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Enduring the anguish of thinking… A Poem by Richard Lloyd Cederberg
“There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.” (IN MEMORY)
How silently
And stern these
Straining days pass,
Where, at times, in open tyranny,
Scattered thoughts scramble
For measured application…
O dismay,
Each day
Embracing (the
Great word ‘WAIT’),
This (at times) tragic fate
Impelling the mind to reengage
With something other than
A wearied wide road
Worn smooth…
Another fluster putting glory on
[Hoping] to rediscover where
Newness is apparent, and where honest
Happiness is more than a shadow of things past…
Throughout life
(I’ve) known thinking
That piled-up (at times)
Like a day’s dead sanctities;
Thought-quakes pricked with panic –
Like vexed birds flailing on windowpanes –
Thoughts – in rising currents wild with leaves –
Trembling in trepidation at the tumults of the day,
But clinging to where Earth and Heaven meet crying:
O Burning Lion – Creator, from whom flows
The substance of all fresh thinking;
Help me bear this anguish…
-
(II) AN APPEAL…
O breath of life…
Breathe on this mind that broods
(At times) so helpless and unnerved…
…From the utmost corners,
O divine breath,
Command my lassitude
To drift from me like a whisper
Preserve me from these penumbras
Where despair shrieks in the belly of clouds;
And, where from all dark-lipped furrows,
Hubris strolls in chatoyant silk
…From the four winds come,
O breath,
To breathe upon
These outworn motivations,
That this slain heart could rise up
To write rather of life than of death
… From the uttermost parts,
O breath of life,
Breathe on me that I might suspire
As an Eagle stirring its nest;
Hovering over its young;
Spreading forth its majestic wings
To carry each of them up to the high-places;
For it is your breath (alone) O God that sustains me…
richard lloyd cederberg
10/16
“Then the Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.” Genesis 2:7
BIOGRAPHY (10/2016) – Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Richard is the progeny of Swedish and Norwegian immigrants. He was born in Chicago Illinois. Richard began his journey into the arts at age six. For twelve years he played classical trumpet. But then, the British incursion of music (Beatles and the Dave Clark Five) influenced him to put down the trumpet to take-up acoustic and electric guitar, and, to write songs and lyrics. He toured professionally for ten years. In 1995 Richard was privileged to design and build his own Midi-Centered Recording Studio ~ Taylor & Grace ~ where he worked diligently until 2002. During that time he composed and multi-track recorded over 500 compositions and has two CD’s (‘WHAT LOVE HAS DONE’ and ‘THE PATH’) to his personal credit.
Richard’s interest in writing continues. His poetic invention confluxes integrative elements: history, parlance, alliteration, metaphor, allegory, characterization, spirituality, faith, eschatology, art, and subtext. Avoiding the middle-road; he takes advantage of diverse poetic anatomies including: Rhythmical, Poetic/Prose, Triolets, Syllable formats, Story-Poems, Freeform, Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, and Acrostic. Richard’s work has been (and is) featured in a wide variety of anthologies, compendiums, and e-zines including: Poetry Life and Times, Artvilla, and Motherbird. Richard was nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize.
Published books include:
The Monumental Journey Series (adventure/mystery/historical fiction) 1. A MONUMENTAL JOURNEY… 2. IN SEARCH OF THE FIRST TRIBE… 3. THE UNDERGROUND RIVER… 4. BEYOND UNDERSTANDING. A new adventure/thriller, BETWEEN THE CRACKS has been published. A new eschatological drama – AFTER WE WERE HUMAN – is being written. Follow the lives of several friends as a new race of ageless multi-dimensional humans comes back to Earth with their Creator to rule and reign for 1000 years.
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In Loving Memory of . . . Janet P. Caldwell 14 February 1959 ~ 20 September 2016. William S. Peters, Sr.
weep not for me
weep not for me,
nor despair, nor lament,
on my crossing the waters,
for my life has been full,
for i had you
i go to a better place,
where i shall make a bed for you
as i longingly await your arrival,
for we are eternally betrothed
i shall have the angels sing
a song of welcome . . .
and the flowers of the field
shall dance gleefully
in the embrace of brother wind
the sun always shines here
acknowledging our mutual brightness
where the night-ness
is no more
so i ask of thee
to weep not for me
nor despair, nor lament
on my crossing the waters,
for my life has been full,
for i had you
Bill is an avid Writer / Poet who has been committed to this path since 1966. He currently has to his credit over 70 Published Books as well as a myriad of Newspaper and Magazine Articles. Bill supports the venue of Creative Expression regardless of form. He also is an activist for the progression and evolution of Humanity and its Love of each other.
