Category: Poetry

Examine each Amendment in our Bill of Rights,Then understand and contemplate what each one cites.Not one, in any shape or form, suggests you must;It may be said, each one encourages your trust.They literally give every citizen a voiceBy making each one simply read “Freedom of Choice.”And that is what our

You live your life as a religious person, scant or much;Quite comfortable with what it teaches, and its loving touch.Let’s say you also read your Bible, bolstering belief—Where almost always, in some measure, you will find relief.But dictates of your daily life, your everyday routines,May well dispel religion, and the

I’m truly sorry, but I know that I am right;My being a black woman, you a male white.Our love may be quite real—in fact, I think, quite strong,But many social graces say that it is wrong.Oh, yes, things are much better than 50 years ago,But bigotry, in many ways, still

You live your life as a religious person, scant or much;Quite comfortable with what it teaches, and its loving touch.Let’s say you also read your Bible, bolstering belief—Where almost always, in some measure, you will find relief.But dictates of your daily life, your everyday routines,May well dispel religion, and the

Fake News may carry with it, (no surprise),Some grain of truth, amid its constant lies.But False News says it much more accurately,And dangerous in ways you do not see.You think you can pick out what’s good and bad,But not if there is no good to be had.So what you pick

The Western World has been at waar,Yes, WAAR, and spelled correctly;It’s something men did once abhor,But now must deal directly.This WAAR you’ve seen expand and grow,It’s neither slight nor trite;In fact, it’s something we all know—That Women Are Always Right! © Richard Williams

Before you were in puberty, you had a wish quite strong.That you could not abide replies that said that it was wrong.The wish was simply this—a pony, just your very own.You often pleaded for it—but replies were set in stone.Adulthood came, and with it came a succinct plea for love.But

As an adult, of any age, how young are you?By that I mean, how closely do you think things through?Like, on the ladder of success, which you have tried,What rung did you achieve, completely satisfied?That is my point. At what point do you know success?If you are in the right

I guess I could do this—so what harm would it do?I reckon since he did it, I can do it too.But, hey, the street is pretty clear—c’mon, let’s race.I tell you I can do this, done without a trace.I know, I know, but what the heck, I’m going to try.Okay,

To each and every woman who will read this piece,Be cognizant how women’s power has found release.The list is ever growing, in transcendent roles,Quite varied in ascension, numerous in goals.Most of you will but shrug, this not affecting you,But yes it does—innately—things you women do.The point I wish to make—the

This moment of Easter is here for a moment, you know;In just a brief moment, its import and message will go.You know what its message is, and its importance to us;But, with or about it, we rarely will choose to discuss.We leave that for sermons, the themes we have all

Palm Sunday is the open door to what you should discern;It is the open expose designed for you to learn.It shows in succinct detail in a telescopic rangeThe sorry fact that human nature has not seen much change.The wheel that squeaks the loudest is the first to get the grease.And

I lost a friend last week, a friend I hadn’t seen in years;A friend who never knew how much a friend he was to me.For he went his way, I went mine, the way each lifetime steers;Although I wonder now how much we govern what will be.You reach out in

I know you recall there was once this one antWho decided to move an old rubber tree plant,If all he had was hope, (that’s what we’re told),That had to be some hope, in accents bold.But what that hope was made of, not a clue;A fork-lift, or a hoist—each one would

Is there a finite point in life where we achieveA level of achievement God would have us see?Of course, we cannot know that, even thus believeThat life itself is ordained, what will be will be.How many did you influence along the way?Perhaps one of those was the finite point we

What causes evolution? Honestly, what does?What brings it to what is today from what it was?It’s Nature’s way–allowing species to exist;A safeguard for prolonging life—sheer death, if missed.All this is known, but…what triggers this dire change?Most all these needed changes have a narrow range,The size, strength, shape, and form essential

On a bright early morning in Springtime each year,I will get out my clubs and examine my gear,’Do my grips need replacing? Is everything set?Is there anything helpful that I need to get?So, of course, this is ritual—what’s wrong with that?I would bet you don’t start each year just standing

No matter what you did, or didn’t do, on New Year’s Eve,It’s time to contemplate the influence you‘re bound to weave.Oh, yes you will, unconsciously, sans intent or design;And it may be most anything—there is no Bottom Line.Your children are a good example—influence is seen;In fact, they are the living

If I am going to die, it will be by my hand,Not someone else’s. I just hope they understand.You know we’re trapped, we are above the burning floor,You say it was a plane—a big one, Oh, the gore—If we just stand here, we will burn to death, or dieFrom sure