The Savvy Pen

Some days ago, I found a poem I wrote using 14 (?) works.  I look a line or two out of the works and made it into something new.  If I find the titles I’ll post them up as well!

The weary blues – I know why the caged bird sings – I, too - Sing America (one of my favorites ) – america – etc Sing America. The very first time I thought I was lost, My dungeon shook and my chains fell off,The days were still stuffy with summer,I was in America, Among the Americans— But not of them. No idle passenger Traveling through life, The watcher turns his eyes away,His dreams mocked to death by time,Scorned by attitudes,He will explode.   Left his footprints in the skyWith a big knife,Without pencil or paper, With one thousand masterpieces, Hanging only from his mind— Maybe it just sags.  Like wet cornstarch, I slide,I was a guide, A pathfinder, An original settler,But I laugh,I LIVE THE ANSWER! Besides,Why should the world be overwise?Tomorrow the radiant stars, Too full to swallow any sorrow,Counting all our tears and sighs,Let the world dream otherwise.   Then,I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,The darkness under the trees,When he beats his bars and would be free.  

I, too, am America.

The civil canvas is blank

by Crystal Hua

The civil canvas is blank,

For those who fear a brush

That which soars and spreads

Lusting for ideas Divine

Artisans sense no bounds

Paints trees of singing-sway

River of Holy life

And, thus, nature is nearest complete

Pen to paper matches the fleeting Mind

Prison for all Halters

Then comes Grail to seekers and seers

Knowing “Sacred is ne`er defined”! 

Inspired by Langston Hughes “I, too”  

“I, too” Poem on Dreams

Crystal Hua 

I, too, have dreams.

I am one stricken by no voice.

They take no heed of these thoughts

At work, or with books,

But I look forward,

And hold my head high,

And see that light. 

Next time,

They’ll let me paint portraits

Even if silence is the aura,

Nobody’ll shove

And say smiling,

“Miss, that ain’t a task for you.” 

Then floods work with books.

Besides,

They’ll see capable hands tending

And realize they were wrong—

I, too, spread dreams.