Healing

Signs Along The Road Being Put There by Henry Grimes

Signs read all along -- as roadside signs are
claim to absolute newness and mastery of all mystery
as signs are, the ones that you see go down the road --
with you, as are trumped all universal sorts of energy
that emerges from them -- are mystery
(I said, as I thought if I would ever see her again)
and the condition of them being put there
seen all along the highway.

Signs are called, then, these original works of art
designed to snare and hold the human heart -- before,
like on a prior occasion when you have seen them

Date
Month: 
November
Day: 
3
Author name: 
by Henry Grimes

BLINK by E. Joyce Moore

Life can change forever in the blink of an eye.
We think we have time
When there was never a promise
yet we see time as forever
enough to continue to
do what's been done
continue to believe
that rehearsal is one
way to do it right next time.
Rush to and fro
believing in control
while
we deceive us/you/me.
justifying the reality
we want to see
Choosing to let go
of those who love
for what we think is better.
It's never. At least rarely ever
not the same as before
yet we choose to ignore...
Our actions define us
speaking loud and clear.
if we could just hear.

Date
Month: 
1
Day: 
15
Author name: 
Moore, E. Joyce

MOURN BY THE RIVER by Julie Landsman

Shall We?

Shall we mourn by the river?
Shall we join the Soul Patrol and hurry on down,
glide over houses and bodies of old men who used to work
at the docks, long days and slow mornings of arthritic rising?

Might we not march as a nation,
with this new Diaspora, following along the banks of the Mississippi
from the headwaters to Baton Rouge to the Gulf to Ponchatrain to Biloxi?

Let us do this American funeral up right
with trumpets and lines of live bodies, songs about
loved ones left behind-- their mornings on hot porches
their evenings with cigarettes and wine.

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Date
Month: 
8
Day: 
28
Author name: 
Landsman, Julie

A TEACHER MOURNS DISAPPREAANCE by Julie Landsman

Light falls across a room,
a glass bird on a shelf
catches sunshine in early evening,
breakfast smells come up the same old stairs--
these form the seasons of a home.
A girl finds refuge in dependable light after a tough day
on the playground, or after getting off the bus
on the corner of Lake Street and 14th when the boy
with the red shirt teases her about her skinny legs.

Yet in my room kids breathe in quick- step,
stutter into my class arm and arm with anxiety.

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
12
Author name: 
Landsman, Julie

MAN IN THE MIRROR sung by Michael Jackson

Sung by Michael Jackson Man
Release, 1988

I'm Gonna Make A Change,
For Once In My Life
It's Gonna Feel Real Good,
Gonna Make A Difference
Gonna Make It Right . .

Date
Month: 
8
Day: 
29
Author name: 
Garrett, Siedah

12 Things The Negro Must Do For Himself by Nannie Helen Burroughs. . .Written in the 1900's.

1. The Negro Must Learn To Put First Things First. The First Things Are: Education; Development of Character Traits; A Trade and Home Ownership.
• The Negro puts too much of his earning in clothes, in food, in show and in having what he calls "a good time." The Dr. Kelly Miller said, "The Negro buys what he WANTS and begs for what he needs."

2.

Date
Month: 
5
Day: 
2
Author name: 
Burroughs, Nannie Helen

COMPENSATION By James Edwin Campbell (1867-1896)

O rich young lord, thou ridest by
With looks of high disdain;
It chafes me not thy title high,
Thy blood of oldest strain.
The lady riding at thy side
Is but in name thy promised bride,
Ride on, young lord, ride on!

Her father wills and she obeys,
The custom of her class;
'Tis Land not Love the trothing sways--
For Land he sells his lass.
Her fair white hand, young lord, is thine,
Her soul, proud fool, her soul is mine,
Ride on, young lord, ride on!

Date
Month: 
7
Day: 
31
Author name: 
James Edwin,, Cambell

FOUR GLIMPSES OF NIGHT by Frank Marshall Davis.

I
Eagerly
Like a woman hurrying to her lover
Night comes to the room of the world
And lies, yielding and content
Against the cool round face
Of the moon.

2
Night is a curious child, wandering
Between earth and sky, creeping
In windows and doors, daubing
The entire neighborhood
With purple paint.
Day
Is an apologetic mother
Cloth in hand
Following after.

3
Peddling
From door to door
Night sells
Black bags of peppermint stars
Heaping cones of vanilla moon
Until
His wares are gone
Then shuffles homeward
Jingling the gray coins
Of daybreak.

4
Night's brittle song

Date
Month: 
December
Day: 
31
Author name: 
Davis, Frank Marshall

A HERO OF SAN JUAN HILL by Olivia Ward Bush

Among the sick and wounded ones,
This stricken soldier boy lay,
With glassy eye and shortened breath;
His life seemed slipping fast away.

My heart grew faint to see him thus,
His dark brown face so full of pain,
I wondered if the mother's eyes
Were looking for her boy in vain.
I bent to catch his feeble's words:
"I am so ill and far from home.
I feel so strange and lonely here;
You seem a friend, I'm glad you've come.

"I want to tell you how our boys
Went charging on the enemy.

Date
Month: 
5
Day: 
23
Author name: 
Bush, Olivia

ASSUME THE POSITION by E. Joyce Moore

Assume the position
From the moment you emerged
Cryin' as though you already knew
That you might be exchanging
One temporary confinement
For another.
Being black, being male
Totally out of your control
But you came anyway..

Assume the position
That being black and poor
And stayin' in the "hood"
While your mamma's prayin'
And she should
Though she done all she would
Not knowing that she could
Question
Why you were left back and put in that "special class"…
when you could read the cereal boxes at age two.
But you..

Assume the position
Peering out of half-lidded eyes
A

Date
Month: 
3
Day: 
1
Author name: 
Moore, E. Joyce