Haiku

 

Orange-red sunset glows,

Dark-hued clouds reflecting down,

Loosing the light, Gone.

 

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Photo Prose

tch c2019(1)

Shimmery glows of soft pink

and gentle hues of blue,

paints the calm at end of day.

 

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c2019

 

 

Haiku

Look across the sea.

Insignificant am I

standing on the sand.

 

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Poetry: Let’s Not Pretend

                         Let's Not Pretend

To know you,
or really anybody for that matter,
I need to see you,
spend time with you,
face to face.

To see what you are saying,
with your body,
your eyes,
the timbre of your voice;
at times more important than your words.

To know you,
or really anybody for that matter,
I need to see you,
face to face.
We need this,
to really know the essence of you
and you, me.


c.2019 tch

    

Poetry: Requiem for the American Worker

 

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Requiem for the American Worker

I hear America crying

across the flatlands, hill and dale.

Embittered tears of weary souls

the beaten down, the proud.

 

American workers holding on

with a cry in their voice.

Fighting hard to not be counted

among the growing poor.

 

The waitress at night with a babe upon her breast,

The coal miner tired of his long rest.

The automobile worker doing her best,

The bakery is closing, the baker is next.

 

The bus driver without a human load,

The young black man never given a chance.

The hospital worker called off, worries how to pay the rent.

Telephone workers marching, out in the cold.

 

Voices, hands, and hearts

traded for those across the seas.

The small, American farmer

still fighting hard to believe.

 

I hear America crying,

as those “who have”,

with no remorse, no guilt,

build empires upon the workers backs.

Americans trying, trying, and trying.

I hear America crying.

 

 

(Printed with one time American rights, Labor News, Indianapolis, In. Feb 2006.

This Author: tch maintains rights).

Reprinted @ Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons c. 2018.

Poetry: Seasons

tch c. 2018 (8)

                                                                  Seasons

Many seasons have passed

since we met.

Tiny wrinkles and creases

have sneaked in

to mark tiny paths.

Yet, when I look at you

I see you as you are now,

but I also see within you

the young lover when we met,

that time tries to hide.

But I still see and smile,

Many seasons have passed.

tch   c. 2018:  Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons

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