Monday Poetry

Thoughts

Myra Viola Wilds

What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
   In your travels day by day
Are they bright and lofty visions, 
   Or neglected, gone astray?

Matters not how great in fancy, 
    Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought; 
Man, though high may be his station, 
    Is no better than his thoughts. 

Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly, 
   Let each one an honor be; 
Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly, 
   Then in love set each one free. 

From the Outside Looking In

By Billie Daddario

From the outside looking in

There’s no way forward

It’s broken, shattered pieces

Jagged little shards

Little children homeless, hungry on the street

It’s broken, can’t you see

From the outside looking in

Can’t you see

The lies, are treasonous

The omissions even worse

Even murderous

God Bless America

But how

Can’t you see

From the outside looking in

From the outside looking in

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