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Make Me A Nikki
I wish someone would make me a Nikki,
A Giovanni of gold and a Machiavelli so witty.
A Baldwin, a Tupac, an X full of hope,
A Rosa in my history and adored like the pope.
Hughes, Maya, Clifton and King:
These are the heroes of the adolescent ring.
No egotistical ennui in this aggregation of such,
Because of prodigy status I dare to dream much.
Let me formulate a rhythm; a rhyme scheme all my own
To evaluate these poets, yet make my struggle alone.
A princess of poetry; poised, pavid, a petrel of sorts
Like a Woods on the green or a Jordan on the courts.
JOHN PAUL II
Oh successor of Saint Peter
Blessed with such know how
Archbishop of Kraków
Wojtyla, cut the corner stone
The Pope of Rome
Discerner of dreams
Supreme church pontiff
Never standoffish
Doctorate of theology, in Lublin
God’s house, Paul’s love in
Rome’s blessed, Poland’s best
Patriarch of the West
Primate of Italy
Sovereign of Vatican City
Servant of the servants of God
Michael Green
Tomorrowow Never Dies
Tomorrow never dies when it is called tomorrow
Tomorrow only dies away when today is made to borrow
And my tomorrow died away when your life ceased to be
For memories of yesterday are all I have left with me
Though more tomorrows come and go to take the place of today
Tomorrows just a day of dreams and hopes that come my way
Tomorrow’s just a day away and yet it seems so close
With you not here to share my life, my aims, my dreams, my hopes
Now I know not what tomorrow brings only what today can be
But I’d like to see tomorrow just to see what I can see
I shall never forget tomorrow ~ with visions in my eyes
Today can’t take tomorrow away because tomorrow never dies
Sarah Green
Time
Time’s Chime
Sounding in my mind
My own fear is near
Boding in my ear
My purpose unclear
A voice on the other side
Claims to be on my side
Chides me for pausing
Causing me to question more
Deeper levels than before
He accuses me of knowing
Claims there are gifts I’m not showing
My goal is to learn the chime
That is to master time
Master my mind
Be the one of a kind, mastermind
I find myself trying to master self
Can anyone ever be self aware?
Beware
See where I’m coming from
Visit, but never stay there
My oh so silly self, ignores the voice
I hear oh so clear, the truth
Oh so near
The toll begins to weaken me
A price oh so high
One thing I failed to understand
The hand stands still for no man
Michael Green
Timeless Treasures
Memories are made of magic;
A treasure marked only by time.
Sufficient for those who are part of it
Who read every word, sentence, and line.
Close your eyes deeply and envision, two lovers holding hands in elation.
Never a worry about tomorrow only what today can bring.
“I love you,” he whispers and squeezes a firmer hold on her hand
The book lover and his friend
They’re a good read of a classic love story.
Love’s four o’clock flower petals buccaneering
As each turned page and passing year unfold like tulips.
Come! Paint with the colors of love’s rainbow
A timeless picture of a thousand words;
A succulent, mouth-watering experience
The thickening plot,
The jaunting climax
Never wanting their book to end
Only wishing that time would just stand still
The book ends the same as it began
A timeless treasure with a priceless theme.
Sarah Green
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