Diamond
love
delightful, significant
caring, encouraging, supporting
Hugs, kisses, treachery, jealousy
deceiving, disregard, despise
bitter, malicious
hate
Diamond
love
delightful, significant
caring, encouraging, supporting
Hugs, kisses, treachery, jealousy
deceiving, disregard, despise
bitter, malicious
hate
Sisterhood
What you mean to me,
Is something I can’t explain,
You are someone I look up to,
And have so much to gain,
You are like my superhero,
To call for when I’m in distress
Your humble words encourage me,
When I my mind is in a mess,
I can never imagine,
This weary world without you here,
In my heart there will always be,
An older sister living near,
Elegy
It’s been many years since you said farewell,
From this bleak world to the blue skies above,
Even in these times past memories dwell,
Memories of us once being in love,
You were a regal man of character,
A personality always admired,
Your talents made the world a better place,
Your presence today is strongly desired,
But I notice that you have lived your life,
And nothing can become undone,
Your soul now rests in the afterlife,
To where a new pathway has begun,
That’s what family is there for,
Although there are days when we really hate,
It is the love that hems the tore,
Sometimes your presence is such a bore,
But yet I always seem to be await,
That’s what family is there for,
It’s best just to simply ignore,
But without your words I feel no weight,
It is the love that hems the tore,
When we clash it’s a belligerent war,
But what I need is a sturdy gate,
That’s what family is there for,
I can feel emptiness start to pour,
But you feel the same so I can relate,
It is the love that hems the tore,
Without your footsteps there is no floor,
The shower of happiness starts to abate,
That’s what family is there for,
It is the love that hems the tore,
I think of friendship as a sewing thread,
A kind that binds the two hearts of two souls,
It’s there for us when things are torn and shred,
And to cover up all the tattered holes,
I think of friendship as a golden chain,
Linking memories from past and present,
Sometimes filled with moments that seem inane,
But nothing I feel that was not worth spent,
I think of friendship as a violin,
The music may go on and off some days,
But the strings will always be placed within,
And at the music we will stand amaze,
I think of friendship like a fragile glass,
Once it is broken it will be the last,
On His Blindness
By Milton
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide,
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"
I fondly ask; but Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait."
If We Must Die
Claude McKay
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! We must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
This is the story of Mary and Mo,
A boy and girl who once fell in love,
It’s a sad story so please be aware,
That it may leave you in despair,
Mary worked at the fields all day,
Never to be seen far away,
Watching upon her was a strange fellow,
One with a name of mysterious Mo,
One day he came up to her and said,
“Ms, may I help you?” and went ahead,
She watched him in deep admiration,
As he worked in the big plantation,
Everyday they worked together,
And despite the coldness of the weather,
They never left each other’s side,
Promising until the day they die,
Two years later Mary lay in her bed,
Sick with disease and almost dead,
Mo mourned as the days passed by,
And could not part with her to say good-bye,
