The Jac o' Lantern in us all
People are like pumpkins.
The similarities are striking,
with a flicker of light they can be raidiant
or extremely frightening.
The expressions on their faces
can be embracing and cherry
or very dull and dreary.
They come in many shapes and
sizes, and if you look into their
eyes you can see inside them,
for the eyes are the pathway to the soul. You can see if a person is sincere and ambitious with goals,
or very hollow and cold.
Lucky for pumpkins they cannot feel
for sometimes even people
are known to crumble and peel.
As like a person, a Jac o'lantern is carved into what we want it to be.
An individual like you and me.
by D. Corso
This was my very first poem I wrote when My neighbors ... who are very rude and have never spoken to me since they moved in 10yrs ago even when I said hello, put out there oddly carved jacolanterns.. I thought this was the appropriate time of year to share my analogy of people to inanimate objects.. Can anyone relate?
Gaea Tango
In life I Rhode like a bat out of Hell.
In death I am free, like a bird on a wing.
And now, I am an angel sitting on a cloud,
Soaking up heavens’ dreams.
Remembering the cool breeze
That used to run through my hair,
Without shedding a care.
I am no more on earth,
I have what you would call rebirth.
I am with the rest of my family that have all since gone.
Now there is no dark before the dawn.
It is always sunrise before sunset.
I need no more breath;
For I live in what you all call death.
Have no remorse. I want you to rest,
Because now I am free to be one of Gods’ best.
Thank you for always being with me,
Then & Now
I Love you
9/2003
This poem I wrote as if my uncle was speaking to me from the spirit . world. He died of lung cancerin August of 2003. I always thought he would be there for me after my Dad passed away , because he was so much younger then my Dad, but I still have my Dad and am very grateful for that. My Uncle was the most fun and funniest man I ever knew. Even though he had a ton of problems, He always acted as if he had not a care in the world. I still miss him and cry often for him .. especially on cloudy rainy weekend days , in which I had usually always spent with him even through my adulthood, and almost every day until the day he died. He never got to read this poem ,but I did leave it onhis grave the day I wrote it and read it to him. I'm sure he heard me. He was an important man to me and I felt Father's Day was the perfect day to remember him to the world.
My Father’s Daughter
A self-taught man, that stood the test of time.
One who is very strict and meticulous.
A man who strives for perfection
and will not give in to rejection.
Due to these traits he has had the endurance
to conquer many trials and tribulations.
All of his children, as well a his friends and neighbors
Always look to him for many favors.
He takes stride
and will more than likely complete them in a fashionable time.
Sometimes he’s so demanding,
Oh God, I’m sorry, I just can’t stand him.
But that doesn’t mean I'd ever want to trade him.
We don’t share very much emotional closeness,
but that’s just the way he is and I know this.
He shows me his love in many different ways,
That I’m not sure I can really explain.
I know I have caused him much hurt and shame.
He probably doesn’t know how much I brag about him,
or how really proud I am to have him.
or how much he’s really loved and cherished.
I've done a lot of crying,
but because of his unspoken love I have never stopped trying.
I've overcome most of my fear,
because I know he cares.
He is the strong arm around my heart,
Only now do I realize that he just pushed me
To give me a head start.
It is said that blood is thicker than water,
Which is why I’m proud to say
I am my fathers’ daughter.
By
6/20/99
Just like the poem I wrote for my mom on Mother's Day .. I was broke and going through college and felt the best gift to give pops was a gift from the heart. I am so much like him. He'll be 75 years old this year and is still as active as ever. Not to mention does'nt look a day over 60. This poem talks about how in retrospect you may not like your Dad , but in looking back at the things he's done and said to help you grow .. you can appreciate them and love Him.
Means to an end
Why I want to die.
Because all I ever seem to do is cry.
Tonight I feel so cold.
But not because of the weather outside,
But of what it is I feel inside.
I hurts so much, I don’t know why.
I give and give until I can no more,
And this is when I find my so called friends
Don’t want me any more.
The whole is so empty,
It hurts so much!
I often feel so out of touch.
I sometimes think that
No one cares for me
To want to be bothered
to stick around long enough.
4/4/97
I wrote this poem at a very lonely and sad time in my life. I was alone, with no man in my life to love and felt so much pitty for myself. I't was just one of a string of love break ups I went through. I had always spent so much time in trying to be whoo someone else wanted me to be that I had lost touch of who I was. More importantly I had lost hope. I share this poem with you to let you know that even when everything around you feels like it is falling apart, You must maintain Hope in your heart.. even if you don't feel it comming through.. just believe it will come back to you.. Depression is a very devastating thing. You need to reach out for help, wether it be family and friends or a professional. There is nothing shameful about feeling depressed. Depression comes from hurt and pain of any kind of loss . I myself have suffered through it many times. I look at this poem I wrote some 10 yrs ago and say to myself .. WOW .. I made it .. and I know I never want to feel that way again, but Im sure I will. But I cherise my life , my work , and my family and friends, and realise it is just a feeling that will pass in its time.
As The Gavel Swings
The adjudicator is that of one of empirical wisdom.
One who proceeds at with their own facet.
Based upon judgment that has been passed upon through them,
With or with not their own personal acknowledgement.
