Tragedy

Food in abundance
no more in ravaged Japan
razed by tsunami

g.k.bostic - 3/15/11

Compassionate Counselor

Written for Writer's Island Prompt #11: Tribute

You listen,

but so much more.

You hear

without judgement.

You're open,

you care.

To the weak

you give strength.

To the frightened

you give courage.

To the lost

you give a compass..

You don't give pills

to mask the pain.

You don't dictate

the path to take.

You do not judge...

you counsel.

You are a therapist

because you care.

G.K.Bostic - 3/13/11

If I had...

This week's Carry on Tuesday prompt is to use the first line of a song by Clifford T Ward, "I could be a millionaire if I had the money" My little poem is as opposite as imaginable from the subject of the song. ;)

I could be a millionaire

If I had the money.

I could feed a million bears

If I had the honey.

I could get a lovely tan

If the sky was sunny.

I could be a circus clown

If I knew how to be funny.

But since there is no money,

I'll be rich in other ways,

And since I have no honey,

Bears will hunt throughout the day.

And since the skies aren't sunny,

I'll grab tanner from the shelf,

And since I'm not so funny,

I'll write rhymes to cheer myself!

Behind the Mask

For One Stop Poetry - A Triolet


What lies behind the lovely mask you wear?

You're broken, torn asunder, filled with pain?

You're angry? Are you lonely...do you care?

What lies behind the lovely mask you wear?

You bear a heavy burden you can't share?

In chains of thought you're bound where madness reigns..

What lies behind the lovely mask you wear?

You're broken, torn asunder, filled with pain.....



G.K.Bostic

There Was a Moment....

For Writer's Island Prompt #10 for 2011: Secret

There was a moment in my life
When the secret was told
And I was taken
From all that I knew.

Falling into a pit of loneliness,
Visions of terror spinning round my mind
Panic tapping at the door of sanity
I was lost.

In that moment I found sanctuary
In your care.
You believed
And in your believing
I began to heal.

Quiet moments; quiet voices
Gentle comfort slowly changed
Nights of despair
Into hope for bright tomorrows.

Perhaps in time my silenced spirit
Would emerge and sing once more
Because you gave me refuge in trust.
Did I ever thank you?

So Long Ago

For Carry on Tuesday Prompt
from the last line of The Glass Menagerie:
"And that is how I remember them."

Days of childhood

little girl lost,

robbed by death,

yet safe and cherished,

by special love

in those eary years...

....and that is how I remember them.

Later childhood,

another place

family fitting

mold of the times..

days of normalcy...

school and play and fun

....yes, that is how I remember them.

Adolescence changes

secrets and shame

family never

to be the same

days of loneliness

unanswered prayers...

....for that is how I remember them.

Days as a victim

torture in the night

unable to escape

no rescue in sight

Days of living lost and alone...

.....and that is how I remember them.

g.k.bostic - 3/6/11

Beyond the Clouds

One Stop Poetry


As clouds above yield dreary days below
While high above the sunlight fills the sky
So just beyond the stormy clouds we fly
To places never seen our spirits go.

The brilliance of your love thou doth bestow
It carries passion's pleasures on a sigh
That speaks of secret answers owning why
The love that binds our hearts doth overflow.

Gone forever fear of hearts rejected,
For to lose such love would be a wretched curse,
So feel the heavenly rays from clouds reflected,
And drown me in your love, my heart immerse;
Two souls shall touch once more with warmth expected
And evoke the beauty of the universe.