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I love to write poetry and this latest collection surprised me as it was completely different from my first collection in its style, content. It is a reflection of my personal observations regarding life, people and my spiritual journey through it. As women as we age we become more aware of time and aging and tend to query and examine our existence on this earth and what have we achieved. The seasons of life are given to all humanity and our conflicts and feelings, thoughts as we face them are unique yet universal. I think we go through many things as people and I hope this comforts, encourages, strengthens as well as maybe causing you to stop and think upon life and your pilgrimage through it.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013
I have a brother,
He plays keyboard in a band,
Ronnie is his name,
He's my brother,
He’s like no other.
I watch while his friends jeer,
Call him crazy,
I cringe inside,
He's my brother.
He wilts quicker than others,
They say Ronnie's a sissy,
Call him crazy,
Call him a girl,
They tell him how pretty he looks
With his braided curls.
I get mad,
Yell,
Lash out,
I tell them
He's my brother,
He ain’t no sissy,
He’s not a girl.
He's Ronnie,
He’s my brother,
He’s like no other.
They whisper behind cupped hands,
They point,
They snicker,
They grin as he walks by,
They ask their small-minded friends,
Do you see that boy?
His name is Crazy Ronnie,
He must be gay.
I want to tell them about my brother,
How when he plays the keyboard
Magic sweeps into a room,
It transports you to another land,
It fills your mind,
Your soul,
Your spirit
With beauty,
It takes you beyond this visible world,
It’s angelic.
This man who plays keyboard in the band,
The man they know as Crazy Ronnie,
Does not exist.
I see a musician who moves me deeply,
A magician,
A poet,
A seer.
The music
And the musician
Unfold before my eyes,
As I listen and watch,
I see a thing of beauty,
He is talented beyond belief,
Bestowed with a gift,
He is unique,
Courageous.
Simply put,
This is my brother whom I love,
He is like no other.
Don’t get on your high horse,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And so will you,
There will be a public display,
You will be put to shame.
Stay on the ground,
This is where you belong,
There nothing can go wrong.
Still,
If you ride the high horse,
Then who am I?
My power to influence has vanished,
And someone else will sing my song.