Here you will find some of my favorite poetry. 

Some are well known, 

and some maybe not so much.......

BLUE, BY BRIAN HAYCOCK

She was born pink and soft with all of her toes

She had my eyes and her mothers nose

She cried for a moment and then settled down

The angel of my life with hair of brown

Months went by and we watched her grow

Something was wrong and we had to know

The doctor called with concern on his mind

And told me my angel had been born blind

I cried for a while and then I got mad

This was not my idea of being a dad

So from that day forward I started a plight

To be her eyes in life and her heart of sight

As the years passed by she started to grow

Into a beautiful child with a need to know

Each day was spent teaching all that I knew

Until one day when she asked about blue

I tried to define it but my efforts were in vain

Only sighted descriptions were the way to explain

She had no way of knowing what I was trying to say

And for the very first time I failed her that day

Life went on and as she grew

She formed her thoughts on what is blue

Wanting to know just what others could see

Inside her mind it became reality

On her sixteenth birthday our lives got better

We received good new from a doctor's letter

He said he could help and that this just might

Give the eyes of my angel the gift of sight

I will never forget what she asked to see

When she opened her eyes and first saw me

She looked at me with her eyes of new

And asked me to show her the color of blue

I said, Look at my eyes, for they are blue

The day you were born they watched over you

All through the years they never looked away

They will always be with you and will never stray

She smiled at me and said that she always knew

About what the meaning was of the color blue

Through out her life she could always see

With the eyes of her heart instilled from me

To her the color had a meaning more than just sight

Blue had a feeling that gave her an insight

Throughout the years as both our hearts grew

She told me that Love was the color Blue.

LETTING GO, BY KELLY ZAKERSKI

Their lives begin, that special day

Your hardest job, is on the way.

Walking and pacing, all night long

Knowing that one day, they’ll be strong.

Watching them crawl, then walk and run

Treasure each moment, share their fun.

They grow so fast, enjoy each day

For sometime soon, they’ll move away.

Years of school, sometimes they will drag

We’re filled with pride, we parents brag.

Teaching our kids, always be kind

Lasting friendships, many will find.

Do as I say, not as I do

We all have said, our parents too.

The truth comes out, don’t cheat or lie

Don’t try and skimp, to just get by.

Take the right path, we try to guide

Sometimes they don’t, we let it slide.

Knowing they must, find their own way

Life is tough, on track they must stay.

Bumps in the road, many will hit

We as parents, just have to sit.

Learn from mistakes, it takes its’ toll

Their independence, that’s our goal.

The hardest part, is yet to come

When high school years, are said and done.

We’ve done our jobs, as best we could

We must let go, or so we should.

Give them their wings, and let them fly

As we sit back, and often cry.

Turning the page, is hard to do

Wondering if, they listened to you.

Reach for the stars, follow your dreams

It takes time, forever it seems.

Your heart will break, can’t let it show

It’s so difficult, letting go.

THE GAMUT, By Maya Angelou

Soft you day, be velvet soft,

my true love approaches,

look you bright, you dusty sun,

array your golden coaches.

Soft you wind, be soft as silk,

my true love is speaking.

Hold you birds, your silver throats,

his golden voice I'm seeking.

Come you death, in haste, do come,

my shroud of black be weaving,

quiet my heart, be deathly quiet,

my true love is leaving.

Passing Time, By Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn

Mine like Dusk.

One paints the beginning of a certain end.

The other, the end of a sure beginning.

Still I Rise, By MAYA ANGELOU

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.