Halima

I think you have grown even more for coming

To a place like this

But, I speak for all of us, your kindness

We will all miss

Just know as life may take you on

A road that is long

Hold your head up high and smile

Know that you are strong

Don’t let anyone take from you the truth

That you hold dear

Your belief in your faith shows

A world and its clear

I knew the first day I saw you and

Your willingness to dress

Don’t let anyone give you any flack

Or even suppress

Be who and what you are even

To your own demise

Because you know where and what

Beyond the blue skies

As we took this adventure of our

Spirit and of mind

Ishmael , the book we read

Some the truth they didn’t find

So just know that when you walk

Through this life with a smile

You help others get past their own lack

Even to the last mile

I look forward to seeing you again

Sometime soon

As we go through books

Within this room

This I write to you in grace, until I see your happy face.

John B

Copyright © 2010

Angels of God

They show up in different ways

They watch and guard us all our days

Yamu, Kris, Sarah, Farid in life many a thing, for His love

They want us to sing

Angels are all around you

Ones you don’t see

But they see you through

Be careful because they could be anywhere

This is how God shows his love and care

It was you all that we’ve discovered

It’s not something we can’t see it’s each other.



John B

Copyright © 2010 

My anger

When I have yelled in anger
My face turns a blazing red
I have always said something
That I would wish I hadn’t said
When I have lost my temper
I have lost all reason too
I am not proud of nothing
That I angrily do
In my anger I have never done
A good deed or its wise
But things which I know I should apologize
As I look back across my life
All of the thing that I have lost or made
It’s hard to recall anytime
When my anger ever paid

John B
Copyright © 2010


Birmingham Alabama

Note: This poem is about our first book discussion The Watsons Go to Birmingham, 1963 by author Christopher Paul Curtis...This book was written from a child's perspective and it basically explored the racial hatred of that era...The four names mentioned in this poem are four little girls who were murdered simply because of their skin color.

It was a warm there in Birmingham Alabama

The sites were like that of a Panorama

The Watson’s went there on a trip

Because their oldest was too cool and hip

While they were there something bad took place

All because someone didn’t like a certain race

Four little girls were murdered that day

In a little church where they went to pray

Addie, Denise, Carole and Cynthia are now in God’s hands,

We shouldn’t have had this happen in our land

I know how it feels like to lose a child you love

To let them go, to their home above

What you feel really never goes away

The hurt, sadness and anger in your mind to stay

I hope we’ve learned from this tragedy

And we never repeat such stupidity



John B

Copyright © 2010