poetry

on the frontier

The Priceless Gift

The Priceless Gift

Written by Luiz De Souza July 9, 2020   I. The father thought about his family About what was right And about what was wrong Every morning and night And after midnight all night long.   The thoughts were so tender Dreams about night and day About kindness once in...

In the End Poppies United Us

In the End Poppies United Us

One day I painted poppies a field rich in hues my heart did soar on flights of fancy purple yellow green and blue.   This painting hangs anchored wide deep and high prominent in our home little did I realize then the import pressing homage to hang ‘till I die....

Lanterns

Lanterns

Lanterns bend over the street Dividing the night where people meet Some in shadow Some in light Lanterns see everything in the night   A wanderer has fallen asleep His bed is a grate where he will not weep Some never wake Some cannot wait For the light of the...

Where I’m From

Where I’m From

I am from under a crab-apple tree, from tangy tart and pink-purple blossoms. I am from the basement, weaving spotted spiders and hidden candy bar wrappers. I am from safety, and fear kept swallowed and chewed, broken and bruised.   I am from torment and gunfire,...

Always Been

Always Been

Beneath the façade and bravado and opinions and gavel beyond the world traveler seeking to belong words spilling dreams spinning catchers under the stars moonbeams weaving stories behind collections of burnt castles sunlight casting shadows shards of lies and truths...

Humboldt

Humboldt

On a prairie patchwork blanket of earth Life was interrupted at the crossroads One life, and the many, fused together and apart In an instant and then forever.   Ice had moved them there Pushing their dreams Until they glided down that highway Towards their...

Jacob’s Ladder

Jacob’s Ladder

  Brother Jacob tell me your dreams The one where you saw; he who redeems Us from this dust; we call the earth That same soil where your kindred give birth   To many more dreamers like me and my pen Who point to the stone where he lay and just then Proclaim...

Calling Your Name

Calling Your Name

Your hard work is over And the payment is made Find me in the desert Where the highway is laid   In the wild you’ll hear me Calling your name The mountains and valleys Will all be the same   You bent and you broke Like a blade of grass But I promised forever...