Should you find yourself at the captain’s helm,
as everyone around you is jumping ship.
Do not lose your stride.
Do not miss a step.
Because I will be right beside you,
braving the storm.
As the cruel dark clouds loom just above the bow,
and the torrential rains begin to fall.
Your nerves may get the best of you,
but that is perfectly natural.
All you must do is reach out and take my hand.
I will calm those panicked thoughts
causing your mind to spin.
I will stand at your side through hurricane force winds,
and together we’ll be able to keep our footing.
Life may attempt to send us to the ocean depths,
but together we will survive this hellish night
to see the sun again.
Poet Biorgraphical Sketch: Born May 3rd 1987, Hunter Dasten currently lives and writes in Savannah, Georgia.
We cross midnight’s beltway
flooded in neon smears,
churchy oceans
and the promise of sleep.
Each car melts into the valley
with ruby glistening on its tires,
rolling silent against the bowl
downward
and bruising black concrete.
This night dead-ends;
it rushes to scratch our single face
before retreating
into the neon glob
POET BIOGRHAPHICAL SKETCH: Ben Gellman was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. His poems and stories focus on the concepts of race and the urban community, and often bind these ideas. His work has been featured in various publications, including Phases and Big Bridge.
HER STAINED SHOE
The childs shoe lay on its side
Its laces browned and stained
Its bright pink still seen
But clearly forgotten.
Where is that child that once
Lived with joy and smiles?
Death chose to capture all
Taking everything she knew
And ever would
Her parents were not good enough
Nor was she
For the world in which
The Nazis saw
Her death meant more to them
Than the life that she might live
And so the shoe lies on its side
Its laces browned and stained
With blood.
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HIS GLORY IN THIS WORLD
Think of Me when the seasons change
When you see those leaves erupt
With the colors of amber, crimson, and coral
Along the tree rows and bushes.
Remember Me in the cool breezes
That caress a worried brow
And calm a mind filled with troubles.
As you stroll the lanes of fall.
Will you ponder Me amidst those ever-changing
Scenes of life and verve
And wonder about the time I bring
To each hour, day, and year?
Muse about the coming winter
And enjoy My painted art
Its ever changing colors
Painted out along the sphere.
So think of Me amid the change
And splendor of this earth
Seeing how I have touched a small leaf
How much more can I touch you?
Poet Biogrphaical Sketch: Laura Cole is a twenty years old poetess hailing from Pueblo, Colorado. She currently attends LeTourneau University in Longview, Texas where she major’s in Middle School Education. She looks forward to becoming a teacher in the next couple years. In the mean time, and hopefully for a long time, consumers of poetry can look forward to enjoying the work of this promising young poetess.