Mommy, When Will Only "Us" Be Enough For You?
Mommy, when will only "us" be enough for you?
Is "God" the one telling you to go make more sisters and brothers?
Or, is it because, in your very own heart, you really did want, each and every one of us?
Please let us know each and every day; just how much we are loved by you.
Let our sisters know; That they are not just here; because you didn't make our brothers first.
Tell our brothers that you wanted all of us.
For many reasons "God" gave us all to you, Mommy.
Mommy, when will only "us" be enough for you?
- Patricia Montoya, 2009
Dedicated to all children who are questioning the family dynamics, especially in larger families.
Restoration of Faith With Mankind
Inner voices of anger:
Saber rattling pestilence of wars
The slaughter of four Oakland police officers
Drive-by shootings of innocent casualties
Diminishes my faith with mankind.
Mired in traffic at critical hour of madness
in midst of maelstrom of road rage
cacophony of horns blaring in anger
entombed in sarcophagus of my car
sounds beyond decibel of tolerance
confused in quandary of hopelessness
paranoia sets in what to do?
Two strangers Hispanic and White
attempted to unplug the bottleneck.
Asian police officer wave-off Good Samaritans
patrol-car tucked me into pocket of
There is goodness in our citizens of Milpitas
in times of economic down-turn
people are drawn together
for the common good of all.
Our citizens have so little to give
they gave themselves
to aid a little old confused man.
In midst of maelstrom
the goodness of mankind
Restoration of faith with mankind.
- Raymond Chow, 2009
Listen to the Eyes
When you see someone, all you see is a face.
You see a mouth, ears and eyes.
You hear word, words to cover up the face and the person inside.
When you see a person, you judge beauty by the face.
But it is beyond the face that true beauty lies.
The true beauty you can see only in the eyes.
Words can lie. They can easily deceive.
But eyes are always truthful.
You can listen to the eyes, understand the person beyond the face.
But you must learn, for each pair of eyes speaks its own language.
And you must learn to listen, as the eyes make no sound.
You must learn to hear the eyes with your own eyes.
Those who do not listen leave countless words unspoken;
They stare blindly at the face, a mask for the soul,
while they could be speaking to the real person,
not just the face, not just the stained glass window that stands between.
So, listen to the eyes, and you can see beyond the face.
Listen to the eyes, and you can hear beyond the words.
Listen to the eyes, and you can learn countless secrets.
(After all, why else do government officials wear sunglasses?)
- Ahsan Zahid, 2009
The Power of Love
Give me your love, all the love
You have to give,
This power of love that lifts me up,
And makes me truly live,
You give to me and I give to you,
True love evermore,
This wonderful love is truly,
Worth living for,
Let's wipe away our tears,
Let's no longer have any fears,
This power of love will bring,
Joyous happiness that makes
Our souls sing.
The power of love is everything.
- Lori Stotlar, 2008
When a Loved One Dies
When a loved one dies
I grieve their loss
How I miss
The warmth of their smile
The music of their laughter
The familiar sound of their voice
That can make me turn with eagerness
As soon as it falls upon my ear
The witty things they say
The way they walk or turn their head
Their encouragement and at times
Their counsel to help me through my life
The things we share during joy and sorrow
Their struggles in life
And the victories they attain
But there is another loss
Each person who dies
Takes with them a little part of me
A part that only that person knew
Things only the two of us have shared
No one else will ever remember
Me in just that way
The things we talked about
Even if we relate that memory to someone else
Only that person and I
Can really share that particular memory
I remember with love
I share with others warm memories
But when someone is gone
Never again will the two of us
Share those memories and emotions
In the way that is special just to us
- Kaye Waldow, 2009
You Break a Dream
You break a dream,
You break a man,
You wonder why,
Our country is in chaos,
we, as Americans now, have to hide out in shame,
Barry Bonds and baseball didn't work it your way,
He kept his pride and didn't fold,
Under your scrutiny; it angers you,
Who, brutally, holds such hostility,
Toward one so true and endangered,
And one with a higher than usual dignity,
"Our Barry Bonds" will forever live in unjust infamy.
- Patricia Montoya, 2008
Hugs and More Hugs
Hugs can say a lot,
Can mean different things
Mean you are special to me
You make me feel so good
I am so sorry that you hurt.
You did just great!
Hello my friend
Goodbye till next time.
I am so glad to see you!
Hugs can mean many things,
Best of all they,
Can say I love you.
- Elizabeth Pledger, 2006
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"Poetry and Prose" appears monthly. These poems were submitted by the Peaceful Poets. For more information on the Peaceful Poets, or to have your poem appear as part of this section, contact Pat Montoya at 262-7037.