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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

 

 

Ushering in a Dream by Mark Tulin

Visit me at Crow On The Wire.

I want to hear the symphony

for free,

to see the rock stars

glitter up close.

I want to look at your ticket

like I’m reading your palm,

predict who you’ll marry,

what future you’ll find.

I want to shine a flashlight

without disturbing others,

without stepping on toes,

without spilling a drink.

I want to be an usher

that helps everyone to their seat,

that knows the theatre

like a seaman

knows his ship.

Dictionary

Originally posted on I and the Pen.

cropped-music-books.jpgSide A

Sometimes happiness is just a soothing music
Sometimes it's candy-coated raindrops
Or Fridays and good night's sleep
Or the euphoria of sipping coffee

Disappointment is when your shadows realize
That you are not someone worth following
It's when your curtains and bed sheets know
Of what you've been doing behind their backs 

Loneliness is turning your room
Into a cage thousands of burdens high
It's when you put a knife to the throat of friendship
And it cowers in the corner

Patience is Jacob waiting for Rachel
It was seven years time two
Fourteen years is a long times to do
But he knew, Rachel you are worth the wait

Introvert is the unusual relief of solitude
It is the calculus subject
No one dares to get to know deeply of
Everyone else is recess

You see, I once uninstalled
Merriam-Websters on my phone
And since then
I've been defining things on my own

Side B

Sometimes happiness is just a soothing music
Sometimes it's candy-coated raindrops
Or Fridays, and good night's sleep
Or the euphoria of sipping coffee

Disappointment is when your shadows realize
That you are not someone worth following
It's when your curtains and bed sheets know
Of what you've been doing behind their backs

Loneliness is turning your room
Into a cage thousands of burdens high
It's when you put a knife to the throat of friendship
And it cowers in the corner

Patience is Jacob waiting for Rachel
It was seven years times two
Fourteen years is a long time to do
But he knew, Rachel you are worth the wait

Introvert is the unusual relief of solitude
It is the calculus subject
No one dares to get to know deeply of
Everyone else is recess

You see, I once uninstalled
Merriam-Websters on my phone
And since then
I've been defining things on my own

Picasso Dude by Mark Tulin

Originally posted on Crow On The Wire.

Picasso
with no shirt,
shorts falling
to his knees,
hair matted,
tangled by the sun

Rolling and spinning,
side-swiping
shopping carts,
zig-zagging
moving cars

in a supermarket
parking lot,
recklessly
enjoying.

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

real

more real than

me now i lost in poem

 

thumb delete

backspace nothing

like a game character

real

more real than

me and now i lost

track  [in poem]

 

©Theresa Williams

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