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October Newsletter Poetry Corner: Amped Up 80s

Amped Up 80s

Savannah Lacy

 

We amped up the 80s with John Lennon,

Sent the first women into space

And we Don’t Stop Believin’.

Madonna starts her career

And we have no fear;

Not with our high-waisted jeans

And fishnet sleeves.

We watched Back to the Future

With Michael J. Fox

On boxy TVs wearing striped socks

We found the Titanic

And everyone went frantic

Finally, “The Simpsons” debuts,

A show of people with yellow hues.

simpsons

(Savannah’s poem is featured in the upcoming Children’s Edition of The Best of Critique Café.)

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August Newsletter Poetry Corner: Pearl Light

Pearl Light

by Jody Bailey Day

 

The light slips pearl-like

Through the window in my room,

The soft, first light of day…

Hallowed time, a moment

Before the coming noise,

The quiet, first light of day…

The Dove sings His songdove

Of love into my heart,

The precious, first Light of day…

Father whispers to His child

His way of life and Word,

The Holy, first Light of day.

 

 

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August Newsletter Poetry Corner: To My Guardian Angel

To My Guardian Angel

By Frances Armstrong

When my life was shrouded in darkness you brought me light,

When my mood was black, you brightened it.

For this I have to thank you, my Guardian Angel.

You showed me that no matter what happens, there is still love to be found.

You took my broken spirit and you cared for it,

Showing me that not all was lost.

You made me believe in myself, when all hope was gone.

Thank you for being there and supporting me when I needed it the most.

And most of all, thank you from the bottom of my heart for loving one as dark as me,

And showing me there is still hope.

Guardian Angels were said to be nonexistent,

But that is wrong.

I have proof right now that a guardian Angel exists,

And that is you.

You who always gives me and others a hand when we need it most,

You that always puts others before yourself.

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August Newsletter Poetry Corner: Insomnia

Insomnia

By Vea Anna Hooker

 

Hello computer, my old friend –

I’ve come to waste time with you again.

Because I sat to check out just one thing.

Now its two, and I should be sleeping.

But the vision that was planted in my head

Is the latest thing the meme artists said.

And the sound of scrolling.

 

So many pictures of the babies sweet,

And of relationships, before they cheat.

All the quizzes that people want their friends to take,

So we can compare results for heaven’s sake.

If you love God, then say this prayer,

And copy all your friends or else beware.

I hear the sound of scrolling.

 

Yet another story to make me cry

And lots more products that I need to buy.

I listen to a small angel voice sing,

And skim a recipe for chicken wings.

I give that awful post a “frown”

Then finally I shut it down.

And now, no sound of scrolling.