Category Archives: poetry

Imperfect

Remember when we found that imperfect spot by the trees;

with the hive of bees?

Immature happy to be away from the crowd;

they are way too loud.

Warped were we; thinking crowds missed our plans.

Looking sketchy, holding hands.

Intimate plans turned to dud,

little brother threw a rock with a thud!

Angry bees shamed us away, their secrets for birds alone.

That imperfect spot by the trees, began a love still known.

©2017 E. R. Smith

 

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All or Nothing!

handed a package with instructions, “You all in?”

naw, can’t.  “In or you got nothin’.”

head down, then I got nothin’ then.

another day, another friend.

“Going over to the college, wanna come?”

head tilted to the side feeling dumb.

honest, I don’t know how to start?

“No worries friend, I’ll help that part.”

“Gotta world focus, to see change,

remove one from a demographic cage.”

followed friendly footsteps to lead me to a road,

not easy though, not easy though.

Finals told percentages of growth

gave my life some kind of hope.

Remember all or nothing as I lead.

My stronger voice, a clear feed.

I give all in my life, wanting to be something;

knowing its all or nothing.

©2017 E. R. Smith

 

 

 

#Write Photo: Soul Inside Out

Furious rage pushed soul out seeking solace elsewhere

Lost, looking through past for weapons to bring self back

Blackout memories become illuminated with prayer

As faith rises, ancestors are released for support

Found the soul wandering in a pool of doubt

God demanded reentry, the ecclesiastical court

Eased is the fury that tortured the soul

Put out by pure belief in a destined path

Wondrous is God’s power of decontrol

©2017 E. R.Smith

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

UnEarth

©2017 E. R. Smith

Met my ancestors on the road

translucent electricity beings

They reached down to till the soil

pulled roots from the start of their being

Smelled the wet, fertile soil as they nodded at me

Now you see, now you see

Yearly till the soil that is your being

Go down deep, beyond past seeing

Keep unearthing  your clay

Routinely cultivate you, new, starting today

 

 

 

 

You Know My Mom? She Was a Lucky Lady

©2017 E. R. Smith

You know my mom?  She was a lucky lady

Raised in 1930’s foster care

Our fathers abandoned us to her care

None left their last names behind

You know my mom?  She was a lucky lady

Raised four children on her own

Struggled to keep house and home

Very few treated her kind

You know my mom?  She was a lucky lady

Stretched resources like five loaves and two fish

Gave thanks for every received wish

We were all so sure of her love

My mom,  she sure was a lucky lady!

Called Jesus’ blessings like a preacher

Couldn’t read well, but raised a teacher

She now watches us from above

You know, I hope I’m lucky like that lady.

Loved and revered by children and grands

At her funeral most could only stand

I so love and miss my lady.