From the Heart of a Military Leader, by James Sears

Have you ever stood strong when fear was all around?
I mean, did you actually stand tall while others fell to the ground?

Have you ever done what common sense said not to do?
Even when others ran and said, “Come on man, do not be a fool.”

Has fear ever gripped you so tightly you had to concentrate just to breathe?
I am talking about the kind of fear that brings even the strongest men down to their knees.

Have you ever had to remain calm and lead others to a safe place;
while fear was clouding your judgment and causing your heart to race?

Have you ever been so engulfed by fear that 48 hours passed without you missing a single beat?
Heck, I almost went three days on just two hours of sleep.

Have you ever thought, this could actually be the last breath I take; because death was all around you with no room for error, absolutely no room for a leadership mistake?

Have you ever been so frozen by fear that you just did not know what to do?
I have, but I had to go on because 237 Soldiers were looking at me to lead them through.

See, fear in the face of leaders could destroy the will of many people;
while fear that goes un-faced could become deadly and extremely lethal.

Ok, well have you ever had to give an order that even you were afraid to carry out yourself?
I mean, a command so crazy you would not do it for all the world’s wealth?

Have you ever had to send someone out on a mission you knew they may not complete?
That would be one of those nights were this leader did not get any sleep.

Have you ever had to give CPR to someone who worked for you?
Well, I worked on Specialist Sierra for over one hour but he just did not pull through.

Have you ever had to carry the body of someone who saved your life?
The whole time I was thinking, what in the world am I going to tell his wife?

Have you ever had to tell someone that her loved one was no longer alive?
Trust me, you can actually see her heart breaking through the tears flowing from her eyes.

Have you ever stood over a person who was dead due to an order you gave?
Look, do not stand too close at the funeral because you might want to jump into his grave.

Have you ever had to stand before a grieving family? Yes, it is completely sad.
Their Soldier gave his life for his country and all I had to give them back was a U.S. Flag!

I am a leader of Soldiers because that is what I was called to do, and just for the record,
I am not telling you this to prove anything to any of you.
Most people just do not understand a true combat Soldier, warrior, and leader.
Well, here are some insights for all you poetry writers and readers.

How did you feel when the World Trade Center fell, the Pentagon got hit, and those planes hijacked?
This leader was devastated! Thousands dead on my watch, and it was my job to prevent those attacks.
You really do not understand the sacrifices we have made for the armed forces.
Heck, I have missed birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, and been through a couple of divorces.

We learn loyalty, honor, and respect for the U.S., for government, and for freedom, but we actually fight for our fellow Soldiers, you would understand if you ever took the time to meet them.

So yes, I have faced fears for you and even for those that act like complete jerks,
because failure is just not an option for me in my line of work!
I am a descendent from kings, forced into slavery, then turned into a Soldier so here is my quote,
Brothers “I fought for this country before I had the right to vote.”

I am the Buffalo Soldier who fought the Indians and settled the west.
Absent from those history books, it was my blood, sweat, and hard work that helped build the U.S.

I bravely charged up San Juan Hill and was later discredited in the press;
because racism would not let the world view me as this nation’s best.

I am that courageous hard-working Sailor who signed up at that local rally;
to learn I could only serve my country from deep in the ship’s galley.

I am that black flier who defied all odds to fly, fight, and win.
Well, you may have heard them say that I am one of those Red Tail, Tuskegee Airmen.

I fought in all the U.S.’s conflicts to include two world wars to stop global oppression,
but it was not until the Korean War when we overcame segregation.

The media and the public want you to call me a hero,
but you treated my Vietnam brothers, those Soldiers, like complete zeros.

Those Vietnam Warriors followed orders, fought with honor, and had no regret,
but when they came home, they came home to your insults, no cheers, just total disrespect.

Well, this leader has faced his fears through multiple wars in the Middle-East.
So, I salute those Soldiers dealing with fear right now because they allow us to enjoy reading poetry in peace!
James Mr. Speaker Sears

THE SPACE, by SYANDENE

It is
the space you fill
when the dawn
freshly breaks
the space you fill
with a anticipatory
brew of certainty
come what may

The space that says
there is no routine
only the linking
of mapped souls
through
inner conversations
and
earnest supplication
for how we
get through
in seeing another day

And as I start my day
I am reminded
of the happiness that
cycling into
the path of the sun brings
sensing the changing seasons
of being

Seeing workmen
backs – breaking
in the heat
of the mid-day sun
but happy – eyes decorating
constructional achievements
with pleasure

A mature couple
studying the geography
of a new locality
A new home sought – maybe
A new life researched – possibly
their day out
placed against
dancing sun’s rays

hands held
A ritualistic spell
connected in harmony
for the new day

Snapshots of women
pushing
new age designed prams
cradling innocent cargo
sleeping – oblivious
prepped for the
various struggles
they will encounter
bringing joy and pain
in this life’s relentless
refrain

