exhaustion breaks me
physical, emotional
another year starts
©2009-Art Belliveau
09 August 2009
07 August 2009
06 August 2009
Limerick 8/06/09
Waiting for school to start
The time just seems to dart
The minutes whiz by
In the blink of an eye
At a speed that frighten's my heart
©2009-Art Belliveau
The time just seems to dart
The minutes whiz by
In the blink of an eye
At a speed that frighten's my heart
©2009-Art Belliveau
04 August 2009
03 August 2009
An American Example
Booker T. Washington
Frederick Douglass
Martin Luther King, Jr.
iconic names
fighters for freedom
advocates of equality
now
mockingly
sardonically
ironic names
of housing projects
and schools
devoid of diversity
hollowed of hope
an American example
of style over substance
©2009-Art Belliveau
Frederick Douglass
Martin Luther King, Jr.
iconic names
fighters for freedom
advocates of equality
now
mockingly
sardonically
ironic names
of housing projects
and schools
devoid of diversity
hollowed of hope
an American example
of style over substance
©2009-Art Belliveau
02 August 2009
haiku 2 August
the dragon and swan
swim through August’s sea of stars
toward summer’s end
©2009-Art Belliveau
swim through August’s sea of stars
toward summer’s end
©2009-Art Belliveau
Florida Night
night winds rise
from the blackened sea
palm leaves rustle
overhead
echoing
the susurration
of the waves
bougainvillea’s sweet scent
floating free
in the subtropical night
your hand
warm in mine
your heart
entwined in mine
©2009-Art Belliveau
from the blackened sea
palm leaves rustle
overhead
echoing
the susurration
of the waves
bougainvillea’s sweet scent
floating free
in the subtropical night
your hand
warm in mine
your heart
entwined in mine
©2009-Art Belliveau
01 August 2009
the perfect student
once upon a time
I was the teacher and you
the student
my pedantic lessons were not
what I wanted to teach
my boring lectures not the words
I wanted to say
and you
the perfect student
disregarded the pretense
of my pedagogy
heard past the scripted
words and attitudes
and learned the lesson
I could not teach aloud
©2009-Art Belliveau
I was the teacher and you
the student
my pedantic lessons were not
what I wanted to teach
my boring lectures not the words
I wanted to say
and you
the perfect student
disregarded the pretense
of my pedagogy
heard past the scripted
words and attitudes
and learned the lesson
I could not teach aloud
©2009-Art Belliveau
even when...
even when...
even when I cannot hear you
the sweetness of your voice fills my ears
even when I cannot see you
the loveliness of your face fills my eyes
even when I cannot hold you
the warmth of your soft body fills my arms
even when you are gone so long
the nearness of your love fills my soul
©2009-Art Belliveau
even when I cannot hear you
the sweetness of your voice fills my ears
even when I cannot see you
the loveliness of your face fills my eyes
even when I cannot hold you
the warmth of your soft body fills my arms
even when you are gone so long
the nearness of your love fills my soul
©2009-Art Belliveau
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