anthony ward, kenneth abraham, douglas polk. Our Cells
By: Anthony Ward Are we more and more boxed into our cells? Storing thoughts so we may be chargedLike batteries powering the economy? Has commercialism become a modern fallacy? Sworn by tellers of fortune Who foretell what we buy? Enticing us to procure things we don’t need In the hope they’ll improve our lookPrevent us from being cursed at in the street?
Big Brother / Big Sister By: Kenneth Abraham
What’s your hobby? What’s your joy? I bet you’d love mentoring a little girl or boy, A child far less fortunate than you have been, You could open to him or to her a whole new scene, I bet you’d have fun doing it, perhaps with your husband or your wife, What a great positive influence you could be in a youngster’s life! Only a relatively little time commitment is required, And so many kids could become so greatly inspired, Seriously, go for it, give it a shot, You may make a lifelong friend in that little tot!
Darkness
By: Douglas Polk awake in the night, in the deep waters of darkness, weighed down, drowning in responsibilities, both real and imagined, anxiety growing with each passing minute, gigantic and insurmountable in the dark of the night, alone and adrift, but for the dog treading water at my feet, sentenced to be my cellmate, through this dark and endless night.
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