Poetry
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sampling and we'll post it in this section. One poem at a time.
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new one if you send it. Remember, family friendly & positive! Send
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the city or area of Fayette County that you live in (addresses not
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Little Butterfly
Wait with me for the wind
Gentle breeze to caress your wings
Cling to me
© Carol A. Lunsford
6/30/07 Most of Coweta's writers of published books are accepting the invitation
to attend the first-ever Coweta Authors Book Signing Extravaganza (CABSE) in
September. As information about these authors is being released it is evident
that there is a tremendous and interesting variety among them. For instance,
two of them are native Texans who celebrate their love for Texas in their
writings.
Creativity is the sudden cessation of stupidity. -
Edwin Land
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2/24/08 (Blogpost) On March 16, poetry recitation
champions from 41 high schools across Georgia
compete for first place in Poetry Out Loud, a
national recitation contest...
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Labeled Unknown
By Jordan Zehren
Fayette Middle School
Everyday people walk by,
And out loud wonder why
So many tears have been wept
So much grief has been cried.
Restlessly I lie,
Namelessly found,
Under this dirt
This cold and hard ground.
They think they know, and they think the understand me,
But do they?
What “Unknown Soldier” really stands for
These memories never meant to fray?
They didn’t watch friends fall,
Or witness a blasting bomb glare.
They can’t understand the fear of the fight.
They’ve never taken the dare.
I am all the fighters.
I am all the criers.
I stand for the soldiers.
I stand for the trier.
I stood up for my country.
I am the meaning of pride.
My soul belongs to America.
That is where it will reside.
Out on the battlefields
They sky has turned ashen.
Without sacrifice on his earth
There would be no compassion.
Shattered limbs and broken bones,
Landscapes from the depths of Hell,
Terrible screams and constant groans,
And tales of horror so hard to tell.
The horrifying shrieks of men.
They still echo in my ears.
I can’t ever forget
The blood, the pains, the tears.
This country needs to be in this together.
Every one of us has heart.
There would be less fighting if we worked with one another.
That would be done if we each worked on our own part.
The lives we live every day are precious.
We refuse to exist in fear.
United we stand, freely we live.
Why not shout our pride, loud and clear?
Far away in a distant land,
That is where we brave did fall.
My blood was shed on desert sand
And I was one who gave my all.
My fellow soldiers stand with pride
And listen to the bugle sing.
Shoulder to shoulder, side by side.
The misty griefs from their eyes sting.
Even though I may be labeled unknown
With no family stated my own,
I am a hero meaning much to the nation.
I am named all American fighters right down to the bone.
I left my home a patriot to be,
For our freedom, our country, for you and for me.
So simply take a moment of mine to recall,
The valiant soul who, for you, gave his all.
Coweta Writers Guild Re-Activates
6/25/07
After a great deal of thought, discussions, and updates in its membership
list, the Coweta Writers Group (CWG) is now back in business...
Georgia Shakespeare
Continues Season with Rarely Performed PERICLES
6/23/07 The award-winning Georgia Shakespeare
continues its season with Shakespeare’s sea-faring fairy tale, Pericles,
running June 28 – July 27 at the Conant Performing Arts Center, Oglethorpe
University (4484 Peachtree Rd. NE, Atlanta, GA 30319)....
GYB Performs at National
Festival
5-10-07 Dancers from Georgia Youth Ballet
just returned from performing at the Regional Dance America
(RDA) National Festival in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... |
3/7/08 (Blogpost) On March 16, Georgia poet and author Anthony
Grooms will host the Second Annual state-wide Poetry OutLoud
National Recitation Contest. Anthony “Tony” Grooms is the
award-winning author of “Bombingham,” a novel, and “Trouble
No More,” a short story collection, and “Ice Poems...
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11/9/07 Piedmont Hospital presents poetry workshops with
certified poet, teacher, and author John Fox as part of its Cancer Wellness
program. An international leader in the movement of poetry...
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6/25/07
After a great deal of thought, discussions, and updates in its membership
list, the Coweta Writers Group (CWG) is now back in business...
Your Gift to Me
Your gift to me. . .
Holding me close to your heart
It’s an honor to have
you as part
Of my
journey through life
Your gift to me. . .
Watching me creep,
crawl, skip, and run,
Beaming with joy at
races of life I won,
Keeping me precious in
your sight.
Your gift to me. . .
Guiding my travels over
this land
Holding tightly onto my
hand.
Through the sunshine
and the rain.
Your gift to me. . .
A promise made, when
you first saw my face,
To teach me dignity and
grace.
Treasures of life
joyfully gained.
Your gift to me. . .
A vow you said, “I give
it to you”
“From your Mother, your
Mom, this is true.
I’ll teach you to be
respectful and just.
I’m your Mother, your
Mom, me you can trust.”
Your gift to me…Is what
I turned out to be.
© Carol A. Lunsford
How We Taught
Paper, pencils, pens,
compositions, and chalk,
Crayons, sums to ten, Shhh! They
shouldn’t talk,
We sat by their side and showed
them true
How to read and write, starting
with a-e-i-o-u
They followed a path that twisted
and turned
Learning all their math. Showing
off grades they earned
They grew in mind, body, ‘n’
soul. Making friends for keeps
Deciding life’s role, knowledge
gained by heaps.
Education—many types ‘n’ kinds,
theories, facts, figures
Worked likes sponges in their
minds, soaked with thoughts, simple and true.
We watched their growth and
guided their way.
For their education—both once
learned can’t be taken away.
© Carol
A. Lunsford
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