Poem “Urgent Note for My Son Langston…” by Theresa Williams

This is an emotional poem that reflects on life and loss.  It is inspirational poetry because it uplifts and encourages even in the midst of tragedy.  The poem shares about motherhood, grief, love, and suffering.  “Urgent Note for My Son Langston…to be pinned to his collar upon age eleven” by Theresa Williams

Urgent Note for My Son Langston

to be pinned to his collar upon age eleven

This is Langston.
He likes mutant turtles and the ghost grey
power ranger please
do not
shoot him he
is your new friend he
will jump in your arms
and ask
to be swung
in circles not
in noose spin

please he
is scared of very loud
noises and he would not
respond to a shot he
might just fall in dirt
infra-red and not move at

all like when we play ninjas and he is the blackest
because he say that’s the baddest

and I say no but
he say yes so
I’m the blackest

so how to make easy
topic better get meta
and none of this race shit really matters so
low I talk hawking but he waffles
and I don’t give a
fuck bout machines
stretched in time
I just need Langston man boy
demon home
in time please don’t

kill him he likes pancakes not waffles
like on Sundays when he asks for extra syrup
I pour on so much syrup
yes please
don’t fire we hymn strange hold
hands I put him on hips even
altars big
ger black
er and scary

arms scare
crow my neck brow clammy
while he mouths the words mom and god
round his tongue, spun like a fat marble.

And I know this note is a little long, but I just thought you should know that
this is Langston
and I love him he absorbs all the light
and so can you I mean yes
he’s not an angel stole once you learned his
lesson well he

is or might be volatile please
return home safe so I can see the blue white
light from top peaks of his covers pulled tight
round his door bends blackbodies soft
sweet pulse a blue night


Poem “Urgent Note for My Son Langston…” by Theresa Williams



the gizzard of Halcyon

The world is a forest
we cheapskate light on the forest floor
high above flies the body of the bird
of cool. We fools look up to see if she’s gone

halcyon, junky of the cloudless skies
deal me more words, I want to play.
I want to prove I’m here
I want the spirits to turn me on
and live as long as the fish
who dies in the gizzard of halcyon

How to tell if a poem  has fallen into you. Poetry by Theresa Williams

How to tell if a poem

has fallen into you.


It rhymes.

It doesn’t rhyme.

all of this pedantic

thoroughly researched

or last minute.

alas i fall into you

like a sheet of paper crumpled

tossed aside

or in

that was not a metaphor.

street sweeper rumbles by


ego rules my

thumb delete

backspace into nothing

a storybook character


more real than

me now i lost in poem


thumb delete

backspace nothing

like a game character


more real than

me and now i lost

track  [in poem]


©Theresa Williams



The Devil’s Dance by mark tulin

Originally posted in Crow On The Wire.

The California wildfires are ripping through the Southern California coast as we speak burning homes and displacing families.

You need one true than legion of hypocrites

Better one true than a legion of hypocrites,

To stand with you in time of need,

To soothe you when in agony,

To pray for you in difficulties,

To hide you from your foes,

To guide you on the right path,

To celebrate your achievements than mock you,

To hold your hand when growing weary,

One that is true is better than a legion of hypocrites.

Poetry Collection: Degenerates Voices for Peace. Homelessness Edition.

From Crow on the Wire:

Hope you check out this poetry collection from poets across the country on the topic of homelessness. Included are my two poems: Christmas Day and Tattoo Man. Click the following link to read the online magazine. Degenerates Voices for Peace.