Saturday, May 27, 2017

Memorial Day Moment By Desiree Cady

Memorial Day Moment
By Desiree Cady

They stand and fight
Put their lives on the line
Give up everything they have
Just to make sure our citizens are fine

March into battle bravely
Their strength pulls them through
They lose their lives
To protect me and you

Some come home from battle
Beaten and torn
Scarred from their memories
Their hearts are all worn

They deserve our respect
And yet so much more
They are the soldiers, our heroes,
The prisoners of war.

©2017 Desiree Cady All Rights Reserved

Happy Memorial Day 
And thank you to the many men and women who have fought, continue to fight, and will fight in the future to protect our America. Words cannot express my love and Gratitude


Bio
I am a 33 year old mother of two beautiful girls who have been my saving grace. After a brutal attack a few years ago, I have been plagued by PTSD. After the attack and a few suicide attempts, I vowed to tell my story and help inspire others to get help and to know that they are not alone. 
I am currently wrapping up two manuscripts for publication and am set to be published in an upcoming anthology that will come out mid - November.
You can find more of my work at
Www.Facebook.com/Gemini.allure 


Friday, May 26, 2017

Casey at the Bat (Villanelle) by Michael Ceraolo

Casey at the Bat (Villanelle)

Would he hit the circuit clout
we would need to win the game?
Surely Casey wouldn't strike out;

Casey knew what he was about.
One didn't get many chances for fame.
He would hit the circuit clout

should the occasion to arise.
No weak grounders, no pop flies,
and no chance he'd strike out.

Two made outs, two got on base,
and the look on Casey's face
said he'd hit the circuit clout

to win the Mudville nine the game
and garner for himself the fame;
inconceivable he'd strike out.

He took two called strikes by the ump,
and on the third he busted a hump.
Today there is no circuit clout.
Our mighty Casey has struck out.


Bio:  "Michael Ceraolo is a 59-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet and baseball fan. This poem is from a current project inspired by recently re-reading Casey at the Bat."

Monday, May 22, 2017

New Love Wonder by Desiree Cady

New Love Wonder

As the dawn of the day
Seeps through the blinds
I awake next to you
With happiness in mind

Not sure yet of what
Our future will hold
In my heart I hope next to you
I will be growing old

Our feelings are new
Though We have just met
I feel you understand me 
Better than anyone yet

I am scared of you
You scared of me
So afraid to fall and get hurt
If only the future we could see

Take a chance on me
And hand me your heart
I promise to cherish, love, and protect
Each and every last part.


©2017 Desiree Cady All Rights Reserved


Bio
I am a 33 year old mother of two beautiful girls who have been my saving grace. After a brutal attack a few years ago, I have been plagued by PTSD. After the attack and a few suicide attempts, I vowed to tell my story and help inspire others to get help and to know that they are not alone. 
I am currently wrapping up two manuscripts for publication and am set to be published in an upcoming anthology that will come out mid - November.
You can find more of my work at
Www.Facebook.com/Gemini.allure 

A Sign Is Just A Start by Joseph Powell

A Sign Is Just A Start

I see your sign--
Yes,
I see you,
marching on tired feet,
filling the streets,
raising your voices,
singing,
shouting;
yes,
I see you;
we all
see you.
But,
at the end of the day,
when the sun has gone down
and the singing stops;
and the tired feet
have marched
all the way home;
and the signs are put away
in garages
and closets
filled to overflowing--
what then?

I ask,
what is
your takeaway?
what is
my takeaway?
Mothers
are still losing sons;
sons
are still losing fathers;
women
are still going missing;
men
are still going to prison.
Laws
are being broken,
by those
who make them
and swore
to uphold them;
the rich
still do not care
about the poor;
the poor
still see no relief.

Yes,
a sign is just a start,
but
I know teachers
who are having to take
second and third jobs
just to make ends meet;
I see roads and bridges
crumbling all around us
and we’re talking about
paying for a wall
that may or may not
protect us.

A sign is just a start,
but I have friends
who are getting sicker
because we still
are arguing about healthcare.

And who are we
to think
that we are better
than someone
who doesn’t look like us,
or believe what we believe,
or love…
who made us
the arbiters of love?!

One man
or woman,
no matter how powerful
in stature
or wealth
is going to make
a lick of difference
if we, the people
choose not
to come out
from under our signs
and from behind our masks
and see each other,
not as
the “other”,
but as
the other side of
who we are.
We, the people,
all the people,
have to decide
to become better
than what we are,
what we’ve been.

A sign is just a start,
along with your marches,
your singing and
your shouting;
but,
at the end of the day,
I want
to see you,
all of you,
all of US,
getting to work.
A sign
is just a start.
A sign
is just a start.
A sign
is
just
a
start.
So,
let’s get started!

© 2017 Joseph Powell

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

You By Desiree Cady

You


You are the air that I breathe
The fire in my soul
You are what makes my life complete 
You are what makes me whole.

You are the stars in the sky
The dawn's early light
You're the one biggest reason 
to continue the fight. 

You are what God had in mind 
when he created the mold
Of His one perfect Angel 
everything to treasure, cherish and hold.

You're the warm summer breeze 
or cool winter night,
You are the sun in the sky
Shining your eternal light.

You are my daughters 
pulled straight from my womb
You were brought to this earth -- beautiful perfection to rid my world of gloom.

Mommy loves you Cadylynn and Jasmine to the moon and back and around the universe a few more million times.

©2016 Desiree Cady All Rights Reserved


Bio
I am a 33 year old mother of two beautiful girls who have been my saving grace. After a brutal attack a few years ago, I have been plagued by PTSD. After the attack and a few suicide attempts, I vowed to tell my story and help inspire others to get help and to know that they are not alone. 
I am currently wrapping up two manuscripts for publication and am set to be published in an upcoming anthology that will come out mid - November.
You can find more of my work at
Www.Facebook.com/Gemini.allure