A runner
fighting off exhaustion
for that final push, up
‘I can do this’ Hill

And the urban but
incessant babble
of school children
absorbed by the
ineffectiveness of what it means
to have the latest
technological gadget
in their possessions

I cycle
freewheel through
the cascade of monotone images
imbued to be outspoken
about the healing powers of
love and unity
for a world
rent in two
by the
fashionable commodity of
hatred and greed

reminded of my
grandmother’s timely words
” Chicken memba Gaad wen im drink”
meaning
thankfulness and reverence
must be the order of
the day

Knowing we aspire to
an idealized concept of we
knowing we lack nothing
want everything
and maybe
only visible things in between

Knowing that the
landscaping – reshaping
inward making and outward making
of the mapped soul
seeks no type of
hidden mystery
hurts

But now older
and much wiser
I am no longer
a subject to the
ligature marks of
life’s discordant cry

Free to journey into
onto and through
the iconoclastic footprints
left by the eclectics

For mine is a measured walk
inspecting the houses
inhabited by
wizened women
speaking truth in
its unaltered state

Sipping on
sacred science
the 7 tones of purity
the effusion of Ancient Mysteries
and the oneness of the
harmonized self

As they note
The New Ascension
unfurl its well preserved wings

That I too may climb higher
go within
and fly

(c) Syandene Jahia

WE CAN DO BETTER, by Gladys Muturi

Genre: Social Commentary, Equality

We Can Do Better

Why is this happening to us?

All of the fights and disagreements

Why are we acting like this?

We’re not animals, We’re human beings

Let’s stop this

All of this is ancient history

Buried and Forgotten

Why we can’t work together?

We can fix things together

We can change together

Without fights or disagreements

No consequences

No warzones

Settle this like we have common sense

No more bordered walls or barbed fence

Just bridges and togetherness

We can stand together

Together we can do better

Blacks and whites

Religious and non-religious

Be better

Show the world how we can do better

Be better human beings

Do you think we can do better?

I know we can do better

Together we can do better

Maine Gains— , by Melissa Chaconas

I tattoo in black
ink the word
relax
(but
w/ a
S
because
S is
nicer, softer
than X
marks the
spot)
in ancient
text on fingers like henna
I forget to go to
the star, the
extraord9inary special
Jewels
4 ways to stuff
my dolphingates full

I need thriller results
no more making friends
laugh w/my painfully empty dates

I turn your letter inside out
rip the sides down to open a passage
and pound out soft dough
words not ready to go
mountain climbing or
bake bread 4 the hungry
Will a normal Halloween past by?
(why is that sentence strange with irony?)
Why is it a competition always
Who holds MORE
Pain? Actually I am
Pretty good w/ games

let me
give you
a great introduction
to my
silent veins
I plus
focus plus
lines from chemicals ? on my
hands
will my palm reader
lose another
baby or go
dancing with me?
A special rate.

We play
music all the
time but who
listens? Do we
feel each other? Or
Do we “goofball”
feed off
each other?

I rewrite
& fold & rewrite

mailing this letter to my conscious self
to go visit my unconsciousness self on the hills of challenges
sneed snotty
sneed seeds slip special slumber shelters
(4) social services
(that) stop
(because of)
scheming
Brown jumping autumn elphant accepted
By
green growth monster that slips away

brown baby Ganesh busting w/ bountiful energies for health and home and true boundaries and luck for businesses

Will I owe my own Business?

this rabbit hole
from clark & division to Roosevelelt and opposite reverse direction
U see is if inclined filled with inspiration

this letter is made out to me
from my mother who goes wondering with pear waves and pumpkins that empress kings and make Scarborough horrors melt away with universal loving open mommy arms

don’t stop
the scarps on your knees and loose knee caps
help you grow

Darkening the sky, by Melissa Chaconas

Never a breathe

Reeking puff

Deep in rocky ricky their hum vibrates

Her mind riven by loud thunderclap

Her crimson groan and knotted hair
Round a inexorable indignant beam

sister-brother-yes
cough w/disgust
I know often remember or don’t
the long grain of sand time that spoiled
the pact by guile and either you or I
gave yourself/meself to this
wrong

my father says beauty fades what
remains is the brain or lack
there of

who will I go down with? It is
possible to join my forefathers.

dislodged inwardly
ungovernable
snapped spirit

circle technique
icicle packed echoed
banks & pools
to have stood here
earth- struggling long to stand
tweeted twirled up the other
what is left for you?
What could heed over pleading war?

