I am the ripple

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I am the ripple

I am the ripple
where you can not see yourself clearly in the river

Are you sleeping,

in the reflection where I live?

I gave you freedom to be when I screamed you out

I am the quiver after your shake
the swell beneath your wake

I am your beginning

your end ~
You are portion of me, a section,

You are my memory, awakened

Listen to my whisper

my shallow breath,
I stand beside you, and inside you

I am life and death

Now go whole,
knowing

flowing,  

unshaken
 

ldn

Freedom

Freedom

A spirit in a box

closed on all corners

with walls

tied

too big for the sides

let out a wail

kicked its way out

and cried ~

I'm Free!

ldn

Happy like a pound puppy

photo: thedailydog.wordpress.com

Happy like a pound puppy

I was in third grade…

lots of stuff happened by then,

to me and my family

We were safe in the nest of grandparents, one day

They lived in the back house ~ us up front

under their watchful eye

But mom needed to break free

So she took us away

I was born Linda Eleanor Del Nagro,
pronounced:  Nay – gro

The Negro with an “e” got changed to a Negro with an “a’

in the thirties (for apparent reasons)
by relatives I never knew

Life was hard enough on kids back then

and for me, too ~
in third grade

I learned how to spell it

Capital “D” – e – l   then   Capital “N” – a – g – r – o

I wrote it with a cursive swing,

at the end

Then during summer break on a summer day,
Mom got married again (between third / and fourth)

So I became someone else

I was kind of glad (of course)

because the other kids called us Niggers

I was happy a little bit for a little bit

Again I spelled my name ~ but different
Capital “C” – o – r   then   c – o – r  – a – n

There, that’s settled

Happy like a pound puppy

in a new home

in fourth grade

with a new name

different but still the same

for a little bit,

anyway

ldn 

a Ferris Wheel in France

photo: davidsanger.com

a Ferris Wheel in France

How can this be

You are with me all the time,
spinning around

in my mind

How can this be

and why?

Did I make you up,

all of the sounds

and deep breaths 

knocking on my back door

into my ear

first whispers,

then shouts?

How can I keep you
from disappearing

again

off to Paris, on one hand,

leaving your other hand

on me, your lover?

Will you take me with you

some time, or another

to France,

into town

on a Ferris Wheel

to dance

with me,

around? 

ldn

Is it big enough?

photo: from a friend


Is it big enough?

Is it big enough

to hold what I know

about her,

how she carried me to the altar,

married me to her soul?

Is it big enough?

Is it a century tall?

Is it ten thousand summers,

and one fall?

Is it big enough

for a mystery?

ldn

My Family is an old coat now

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My Family is an old coat now


My family is an old coat now

with holes

Cold winds drift through it

now that Mom’s gone

Days pass into years

without hope

of her mending it

protecting our skin

from the storm

My family is unraveling

like a knitted scarf

not tied off
at the edges
into knots

My family is one boot

without laces

to hold it to the foot

It rubs blisters

onto brother's

and sister's

soles

My family is an old coat now

with holes

ldn

The Mass Majority

The Mass Majority

Politicians are the instigators who speculated with

Big Bank Administrators and peculated funds

Now the victims of the oppressors

though weak from the compressors of the system

must get off of their couches

stop acting like slouches

and run

without guns and ammunition

but with love and ambition

There’s more of me and you, than them

Don’t fall for the story of the few

Go for the Glory - and fight

We are the Mass

The sum of our parts - one heart

We fly first class in the Light

We have the Power

There is no time to cower,

so stand by your brother

as One

Face Satan head on

God has your back

Evil be gone

We’re done with the crap - ZAP!

We won.

ldn