JAMES SMITH, THE FIRST COLORED DOCTOR -Poetry

Serving at the Colored Orphan Asylum for twenty years

And publishing medical intellect,

An abolitionist fighting despite his fears,

James Smith, the first black doctor, gained respect.

Opening a pharmacy, the first African American in the nation,

Changing the medical knowledge about race,

Laying a vital anti-slavery station,

James Smith promoted change with grace.

Working with the underground railroad,

While providing hope to a countless population,

Much to this great man is owed,

James Smith a man for celebration!

CONFUSION -Poetry

Confusion came long ago,

Speaking to the hearts of man.

It spread disarray across the centuries,

Creating misery and woe.

It told some truths, that seemed to ring true,

Luring Its victims in.

Stroking hate and anger around,

As the dissonance grew.

Beguiled and doped, man did engage,

Of Its devious plan.

Man allowed the monster in,

Filling man’s peace with rage.

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Confusion

by Stephanie Daich

WINTER WHAT WOULD YOU BE -Poetry

 

 

 

Winter, what would You be

Without skiing and sledding

Through the freshly fallen powder,

Sparkling, swirling around?

Winter, what would You be

Without hot chocolate and

Cozy fires?

Winter, what would You be

Without ice hikes and

Snowshoeing?

Winter, what would You be

Without Christmas and

All the brilliant lights and

Holiday cheer?

Winter, what would You be

Without snowball fights

And snowman creations?

Winter, what would You be

Without ice-skating on a frozen pond?

Winter, what would You be

Without fishing on a solid lake?

Winter, what would you be?

-I dar’st want to know.

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Winter What Would You Be

by Stephanie Daich

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RELATIONSHIP BLOOMING -Poetry

The joys of relationship blooming—

Men and women being stupid—but alive.

Making life worth living.

The once-dying now thrive.

The heart again giving…

-unaware of the heartbreak dooming.

The thrill of a new relationship beholding--

Passion overtaking—flowing.

Inside and out.

Seeds of hope sowing.

Love and trust do sprout…

-yet the breakdown already unfolding.

The change comes in, unbeknown-

Pain swaps out happiness-cheated.

Hurt, fear, and sadness.

The good feelings depleted.

The happy mind overtaken by madness…

The lover left alone.

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Relationship Blooming

by Stephanie Daich

FAST RODE THE TEEN -Poetry

With hope, strong and giving,

Ever waving a strong will

To stand on their own,

Fast rode the teen

And entered the social scene

Ready to find acceptance

To prove their own.

Fast rode the teen

Determined to conquer the world

Fighting, learning, and taking

To hold their own.

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Fast Rode the Teen

by Stephanie Daich

ALREADY DONE -Poetry

We think we are unique.

But it’s already been done.

We believe our feelings are single.

We suffer in silence.

We rejoice out loud.

We sin.

We follow unknown paths.

We delight in pleasure.

We shrink from responsibility.

We think we are unique.

But it’s already been done.

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Already Done

by Stephanie Daich

CREATIVE SIDE -Poetry

CREATIVE SIDE

When I open the creative side,

The neurons firing within,

Burning ideas like flames consuming

That’s when ideas begin.

And when I open myself to the genius

The humming of the brain in motion

Breaking out from the stagnant

My attention turning to devotion.

That’s when my dreams come alive,

As my hands and mind create.

Consumed by the processes,

The rest of my life forced to wait.

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Creative Side

by Stephanie Daich