Recently (September 2015) Bill was honored to be named the Poet Laureate at the Kosovo International Poetry Festival where his book The Vine Keeper was showcased. He was also awarded The Golden Grape Award.
Bill currently serves as the CEO of Inner Child Enterprises, ltd., Managing Director of Inner Child Press, Executive Producer of Inner Child Radio and Executive Editor of Inner Child Magazine. His life partner Janet P. Caldwell stands by his side in support of the Inner Child vision
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Transforming with Poetry. Juan Ramón Barat translated by Tony Martin-Woods (InkwellArts)Video Poem
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Plight. A Poem by Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown
You don’t get that right
To understand our plight
Were you there?
When that slave girl
Was ‘KILLED’
The very day,
They stole her away
Were you there?
When that slave girl
Was bound
Shackled and chained
Cow bells on the neck
That ‘rang’
Were you there?
When she rode that vast ocean
On Noah’s waves
Of never ending rains
Were you there?
At ‘HER’ door of ‘NO RETURN’
Uneducated to your customs and ways
‘Wit’ an unfair playing ground while trying to learn
Were you there?
Standing on ‘dat’ Auction Block
At 14 years of age
As she watched
‘Dat’ Auctioneer’s gavel drop!!!
SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER!
He’d say
To her dismay
ALL WAS AT LOST
Down to her family;
Just given away
‘FREE’ of cost
Were you there?
As she picked a bail,
O’ COTTON
Were you there?
When sorting out the bushel’s
That rotted
Were you there as she picked
All through her midnight
Were you there?
When she couldn’t give ‘Massa’
Any fight
Were you there?
When she warmed ‘Massa’
Anytime ‘HE’ wanted both day and/or night
Were you there?
When she ‘HAD’ to cast ‘ALL’ her cares
On a ‘god’
That she was ‘TOLD’ didn’t care
Were you there?
As she entered those back doors
Were you there?
When she was called a wench and then some more…
Were you there?
When she was kicked to the ground
Like Christ,
Got back up
And never made a sound
Were you there?
When she had to eat slime and hogs
Were you there?
To watch her treated less than a dog
Were you there?
When mixed babies came from her
Were you there?
When she begged ‘Massa’ to keep ‘do’s’ chillins’ in ‘dat’ dear dirt
Plus for ‘da’ one’s not belonging to her
Were you there?
As she watched
So many ‘HUNG ON HIGH’
Were you there?
When she stood tall
At it all
Never allowing to cry
Were you there?
While she couldn’t tire, sleep nor snore
Were you there?
When she polished silverware
Plucked string beans
While
Cleaning on hands and knees
O’ those ‘HATED’ hardwood floors
Were you there?
When Missy lied on her
Were you there?
At her foul treatment
Far less than dirt
Were you there?
At her rape(s), beatings and cries
Were you there?
As she wondered
‘IF’
God even cared
Let alone was alive
Were you there?
When she prayed to just die
Were you there?
When she ate
Humility pie
Were you there?
At worship
While sitting in ‘dat’ balcony
Asking permission
To use ‘BLACK ONLY’ facilities
Were you there?
When ‘dat’ slave girl
Was KILLED
The day they stole her away
And
You have nerve to wonder why???
You don’t get that right
To understand
I’ve been there
‘CAUSE’ SHE LIVES’
In ‘da’ ‘STEAL’ of my nights!!!
Author: Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown
(Authored: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight and
SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER)
Dedicated To: Black History Month
All Rights Reserved@2016
No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author.
Biography
I, Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown, am the wife of Cardell Nino Brown Sr. and from our union came Cardell Jr., Renee and Raven Brown. I am the offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Peter C. Drummond of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My siblings are Delbert D. Drummond and the late Pastor Shawn C. Drummond. I was born in North Carolina, at Camp Lejeune US Naval Hospital. I am a graduate of Geneva College of Pennsylvania, and my love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through my very unique style of poetry, which is viewed globally. My poetry is inspired by God and Dr. Maya Angelou. Because of them I pledge this: “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”
“Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight” is flown across the seas by God’s raven. There are several Scriptures that I love; however, this one speaks volumes during this ‘season’: “And he sent forth a raven, which went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth.” (Genesis 8:7 KJV)
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