Westland Writes on Time

Westland Writes 2011: On Time Copyright 2011 by the author of this book Westland (MI) Public Library (Andy Schuck, editor). Each author retains sole copyright to his or her contributions to this book. The William P. Faust Westland Public Library 6123 Central City Parkway Westland, MI 48185 (734) 326-6123 www. westlandlibra.ry .org Andy Schuck, editor The Blurb-provided layout designs and graphic elements are copyright Blurb Inc., 2009. This book was created using the John Capraro, fiction ed. Blurb creative publishing service. The book author retains sole Patrick Franks, poetry ed. copyright to his or her contributions to this book. blurb.com A. Supreme Joseph Phillips For a day 29 The Systemis ofProcyon 49 JayezWard Cheryl Vatcher-Martin My heart belongs to you 32 The Kingsley House ghost story 61 I'm remembering love 33 Imelda Zamora 6s Shari Welch For your eyes only 35 By the water 36 Hello Richard Zerndt 36 untitled STORIES 38 Jackie Bonett A day in the life 39 Andy Dubyckyj The Atlantic is uiciou.s 40 Blair Miller Chapter: Rage ofAngels 43 Poems 9 Westland Writes 2011 On Time Regan Byers make me something committed I'm hungry I don't fucking care what time it is. Got me a good woman? Of course 1 do. She says she's always there for me. She makes me dinner Damn straight you are. cleans my ashtrays washes my clothes buys my smokes gives me whatever I want premature expectoration She never questions anything says "oku to everything Angry cause she loves me. little online warrior She needs me brandishing I'm a truth teller your keyboard mace 1 told those kids and your screen shield what she's worth you rant what they're worth and spew she heard that truth and she still came back. and snarl and splatter Hell yeah, I'm that good. clicbed-fi11ed hate bombs across the digital universe. I'm teaching those boys bowtobemen You think yourself I'm showing that girl mighty how she's supposed to act. .. with the help of a mouse. My woman It's too easy knows respect to let your mouth run She knows when your feet don't have to do the same. to get exactly what I want Your false bravery from the store eclipsed only to kiss me by your charade of intelligence. the minute she walks in from work to answer my questions Big fighter Why are you late? in a little ring Wby'd you have to stay? it takes little effort to declare victory. It shouldn't take that long Credibility to get home 10 11 Westland Writes 2011 On Time is not achieved through an endless tirade A present of and those limitless keystrokes Tight beats will only increase And tidy rhythms the size of your On sturdy tight skins ... ego. Of rhythmic drums Lay down your weapons and walk away. You defeat no one but yourself. Abby Gail Your mouth and brain are FRIENDSHIPS hopelessly disconnected. A friend sticks closer than a brother, Acquaintances will come and go, During times when you need emotional lifts, True friends will prove their worth in gold. Patrick Franks Man is not an island unto himself, We depend on others each day, Friends are near in the good and bad times, GET IT DONE And will honor you along life's way. IF YOU DON'T FINISH ANYTHING To have friends you must be gracious, Consideration and hospitality goes far, WHAT HAVE YOU STARTED? And making deposits by being good listeners, True friends will be honest when you call. Forgiveness is a gift to friendships, Work and play Sometimes trial and error gets in the way, When willing to forgive and listen to each other, Friends support you when no one else will stay. Most of the day All week Friends, you are a joy to talk to, Present your Acquaintances, it was nice to see you smile, Tidy thoughts Trials are the test friendships are made of, And tidy sums And love's the glue that goes the extra mile. Half the night One day a week 12 13 Westland Writes 2011 On Time Eve Hall James Jeziorowski So Much Hate Depression Whites against Blacks Daughters against mothers Sons against fathers Someone once told me depression is all in my head Brothers against sisters. So I thought. what now, more things to dread? Why so much hate? Depression is not bow you act but more bow you feel Happiness, laughter, confidence is just some of what it can steal Where is the love for one another Where the morals and the guidance? Depression is sneaky, like a thief in the night Where is the unity and peace? Challenging your feelings confused of what's wrong and what's Where is the security and brotherhood? right Where is this nation headed? Depression is an illness believed by quite a few When will we be united as one family Some say it's a heavy feeling others just say they have the blues When will prejudice and racism be erased? Whatever it is it does not have to be When will neighbor truly love his neighbor? When will Martin L. King Jr.'s dream come true? Depression can be cured just come and ask me It starts with the golden rule, "Loving others as you love yourself.'' Sickness Remembrance Being sick drags you down; there is no energy Not feeling like eating or playing Your loved one is gone, but we won't forget. When sickness strikes, it comes power packed Their smile, their laugh And it somehow stays and stays and leaves you lying on your back Their face, their grace. Your nose runs, your eyes water and you sniffle 837 times a Your loved one is gone, minute But we won't forget The good times, the bad times And you think to yourself-how did I get it? The fears, the tears. 14 15 Westland Writes 20n On Time Being sick throws you for a loop when aU you want is a hot bowl The Birth of Venus of soup Inspired by "The Birth ofVenus" by Sandro Botticelli Being sick is no fun-you can't go outside, ride your bike or run With medicine you try to get better, why, you don't even have the Born out of the depths of the giving sea Is where fair Venus will surely be strength to write a letter The emerald sea turns blue and clear But, you rest, take it easy and do your best to get that yuck out of you Joyous harps is what we'll hear. Because you don't want to be blue-aU you want is for the sun to The waters foam with utmost drive shine through For dearest Venus is now alive. Golden hair flows endlessly Like a gentle eternity. John Kelly Faith filled eyes gaze far away Where giving rays will shine aU day. Happiness The Zephyrs cause the breeze to flow For off to Cyprus is where she'll go. Losing yourself in a single drop of calming water Where the Seasons will receive Following the brightest color of a rainbow and finding your dream There only purpose is to please Losing yourself in a river of infinity To clothe the wondrous newborn force. Bathing in a pool of shimmering, blue, radiant sapphires To change the world's historic course. Traveling instantaneously to a place of sheer bliss on a single soundwave Smelling the scent of a thousand acres of blooming, healthy, Ralph Koschnitzke vibrant red roses Thoughts Happiness Of nothing, but everything A hum of a distant fixture Transcends, fluoresces 16 Westland Writes 2011 On Time Then drones out of sight, but within the rang Love and Faith Of my embattled hearing With the bricks Staring up at my ceiling only makes it worse Laid by both of our hand The critical moments of realization Pulled from our shoulders Where my efforts, My friend Gone. With every simple conversation Not unnoticed... but unanswered Shared. Leave me laying semi-conscious It's all there [n just one bell of a lonely world Over me, Whel'e I walk with my heart six feet under Inside of you. Such superficial issues. In this twilight haze Caught just inside what I know, Directions changed ... And what I believe. I guess liberty wasn't the last wall Faith is proven by a simple fact; Built on foundations I worry it will leave me. There ·with you. Compassion is wielded I try and rest, With every word I try to speak My hope, And I still think Waiting again for the first songs of Spring About the words "111 sing them with you further down this road." I need Until then happy or never, ever after, To face you with Stilled, but a distant hum resonates A final point in a direction From your light too. That always led me to where you are And I still discover There is more on this path. Paved in states of Shock and Awe 18 19 Westland Writes 2011 On TI"me A Perfect Conversation His tender lips on hers, whispering old promises she knows he will not keep. Pouring out another conversation His strong hands Shared over a table of sacrificial intent, caressing wounds that still won't heal We struggle to imagine, just holding Each other's attention, She cannot help herself, Only to hope their bodies entwine For what is left of our pretensions. Dizzy, her head reels with pleasure and the knowledge that it is fleeting.

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