sit here on this rock
Contemplating its beauty and its age,
I am compelled to consider its survival
Despite the involvement of our species.
Oh that all of Earth, like this rock,
Could survive our oblivious disrespect,
Fending off our abuse and depletion,
Along with natures own wearing away.
Humanity, rather than a supportive partner
Has provided the Earth with consumption.
Like an unabated wildfire engulfing the woodlands,
Mankind continues to squander our planet.
The Earth, in its attempt at survival,
Has already begun to defend itself.
Its response to our abuse was predictable,
For instinct teaches all living things to fight when attacked.
What will it take to awaken our understanding – to call us to action?
If we do not want all of Earth to look like this rock,
We must learn to stop and think, to reduce, to reuse and to recycle.
The generous home that has supported us for so long is pleading for our help.
Ken lives just outside Nashville in Murfreesboro, TN. He has been a distribution manager for over 25 years and a covert poet/writer most of his life. An avid reader of novels, poetry, articles and almost anything in print, he has admired writers and their work for years and relishes creating work of his own. You can contact Ken at covert_poet@hotmail.com
Silent Words
I used to think that no one would listen
To the words I had to say
My opinion didn’t ever matter
It never affected anyone’s day
So I started putting my words on paper
So someone could see what was in my heart
I started to let the words cushion my tears
So that inside I wouldn’t fall apart
My words are a form of therapy for me
They help me to reflect on how I feel
They’re like holding up a mirror to my soul
Projecting everything that is indeed real
My words bring me back to reality
They’re the truth staring me in the face
Writing poetry is what helped me find myself
And has put me in a much better place
My words do mean something
They stand alone on solid ground
They’re my only way of shouting out
Without ever having to make a sound
Jimmetta Carpenter is the Editor and Creator of the Free Fall Literary E-Zine. She has dedicated herself to the power of the words and given into her passion for writing and has been writing poetry officially since the age of ten. She has two books of poetry self-published through lulu.com under the Pen name Gemini; one is titled “The Art of Love” and the other “Inside a Gemini’s Heart”. http://www.freefalllit.com/
Shades of Humility
Why you tryin to hide those beautiful eyes
Letting the shades cover up all those secrets and lies
Is it because right now they’re black and blue
From last nights scars the he put on you
You ain’t got to hide nothing cause I already know
About all the bruises you try not to show
Like the limp you said you got from falling on the floor
Or that bruise on your arm from bumping into the door
That lump on your forehead caused by running into his fist
You excusing him from calling you a bitch just because he was pissed
What about the back pain you got from being pushed down the stairs
Or the STD’s he brought you home from running up in them hoes bare
What about the times he slapped you around until blood covered your face
Or the time he shook you around so bad he put you in a neck brace
Did you forget about those nights you said no and he forced himself inside
Or the first day he told you that you were nothing and stripped away your pride
What about when he threatened to kill you if you even looked the other way
Or him getting you pregnant just so you would have a reason to stay
What about all the years he’s had you trapped under his spell
And your family you pushed away because he told you never to tell
What about him making you feel like you have nothing to gain
Is that why you hide your eyes, trying to shield the world from your pain
Stop covering up for him as if the people around you don’t already see
Stand up for who you are and come from beyond the shades of humility
Jimmetta Carpenter is the Editor and Creator of the Free Fall Literary E-Zine. She has dedicated herself to the power of the words and given into her passion for writing and has been writing poetry officially since the age of ten. She has two books of poetry self-published through lulu.com under the Pen name Gemini; one is titled “The Art of Love” and the other “Inside a Gemini’s Heart”. http://www.freefalllit.com/
Ancient Boy
In The Distance I Hear My Ancient Boy Calling Me
Past Voices Of Freedom That Sit Within Me
Vocal Groups Of Energy Passing Through Me
In Collective Thought
That Pull Me Towards The Center Of My Being
In A Surge Of Light
Aspects Of Myself Unite In Full Awareness Of Each Other
Joining Consciousness Floats In Rays Of Love
Creating A World Of Infinite Possibilities
In Sharing The Abundance Of Unity
I Am Awakened To An Everlasting Essence
Of Oneness
That Sees Itself In All Things
And Is All Things
Hal Manogue
From the 2008 Collection of Short Sleeves A Book For Friends. Release date October 2007
http://www.shortsleeves.net/
http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/
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