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Ode to Horace Mann – Promote Yourself


Be ashamed to die until you have won

Some victory for humanity. Horace Mann


Be aware that energy is life, save some for your kids.

Be afraid that our minds are bent by news not books.

Be awed by the healing power of the simple purple cone flower.

Be amazed that after four short years she knows so much.

Be awake before the bombs drop, before the money rules.

Be agile: live in a town that walks and bikes to work and play.

Be amused by ants and birds, goats and potato fields, lilacs and sycamores.

Be angry only long enough to solve the problem, then move on.

Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.


By Dong Stuber    2006

J. Douglas Stuber
Visiting Assistant Professor of English
Chonnam National University
English Department

“Secretly Searching.” – Promote Yourself

Secretly Searching

I often wonder why?
And yes…I try
I picture loving
But always shoving, aside
It hurts so, yet it feels so good
If only I could (What shall I do?)

I can imagine the twinkle in my eye
Is it a teardrop from my cry?
Oh – my smile full of gleam
… But it hurts so much…
If only I can touch…

Images closer than mirrors
Scents within souls,
Hearts fluttering,
Moods smothering,
Is the key I hold, so close?

Climbing within the depths of me
Floating the brims among the sea
Sitting around a bushel of love
With a fistful of hope in one hand
The other, my rope

It feels so good
Why can’t I understand?
Love and trust
Comes hand in hand

Jonnay D

-JD (

Today’s poem, titled Secretly Searching, is the third poem from my “mini-series” of poems I promised to share in between normal posts that was written during my college years. My professor had little to say about this one but I felt good about it after writing.

I think this also was a time when I was still hurting from a loss and my mind was filled with questions as to why things had to happen the way they did.  However, one of the things I observed that seem to be common in some of my writings is how I wrote from a place of emotional pain, hurt, resentment seemingly based on a past I couldn’t  let go of. On the other hand, I’m  grateful for the experience.

For the most part, my professor had this to say, “Good idea. The rhyme seems to get in the way here.” I took that with a grain of salt. After all, this was a beginning for me and I thought poetry was about rhyme. Silly me 🙂. Thanks to him, I learned a lot. Enjoy!

Dear pseudonym… – Promote Yourself


Dear pseudonym…

I remember how you comforted and sheltered my real identity,

When I was too afraid to show my real face or give my real name.

I’ve spoken with many people and they claimed to regard me as “friend,”

But kept at arm’s length to no end.




Seemed like a Divine Spirit gifted sure thing,

Lucid light of day vision to boot!

Frightening at first honestly, baffling and really none of my own doing,

actually railed and rebelled against it with all i could muster,

about as effectively as the last stand of Custer.


Inspired words were like arms wide open with none willing to enter into them.

Not even a poke from a pointed spear to see if i really bled like any other human.

No, I’m not in the “witness protection program”

Not a serial killer…

not yet anyway but anything is possible…who is to say?

Cain walked with God did he not?

As did Moses.


Yes, I really am who I say I am!

No, this is not just pretend.

It has just occurred to me,

In the myriad discussions held with those sheltered in anonymity,

What freedom, what sharing can that truly be?

Why are the most “outspoken”

the first to obscure their faces?

Can names truly be changed to protect the “innocent?”



Are we kidding ourselves’?!


Interchangeable personalities,

how many people can exist in one person?

What has become of sincerity and Truth?

Can it be called these things from behind a mask?


Will first person be third

or third first?

Or second last?

Can Virtual reality’s water quench anyone’s thirst?

Without a solid identity to steal,

Why be so afraid of a thief?

Than can only pilfer,

Nothing real.


Anthony Gomez

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