This is my first POD. I'm dizzy with happiness. Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork and @mirakee . I'm honoured. Also thanks to everyone, for their feedback and support. A special shout out to @jerry_21 for unknowingly being an amazing inspiration
To honor the man who did his utmost to foster peace, love, tolerance, and acceptance of all people in this world, I'm posting this poem I penned (in 2017), for the very admirable Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. as today is the day we dedicate in his name to commemorate his valiant efforts in this world.
Dear Dr. Martin Luther King, I don't mean to bother you While you're up there soaring On your well deserved angel wings I just wanted to talk to you You know, say a few things It might seem that this world Has forgotten you at first glance But that would never happen sir No, not a chance You see Dr. King, You taught us a great deal while you were here You showed us there was light in the dark And taught us there was bravery in fear Dr. King, this surely is your day But I would never want you to assume That it's the only one In which I remember you this way You see, I took your lessons to the heart So it doesn't matter That we're now far apart I know things here are looking ominous and scary I know that many hearts Are full of fear And souls are weary And though the hour In the history of this world Is growing late I know we'll be just fine Dr. King Because you taught us To find the love in hate Thank you for shining your light Into this world dear Dr. King You did more good Than you could ever know And you sure did earn Those angel wings. Eternally grateful, Carolyn Glackin Copyright Carolyn Glackin 1/16/2017
A wailing banshee sits atop the moor, While I, a faceless elemental trickles around without a voice, Bringing with me the hope of fleeting joys, Whilst in mere introspection, Tragedy spites and comedy swings off. To another smither hither heresy; hereto, heredo. Staring at the curtains blue of skies, Only, with no more stars to guide me home, So I sit and scream, But alas, am I without my voice, Am I without a friend, And so, is my heart blown to smithereens, while I laugh about it.