This is usually based upon stereotypical prefabricated ideals of a person not withholding the position of a person holding the title of such in the eyes of the court,
and not usually, in most circumstances based on fact.
The verdict has been to have done so,
usually on a preconceived notion of a theoretical basis
of personnel perception of circumstances of someone other then oneself.
This is usually casted by someone themselves,
who have not been in the situation of thou whom they are casting hearsay views upon,
which are based strictly upon opinion.
Here unto in most circumstances based on traditional fact.
But usually passed upon one individual’s ideas of what they think is correct.
Immorally many have done what they are not in the educated position to do so.
Because of this many have been in the position of having been foreseen upon in an unjust manner.
Bottom Line: Open your heart and mind when passing or placing this so called judgment. Remember to bear in mind your position and that of others whether factually or circumstantial, and in most cases realize you are not in the court appointed position to do so.
Translation: Unless you can swing the gavel you may as well open mouth & Insert foot.
It is as if Karma has brought the deserved fate.
I wrote this one pertaining to a man I had dated for quite a while, and Im sure you can guess he was a lawyer. He was very judgemental about everyone, probably because of his own inequities.
The Rose
A beautiful bud as it blossoms and grows.
A center of beauty for all who can see.
Yet without that gift the senses will proceed.
For to capture the essence you will need all of your senses,
Because if you have no insight you will be pricked by the thorns.
Yet if you can not smell
You will not experience the entire beauty that may be adorned.
I posses the most beautiful one, more then any before, because it has no scorns.
It blossoms because it reaches out to others,
Who even without gustation
Can sense its good nature.
You see this rose lives in my garden of life.
It is no other then the wonderful woman
Whom I call mother.
I wrote this poem for my mother, Rose, when I was going to college and did'nt have any money to get her a real nice gift for Mother's Day. I wrote it when I heard a radio contest where the prize was a day of beauty for your Mother. You had to say why she deserved it the most. Well I did'nt win the first place prize for it but it did win 3rd place, and I got to take my mother to a lovely play about mothers and daughters.
This Mother's Day I can give her the first pplace prize, so I am taking her for a massage, pedicure, making her favorite dessert, and purchased her the fragrance that reminds me of her most The perfume that represents her most is called BEAUTIFUL.
REMEMBER TO LOVE YOUR MOTHER IN THE BEST WAY YOU CAN., BECAUSE SHE IS THE ONLY ONE YOU WILL EVER HAVE.
Believe in yourself
Know that you are a good person.
Reach into the inner depths of your soul
Find the person that you always wanted to be.
Yes you can do it!
But you have to look for it.
And find it for yourself.
I know it may seem like it’s just not there,
It’s because you can’t touch it.
The reason for this is
it’s meant for you to realy,
I mean really look within the deepest depths of your heart,
your being, and your soul.
No one can tell you where to look,
or even help you to,
Unless you ask for it,
No one will know you’re looking.
I wrote this in my early 20s after a long talk with my oldest and favorite brother.. He helped me realize I need to search where I wanted to be , but to ask for others to help me get there.
Ties that bind
Ties that bind race should be blind.
Discrimination is unkind.
To judge a person by race is such a human disgrace.
We should love because we care,
Not whether someone’s skin is dark or fair.
It is said to love thy neighbor,
So why cant we all obey the good book
And bask in the colorful cultural flavor.
We all need to take pride
And stop the hate,
For only then will this America be great.
I was taking a class in ethics for my psychology degree, when we were assigned to write a paper on discrimination and how we felt about it. It was a 7 page paper, this poem is a summary of it.
The Valorous Champion
Through all your struggles and sacrifices
you did not retire to defeat.
You held your head up high,
Now to walk with a gleam in your eye.
You’ve challenged wisdom
An even though not the valedictorian,
You still won!
Now you have the ability to be free,
And become what you are meant to be.
You can now fly through
The valleys of success.
Smile, and have great pride,
Because time is now on your side.
Desirata Deb
I wrote this poem for my friend " Holly". She was going through a divorce while attending college and working 2 full time jobs while raising her 2 young boys, when she found out she had cancer. She continued to go to school and work both her jobs, while raising her boys through the custody battle with her soon to be ex all while going through Chemotheraphy. I worote her this poem as part of her graduation gift. She really was a champion.
Just because you are my friend
Did I knot?
Did I not bring a smile to your face?
When you were flooded with shame and disgrace
Did I not help you up when you had had fallen into the deep and dreary muck.
Did I not know that you felt as if you must have the worlds' worst luck?
Did I not give you the attention you need without you needing to beg and plead?
Did you know I lent you a hand and you never even had to demand?
Did you know I stood by your side just to help you as your guide?
So turn your little frown upside down
Remember the sun will always shine even if you decide to not open your mind.
Did you know I would always be your friend?
And never ever pretend
Did you know, god willing I will always hear you my dear friend.
Did you know it wasn’t just a show?
Making others happy truly makes me glow!
This poem was written at a very low and difficult time in my life. I was on sabbatical at the time when I wrote this. It is about a lovely man I met, David(we were just friends) while I was there. He was having an even more difficult time then I was, but we helped each other every day by just talking or simply being in each other's prescence. Hopefully you will share this with that special person that is always there for you.