Poetry has the power to make us aware of what is hidden in the shadows...those places that we seldom see or want to see...the poet's voice scrapes away the facade of an issue and lays bare for all to see what has been denied. By providing a voice to these mute realities, poets have throughout history altered the course of events by enlightening readers and encouraging them to take action to stop wars,
halt injustice, and to reach out to their fellow man. Like those poets who have proceeded me, I am motivated
by the same desire to bring about the social changes necessary to enhance the quality of life for those
around me and around the world and to give voice to those who cannot speak for themselves
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Bea In Your Bonnet: First Sting is a collection of germinal poems featuring Aunt Bea. Aunt Bea’s voice is one I’ve heard almost every day of my life. Family observations, lessons, and advice given to me and every other family member who had the good sense to listen. Her homespun philosophy most likely will not be found in any collegiate textbooks or for that matter in any local town crier newspaper catering to city dwellers. Indeed, she has a different way of viewing the world; a bit old fashion, sassy, and steely at times but a viewpoint which has engaged my imagination and heart. I sincerely hope you too will find some morsel of wisdom in her personal observations and interpretations of life’s events, but do watch out for her stingers.
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Game of words … nice!
this is really hard – and sad.. how do you manage to paint such pictures of pain with such spare words i wonder..
Tears!
It’s hard when the ones you care about the most don’t believe in you.
This could be a universal fear. Nicely done.
Pearl
Sad to say—but I’ve had a few of these, too!
The games people play…
Hard when the truth won’t be believed– and so much more frequent than should be. Be strong, my friend.
heart of a child is so fragile and beautiful.
i have three teens
It takes alot of patience; we do need to believe ( in them)
nicely wrought as always
Sad, succinct, and all too familiar – pretty much the story of my childhood and youth…
So sad!
Oh Charles, it’s hard to think of all the people who have felt this.
that realization is upsetting
This is very sad, and so true of relationships that are built on lies. I like the simplicity of it as well.