Scraps-From my poetry group.

Sawdust gathered on the rusted iron wheel near the wagon. I touched it’s terra-cotta handle reminiscing of the rides down hills trying to stop before we hit the next street. Years passed, many Marigolds planted in my yard, trees grew, and I cut them down never finding the fountain of youth. But I saw an elephant looking sad at the fair. I wanted to save him. That was the year my wisdom tooth pained me. When they pulled it I tried to remember the elephant, his sad eyes, and that my pain wasn’t nearly as bad.

Pain it comes and goes.

We fall and rise.

The agony of that elephant will never leave me. 

Angela K. Crandall ©May 16th, 2019

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Love inside out

Soft clouds drift by as I lay in the summer sun while the whole world comes undone. My music on my phone it sings bringing me alive. Thus hopeful I stand; begin to sway to the beat, dance out to the hope inside my head. They probably want me to give up instead. I won’t let them stomp out my passions, reactions, or satisfaction. I turn off the fear they attempt to create with all their static noise and hate. I see no boundaries but open field’s ways around their exploitations, destructive games of arrogant violence. I claim peace, rainbows of beauty, and if we all could stop the judgment, they claim only one could do, then maybe they could to end the silly battle of who’s wrong or right, and just let us all live our lives and move on. No one can choose what’s right for you. Are you a dreamer too? Or do you want a government that defines it all, one that will push you against a wall? How can we be genuinely free except inside our heads, when those offensive words are read..- in a democracy…- in a world we once called free? Will we soon only be free inside our minds? We will only know in time.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©6/15/19

Justice of June

Will the storm rage

Whipping up a battle as my heart does floundering

I gasp for breath each time I see a headline.

My heart breaks for those shot.

Losing choice

Choked up by the lack of compassion, action, hope

Hate rises 

Fear Explodes in our faces like bombs.

Everyone running to grasp their right

Without looking

Choices are what give us liberty.

To demean, void options extinguishes our faith in free will.

Puts power in our governments’ hands you claimed you wanted less of 

Yet here we are

Some doing just that

Women’s rights nixed but no way to ensure contraceptive rights, the mother’s life rights, the child once it’s born rights, or who will raise it, and one answer is not the answer. Between you and God to them isn’t the answer! 

Immigrants seeking asylum, fear pain, anything to escape the hate intolerance of their country, our country with hope, yet we starve them, separate them, treat them like cattle, to us they are not human, yet we say God loves the little children, all the children of the world, Then Why! 

Lost youths in sexual identities, Girls-love Girls, Boy loves Boy, Girl loves boy, loves Girl, and so on, but you judge! Love and fear rejection=Suicides, Self-Harm, when you could let love be! This is Freedom!

How is it liberty to take away that which allows us a choice?

How is that justice and freedom for all?!

How is it those who are hurting the most are those you Shun!

Oh, I ask you, how would you like this to be you!

And if we cannot put ourselves in one another’s shoes.

We are no longer humans, but monsters!

Angela K. Crandall

©6/1/19

 

(This poem in no way is for me to impose my religious views on others. I believe in the right to be an atheist or any religion anyone chooses. It is to promote choice, love, democracy, and FREEDOM!)