I wish I had a crying tree where I could cry my woes;
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Wishes
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Algebra Amour
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Publishing News!
Hello, all! I have exciting news for the Phoenix Rising Poets.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The Storyteller
old man,
strike a chord on your dissonant harp
draw from broken strings and voice
a story
search your calloused heart and mind
for the fire of orpheus’ songs
whisper by the fire—stories
songs of mother goddess, songs of legend
whisper with the voice of flame—burn!
light a candle, melt the wax of time
you, singer
you, song
you, orpheus, immortal
pacify the rage of hades
purify the stain of promise, broken
crackle and burn, old man!
burn with the passion of legend
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Slave Story
If you be runnin, dere is a place
fa’ fa’ away. Nobody go dere anymo’.
But dey’ll catch ya, whoever dey is.
Dey always do. Why do ya tink I’m here?
Ya, dey’ll catch ya. But dey’s a place—
Dere’s one place where nobody kin catch ya.
But it ain’t easy to get dere.
It ain’t easy to get nowhere, anyhow.
Ya gotta run a tousand miles and a tousand days
an’ den you get to where the sun is risin’—
Ya gotta be heading east, ya see. Always east.
Dat’s da place where da earf and sky meet.
It ain’t easy to get dere. Dey’ll catch ya.
But once ya get dere, you kin see da sun rise
right in front ‘o you, like a sweet ear o’ corn
swaying in da mornin’ breeze.
Den, you kin climb up on da sun rays
and you kin ride dat sun all da way to da top o’ da sky
and you kin watch da earf fall away from da dawn.
If you be runnin, dat’s where ya gotta go.
But it ain’t easy to get dere. I tried.
Dey caught me, anyhow.
It ain’t easy to get nowhere, anyhow.
It ain’t easy to get nowhere but dead.
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Friday, May 28, 2010
A Lady in a Picture
There was a lady in a picture,
She stood there and watched all.
Every morning when I walked through,
She would be staring from the wall.
Her expression never changed,
And her complexion stayed the same.
She just stood there perfectly poised,
And not once has she made a noise.
© copyright by Heather Champion, 2010
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
A Game of Worlds
Sitting there pondering,
Trying to decide on whether to take control now, or to wait.
It was a tough decision to make.
How can you handle the world of such massive power?
In one simple move, will it fall from its great tower?
Time and patience is the virtue of aggravation.
How can one so simply rule this nation?
A roll of the dice,
Snake eyes.
Winner takes all.
A game of the worlds, and our happiness is gone.
So, to take control now, or to wait.
Our survival relies on the next face.
A wicked grin, a card slipped in.
The new free world now coming to an end.
A simple change of faith,
All the lives at stake.
A luck of the draw,
A Royal Flush, and we’re not doomed after all.
© copyright by Heather Champion, 2010
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