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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (April 29, 2016)
Street Roots • April 29-May 5, 2016 Poetry Page 14 curiosity Buds byj.mccurdy by Eileen & Molly May , It’s springtime once again and a new dawn is upon us. With the bones of winter behind we move excitedly forward. Parks become our living rooms picnicking and playing with family, friends and canines. and if. this neck should of its own • As I look around at the new plant starts and new colors, I impatiently await my own new starts! Snap Peas, Basil, Parsley and Petunias will soon be in pots to feed me nutritionally and to feed my home with color. , accord bow to you I’m also thinking of another kind of “buds”...both two-legged and four-legged...past, present and future. would your lips of own May we all have buds in our lives to nurture us from the inside out and to enhance our lives with many colors. volition seek the succor of its skin... Stolen fire God is Love by Avendor by Ron Sanford I have seen priorities change as I’ve grown wiser. To be unselfish, a good listener, to not be a busybody, but to be still, stop and smell the roses. In this life I’ve learned not to hate, stereotype, or connect dots that are not there. I am so glad that I have a spiritual life non-judgemental, student and scholar. I feel as if I am a kid, having meekness and confidence. In this life I’ve learned the secret to be content and yet feast when the time is right. In a sense I HAVE ARRIVED, because I’m still here. I must save the ground, carry on the baton, more was given so more should be required of me. In this life I’ve played lots of gigs and met nice friends. I know the best is yet to come. When my eyes are set on myself, or on my past I know there will be failure I can only look so long. I grew out of Gen X, daredevils, whips and chains, heavy metal, punks puking, drunks and whores. I’m happy to know God is love. n^nle’s FARMERS’MARKET pvwjjiv □ MBs WEDNESDAYS 2-7PM ■ UP TO $5 MATCH WITH EDT CARD We're passionate about helping our community access healthy food that they can trust. By shopping at our market, you'll get extra food dollars while supporting local farmers and community. 3029 SE 21st Ave. btwn Powell & Division Every time I write a poem I feel I am stealing fire from the Gods. I feel I should hurl the torch off the Cliffside and into the ocean. But I never do, and probably never will. For my words can light up the world. And my art, may entrance a girl. And my revolutionary spirit, seeks your undivided attention. And I want my tarnished name to be more commonly mentioned. As a boy who slew such horrendous dragons. And kick started a country, that was ignorant and flagging. So here is my torch arrogant it is not Call it the brazen fruit of the battles I fought.
