Passwords I hate, I loathe with my entire being, Just the thought of having To create another password, Make me cringe,

I’m finding my way Back to Dickie street, The land my great-grandfather John Boyd Dickie, Bequeathed to the city of Trenton…

I am the winner of the poetry priz… I am special in your eyes, Looking up to me you see, Potential & a place in history, Winner of the prize...

Am I just a statistic, Another Abel, Cain found me somehow, My life was disabled. Murder victim that’s what the news…

Where is the happiness, I was promised? Where is the mirth & joy, The contentment Is it a ploy?

Our bodies are forever changing, Never staying the same, Tomorrow’s joy is today’s pain; From past to present, To future we glide,

I live to weave my thoughts Into words, My word into phrases, My phrases jump to life On paper;

Obituaries are dark curiousities, I hope I’m not in there, In black & white, Not yet I conceed, Death Notices are morbid, macabre…

My heart needs to heal, I choose not to feel, My mind is set to reel, I need only to get through This horrific ordeal.

Set a course, Map the co-ordinates, Make adjustments along the way, Life is in progress, Live your life day-to day,

Seek God among the ditch-diggers, The shoe-shiners the porters & the fishers of the sea, Seek God with your heart, Not your eyes of Pomposity,

Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…

True communicate is not Attained with the body, But with the mind, The body can be wanting affection, Wanting intersection...

Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but

To honour one’s predecessors, Is deserving & kind, Especially ones of the same name So fine, James Dickey writes 'Deliverance’