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Anonymous
Is anyone happier because you
Passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you
spoke to him today?
Can you say tonight, in parting with
the day thats slipping fast
That you helped a single brother
of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over
What you did or said?
Does the man whose hopes were fading
now with courage look ahead?
Did you leave a trail of kindness
Or a scar of discontent?
As you c lose your eyes in slumber
do you think that God will say
you have earned one more tomorrow
By the work you did today?
Anonymous
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Introduction ....................................................................................... 1
Last Night ............................................................................................ 3
I wondered.......................................................................................... 4
A vase of flowers ............................................................................... 5
Deceit ................................................................................................... 6
Shaking hands with death ............................................................ 7
Death .................................................................................................... 8
How do you feel? .............................................................................. 9
What is Man? .................................................................................... 10
What is happening to our world today? ................................. 11
Gods power ..................................................................................... 12
The Child in Me ............................................................................... 13
Mother Dear ..................................................................................... 14
Ive seen enough evil .................................................................... 16
Love ..................................................................................................... 18
My model prayer............................................................................. 19
Gods love .......................................................................................... 20
Give your Best .................................................................................. 21
Youth be a worker .......................................................................... 22
Do you love him? ............................................................................ 23
Theyre smoking their days away.............................................. 24
Its my birthday ................................................................................ 25
Thank You .......................................................................................... 26
The Dogs have taken over ........................................................... 26
The Rain ............................................................................................. 29
Christmas Cheer .............................................................................. 30
True Christmas ................................................................................. 31
A New Year ........................................................................................ 32
Concord Waterfalls ......................................................................... 33
Beautiful Grenada .......................................................................... 34
The Diary of Dahlia J. Ross ........................................................... 35
Free at Last ........................................................................................ 50
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Introduction
As far back as I could remember I always kept a pen and
paper nearby to write. Write my thoughts, poems, rhymes,
quotable quotes from magazines like Readers Digest, books
or whatever I could get my hands on to read. I have been an
avid reader from childhood, always in a book. Informative
books such as autobiography or biographies fascinated me. I
wanted to know about the world around me. I guess there
was always a writer in me a long time ago. In fact, I would
take interest in poems from literature books, English books,
Sunday school books or whatever books were available. If I
found a poem particularly fascinating I would take it to my
church and read it, there might be a message to convey in
this one I thought. It usually ended up on my church bulletin
board.
One day a Deacon at Church approached me with the idea
that I should try and write my own poems. I did not think it
was in me, so I dismissed the idea.
I finally discovered my poetic abilities to write quite by
accident or chance.
I was on our youth committee as Chair Man, we were all
planning to celebrate our 1 year anniversary and some one
suggested that we write a poem to commemorate the event.
The title chosen was Youth Be A Worker. We sat around a table
trying to get ideas, none of us had ever wrote a poem, and
suddenly the ideas began to flow and the poet in me was born.
I surprised myself and others around me by writing the entire
poem and after that day, poems came to me naturally and
effortlessly. In fact, I would wake up in the middle of the night
with divine inspiration from above as the ideas from a poem
would be formed I would have to jump out of my bed quickly to
write them down or else they would quickly disappear. Hence
the Creation of the poem Last Night.
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Last Night
As I was lying in my bed
I had a poem ringing in my head.
Not for the life of me
Could I remember
What I said.
It was in my brain
Almost as if in my veins.
Yet, it was a quiet refrain
Coming back again and again.
But I was too lazy to recover
From my slumber
So I turned over and over
Then went back to sleep.
I made a mental note
That on the morn I would devote,
A special time to capture
My thoughts on paper.
But alas! And this is sad,
Only pen and paper I had
Because not one note
Could I remember.
Dahlia Joan Ross
A Vase of Flowers
Flawless oval shaped, opaque
Inciting and evoking the senses
in me to touch to taste
to ravish to digest
I see her petals eluding me
spreading out her tender arms
as leaves, branches emanating
from the vase,
Her body tilted side ways
curved inwards and outwards
Like a snow covered mountain
She was elegant perfume to the sight
As well as intoxicating to the mind and senses,
my eyes riveted to her magnificent beauty
I gazed amazed at this wonderful work of creation
A masterpiece; master plan
concocted by God
but assembled by man.
Dahlia Joan Ross