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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Beautiful words my friend, love and hugs. Xx 🙂
So beautiful – love this one!
Mother’s love is infinite.
Truly, nothing can ever be compared to mom’s love…ever!!! Beautifully expressed, my friend..
Oh…here’s the tribute to your mother, Charles. Look at the softness of that dear woman.
Imagine how your mother would feel about all this! My eyes went directly to her hands – even before reading the poem. I sense they moved gracefully.
Oh, I love this, Charles–especially the way the end narrows to “alone”–which the speaker is not. Well done!
Lovely poem, Charles. Is that your mother?
Yes.
Beautiful Charles… it’s true, we are never alone!
She’s lovely. Such a warm smile.
I love this. Just that.
Wonderful words about a parent’s love.
so very beautiful charles. its a blessing to have a loving, caring mother.
Our mothers have made us who we are inside, our mothers were awesome, cannot wait to be with mine again someday.
A beautiful, comforting poem – and your mother, so lovely!
Lovely, and true.
A wonderful poem, Charles – there is nothing like that love
That’s beautiful. I could cry reading it. Such emotion…
beautiful
As a mother there is no way I don’t love this. Perhaps my boys will write something for me someday. 😉 Bless you.