Anger
I am
willingly

ready to turn & meet
the father of speech
bidding
begging
swift from heaven
flitting, flitting
unstrung by numbness,
she knew- despairing in her
finger tips- now I withdraw.

a shame river with depth flurrying

tauntin g nerve
skill footing
half-holve’s horse
swooped
tumbled both

narrowing his eyes for
wall-battering catapult

criminal blood spirit
fled into
slackened death
gloom chill

Buckling
range
spreading my hands
raged relic of anguish
don’t hurt heat the disappointed

terrible wanderings
neglect the plunder of
&
indecision
robbed responsibility

I looked at his opened mouth
teeth stained w/coffee,
sweat-smoke- his gums
but his eyes spoke
wineglass born of clay-
dissolve old masters of inexhaustible
sir-down these sit on sea love

a silent night of strength
dancing, darkness dance the dare
“maybe then she would be adorned
by real brains – not just seemingly
stupid men w/ real hands”

The Oscars, by Melissa Chaconas

Robes, masks, carpets, sculptures
Statues, like s Shakespearian
Amorous play- party – the great
Barrier is lifted- all purple
Orange coral bones drift into the
up…
the accomplished shine in light
their inner world below-is tall &
become s their now
wobbly legs

treacherous
viperfish
numberless
ones cling to
burning throats

gangway bridges
wide-snap
the drowned

into morning fields-where hurting unsleeping makes crooked eyes

HOPE, by Twinkle Saluja

Life is a never ending vicious cycle
And this is reminder from up above..

If there are toothy grins,
they are always going to be followed by wretched and griefs
If there are days bitterer than the gourd
there will also be those days sweet enough to kill you of diabetes

Every oasis will have a desert surrounding it
You just need to keep your faith alive
and the glint of good hope will always be on your way
You may not always see it
but that’s how, it’s meant to be. Always.

Insta Handle – Twinkle_saluja_

Come in; tread lightly, by Miranda Williams

Come in,
But tread lightly on my aching heart
Move slowly and let not your jarring laugh
Cause it’s brittle edges to crumble

Come in,
But tread lightly on my breaking heart
Understand that I won’t allow you to try to heal what’s left, for the pain is a strange comfort

Come in,
But tread lightly on my hurting heart
Move gently, for peace is all that it can bare in this moment

Come in,
But tread lightly on my swollen heart
It can absorb no more, but it’s deafening, irregular beat can be soothed by your presence

Come in,
But tread lightly on my fragile heart
Help me to protect it from the noise
Of a world it is not yet ready to rejoin

Come in,
Sit with me until one day
My aching, breaking, hurting heart,
Aches, breaks, hurts a little less

Come in,
Sit with me until one day,
My swollen, fragile heart
Begins to calm

Come in,
Sit with me until one day,
I may start to restore.

Miranda Williams: http://www.sailinghome.blog

Why are the Police so Mean?, by Gladys Muturi

My Fellow Officers

I got one thing to say, “Why?”

Why do you have to be so mean?

Do you hate us?

Are we that bad people?

You say you guys are good cops but yet you’re acting like the bad guys

What does your badge mean to you?

To prove you are tough in this community?

You give me respect, I give you respect

But Where is my respect?

My respect from you is yelling when I asked what I have done

Pin hard against my body to the ground

Shooting at me without a warning or a question

Blocking the airway hole where I breathe

Until I blackout,

Knocked out to unconsciousness

Darkness with no movement or sound

Why?

Why does the Police have to be so mean?

Is it their job?

Your duty to end our lives?

I’m scared for my life

Does that mean I have to run and hide?

Does my life mean anything to you?

I stand for what I believe in

I stand for my life

I stand for all black people lives

I stand for everyone to be treated equally

My hope is your protection

Protection for all black lives

Black women, Black men, and Black children

No more knees on our necks

No more bullets without a warning

No more chokeholds

No more aggression

No more

I ask for love, loyalty, and respect

Isn’t it too much to ask?

I’m afraid what my future children would say, “Mommy, Why are the police are so mean?”or “Am I safe?”

What should I say?

Yes, the police are mean?

I don’t want to believe

I want to believe in the goodness in the world

But where is that?

Your duty is your promise

Your Promise to keep us safe

Where is your promise?

We don’t hate you, my Fellow Officers

We just want justice for our people

We just want the justice system to do better

We want you to stand with us

You don’t have to like us but help us

I have one thing to say, “Why?”

Why do you have to be so mean?

Stand up and be counted, by Erica Donaldson-Ellison

Just because
you say that:
‘It has to be
like that.’
Approved, without conscience
Driven by: uneducated criticism
and stereotypical non consensual nonsense.
A single dissenter
can still rise
Blooming, from the crowd
And, say
NO

The chatter of group compliance
simmers gently, without a spill
but,a lone ingredient
may yet spark a quicker bubble.
It unexpectedly .spurts
a volcanic lava
overflowing
making a small trail.

Like the person, who
demonstratively argues
their cause.
Stands and brings attention
And, says
NO.

Moved by the need
To right, a wrong
Disgust, peaked by
witnessed exchanges
of a bullies attempt to dominate
a ‘weaker person’.
I say
NO.

To team sly glances
highlighting an
underlying group aversion
to an individuals
differences.
I say
NO.

Upright. Tall.
Against, sneering grins
smeared across
grinning lips.
Authoritatively, I protest
And say
NO.

Then,
walk on.
With my own
Smile.
Leading the way.