To commemorate National Poetry Month, April 2013, the Raritan Valley Federation
of Libraries and the Middlesex Public Library will be sponsoring a Poetry
Anthology. Poets whose work is chosen for the Anthology will be invited to read
their work at one of the participating library’s Poetry Celebration in
April.
Poetry submitted to Middlesex Library will be posted on this website
as well.
Participating libraries include:
Bernards Township,
Bernardsville, Clarence Dillon Public Library, Dunellen, Franklin
Township, Middlesex Public Library, New Brunswick and Raritan Public
Library.
Interested persons can call the Reference at 732-356-6602 for
more information. The deadline for submissions is Friday, March
15.
CLICK HERE for the submission form and rules.
Bum
ReplyDeleteWalking aimlessly
No direction, going where my feet take me
Most avoid me
Others stare in astonishment
I’m starving today
Unable to find food
The night is coming
I dread this point
Nowhere to lay my head
I find a box and curl up in it
Nothing but my cloths to warm me
Cold embraces me like a mother embraces a child
I am the homeless
Got any spare change?
Death
Is there a reason to fear death
Or is it the unknown people fear
Possibly the pain of it
Or what will happen to their loved ones
There truly is no reason to fear it
For all things must end
It is sad when they leave
But it is bound to happen
Like the changing of the seasons
Winter cannot run on forever
It must come to an end
And it will bring a new and become spring
Just as in death
It gives life to new
The body is returning to the earth
And allows for new life to grow
Hair Trigger
They stand away from the crowd
Pushed out early on
Comments fly their way
As if shot from a catapult
The words cut into the mind
As their knife cuts their flesh
They don’t want this
It was thrust onto them
This wasn’t their choice
They were labeled outcasts
And it is forever branded on them
Life gives them no peace
But they will be released in death
They were forced on this path
The tormentors were the fence
Too high to get over it
Too strong to break through
Too deep to dig under
Those tormented find their peace
In the barrel of a gun
They place it in their mouths
But it is the tormentors who cause the hammer to drop
One Push To Far
Tormented each day
Why is this happening
Scars can heal
Mending the flesh
But tormenting the mind
That will never be repaired
And each day more wounds are opened
With each cut the life is shortened
The lacerations are hidden on the skin
But the pain shines through
Nobody asks what’s wrong
They show no concern
Just keep on torturing
Breaking them down more each day
Their life almost over
They have almost bled dry
The cuts becoming more severe
Leaving a hollow shell of their existence
All that is left is the physical being
And that will be gone too
Finished with one step
As they sway limply from the rafters
Off the Stool
The stool is in position
The rope is on the rafters
Now for the user
He decided it is his time
No one loved him
No one cared about what he did
They ridiculed him
For whom he chose to kiss
It was his life to live
He should have been left to be
But it was not meant to happen
He would be tormented for it
They led him to this point
It is now time
His head is in the noose
The stool tips over
As his life ends
He is never to breathe again
But he is just left there
To sway in the wind