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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undefined and unscheduled very much life like it
Destination undefined- Death.
Destination unscheduled -Time
Isn’t tough?
It really is life, that’s for sure. The undefined and unscheduled aspects of life fill me with both fear and excitement. I suppose you can’t have one without the other….
It sure is! Good metaphor, Charles. I seem to be taking a lot f these journeys lately, but, it seems, I’m not alone.
So true, yet isn’t it a blessing to be surprised each mornng when you are given another day and who knows what will transpire in it. I do love surprises.
That’s the fun of the ride!
Ahhh the irony of life
well pegged my friend
oooohhh yeahhhhh
really good poem-as always the artwork is great!
Love this, Charlie. This is life, isn’t it?!
Couldn’t imagine it any other way!
try to enjoy the ride as much as you can bec there is no return journey
Joy in the Journey!
It is indeed.
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In the spare elegant lines of Charles Martin’s poems, we often confront our conscience.
Life’s a journey, not a destination?