AUTUMN’S SONG (for National Poetry Day )

CHASING DREAMS WITH BROKEN WINGS -Promote Yourself

Do you know what its like

Chasing dreams

With no wings

Chase a dream

So far from reach

Through the realms of reality

Have to redefine

Time and space

Baby, its an inner race

Pave through life by cheating

Conjure up my will

Take tragic beatings

But become accustomed

To changing the weather

By snatching free-falling feathers

Because it’s mighty difficult

Chasing dreams

Paving through life

With broken wings

But, God you should see the details

Of the fabric in this wing

A world of show and tell

Of how she rose and fell

Baby, it was just her beginning…

By Carmina Bioc

Dedicated to Imelda Cruz Bioc, my mother, who passed away to cancer. She sacrificed time and distance to give my sisters and I a better future in America. This poem was inspired by a photo I took a few years ago. Serendipity,  they call it
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Some people write like Wordsworth – Promote Yourself

Some people are amazing
They write like Wordsworth
Or Maya Angelou
Or John Donne
Others are fun like Roger and Pam and Robert
And Edward And John
Cooper-Clarke
There is a small group
Of students
Who discovered poetry
As
Antidote to sloppy
Valentine drivels
–    at least partly my aim
“Let me be your Ford cortina
I will never rust…”

Gradually Shakespeare
Got a look in
Sonnet puzzles
Cut up and
Mix and match
And sorted out.
Macbeth was cool
–    and then not
“He killed all the kids?”
stark incomprehension
from streetwise ones
who earlier
put me right
on up to date
police procedures
after “incidents”
and what the cells
and forms
were like.

And Romeo and Juliet
Four funerals
And a wedding
Mercutio dealing drugs

So when Wordsworth
Stole a boat
He was
“A good ol’ boy”
but still “gay”*
for the dancing daffodils.

*apologies for the offence…we had the discussion…many times…
Improvement was they didn’t use the term when I was around…!
GCSE Eng Lit insisted on Daffodils at that time.
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