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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Beautifully stated!!!
Truth, be it through a smile or through a tear, is always piercing!
Smiles do reflect anger too.
Isn’t that the truth! Love the title.
somehow this made me think of getting burnt..and the pic with the indian woman…maybe i get it wrong..but i feel much tension and danger in these lines…awesome job charles
Oh my yes.
Short and pungent poem.
Brilliant stuff! The simmering anger behind the calm face.
she sounds like me 🙂
if you were thinking about me then you are right. ha ha.
if you were not, then oops! i unraveled an openly admitted secret. Add some shades of yellowish brown on that face, take off that veil from her head and she will be me.
A coiled spring…
Excellent – unexpected eruptions.
Beautiful photo, Charles.
Powerful!
Gotta watch out for those smiling assassins. Too true.
Would I see it? Or would it sideswipe me?
Very well said… anger can be underneath those smiles at times.
Absolutely, and it is the mark of history these past few years.