To Homo Sapiens
I am your forest.
The sound of your ax
Silences my voice.
I am your…
I am Salmon.
I am Black Rhino.
I am Honey Bee.
Soon to be fossilized
Into your earth. Unless
You learn to hear
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When I was in high school, Russia and Communism were taboo subjects; they were feared into silence. One day I read where poets were the most feared in Russia and my passion for poetry empowered me and I became less and less fearful as I kept on writing. I felt the more poetry I read and wrote, I weaker the enemy became.
Poets for Peace
Each time a poet
Puts pen to paper,
There is a sliver of hope
from my forth coming poetry book: Dangerous Woman….
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To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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My host of flowers leaves me
breathless as your one.
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During one of my poetry writing sessions with 3rd graders, this was my contribution. Not quite up to par with my students’ poetry.
A Poet’s Declaration
I am a star
In the Milky Way.
I am the crest
On emerald waves.
I am a dewdrop, crystal clear,
Capturing sunbeams in the morning mist.
I am that dust
On butterfly wings.
I am that song
Of a thousand strings.
I am that teardrop
You have kissed.
I am a poet!
I am! I am!
I am that rage
In the thunderstorm,
I am that image
Of a thousand form.
I am magic on each page.
I am a poet!
I am! I am!
Frances H. Kakugawa
From Teacher, You Look Like a Horse
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The poets in droves
Lick their pens, salivating
Over metaphors, images, turning
Death into Life. It must be
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A Wordsworth Tree Brings Solace
When Raj went to Hawaii in 2013, she remembered my children’s book Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer. Wordsworth and his friends write poetry to save trees and Wordsworth asks readers to plant a Wordsworth tree. Raj brought two Palomia seeds back to Sacramento. The Royal Palomia took root.
Raj deeply believed that the tree would show its first blossom during her mother’s last year as she lived with Alzheimer’s Disease. It did. The tree bloomed for the first time soon after her mother died. Yesterday, we sat before the blossoming Palomia to honor the memory of Raj’s mother. We sipped tea and marveled how Alzheimer’s Disease had brought all of us together.
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