Sep 16

Poem: Who Are The Brave?

Who Are The Brave?

Who are the brave?
the ones who rush into fire
and the ones who burn
the ones on the front lines
and the ones who fall
the ones who stand up
and the ones who get knocked down
the ones who aren’t afraid
and the ones who overcome fear
the ones who speak truth
and the ones who protect it
the ones who put others first
and the ones who know when not to
the ones who live to love
and the ones who love to live
the ones who know no limits
and ones who know when to limit
the ones who love without caution
and the ones who love caution
the ones who were there first
and the ones who followed
who are the brave?
anyone who chooses to be

-Poem by Justin Germino

Sep 14

Poem: Calm City

Calm City

In a calm city; people sleep
no cause to worry; no cause to weep
crime a history lesson; long past
divided races and religion; now cast
in this calm city; humans are whole
all brothers and sisters; with the same soul

-Poem by Justin Germino

Sep 04

Famous Poem: Elm


by Sylvia Plath

I know the bottom, she says.
I know it with my great tap root;
It is what you fear.

I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

Love is a shadow.

How you lie and cry after it.

Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously,
Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,
Echoing, echoing.
Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
This is rain now, the big hush.

And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

Scorched to the root
My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.
Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.

A wind of such violence
Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.
The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
Cruelly, being barren.

Her radiance scathes me.
Or perhaps I have caught her.
I let her go.
I let her go
Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery.

How your bad dreams possess and endow me.
I am inhabited by a cry.

Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse.

Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am incapable of more knowledge.

What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches? —-

Its snaky acids kiss.

It petrifies the will.
These are the isolate, slow faults
That kill, that kill, that kill.

Aug 19

Poem: Robin Williams

Still feeling the affects of losing one of my favorite comedians and actors and decided to write this agnostic poem in tribute to Robin Williams.


Remembering the art
Or the many laughs
Beyond memories and life
Inside something changes
New happiness is created

We were better off
Intrinsically affected
Little did we know
Little did we realize
Inside this man
A mind so great
Marred by demons
Stolen by sadness

-Poem by Justin Germino

Aug 18

Poem: In Love We Find Peace

A simple quick poem I thought about and truthfully we all need connection, love, friendship and with it one has a better chance of finding peace both spiritually as well as mentally.

In Love We Find Peace

In all that you inspire
in all that we desire
we did not realize
how much all
was truly dire

With the folding of palm
and reading of psalm
the troubled mind
despite burden
will find calm

Find comfort in a friend
so emotions can mend
let love and compassion
and new connections
be your new trend

-Poem by Justin Germino

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