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Checkers
by Mary E Lacey Desertrat → (All Poetry by Mary E Lacey Desertrat)
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It takes many people, making one move at a time, until they cross the board and get a king
You’ve heard this story many times, by now its getting a bit boring. But before you go to the next write, please give this a chance. For although the beginning is so familiar, the middle certainly is not. The world exploded with cheers as history was made. For the first time in our country a black man took the White House on that fateful day. We were so proud, we’d come so far, he’d made history’s mark ...but he didn’t get their alone. Great men before this had fought and died for this day. And in this fateful moment, tears of joy cry from their graves. But there were others, people you won’t find in history books, you won’t even know their names. Ones that defied the status quo, and set out on their own. Back in the 70s, young teens had in their minds, respect other cultures, but stay with your own kind. There were four rebellious teens who thought this thinking cruel. For they were all different races and cultures and had broken society’s rules. The friends were black, white, brown, and yellow, something unheard of in that day. Their bond of friendship would never be broken by things that people would say. Others couldn’t understand it; how could they do such a thing. For everyone knew what they were doing was just plain wrong. They laughed at them and pointed and stared. What a bunch of freaks, breaking the natural order of things, how could they even dare! But after a while, they realized their taunting and teasing only made the group strong. So they had to think, could they have been wrong? Time went by, the friends went their separate ways, but 30 years by the miracle of television they’d be together again. They thought of the great men through history that helped propel our new President to stand there, wonderful men we’ve all heard of, they made it true because they cared. But this tiny group of special friends who were nobodies, no one would ever remember their names; but because they had rebelled against bigotry, in their own miniscule way, did they somehow help give the President his name?

Reviewed by Mary Patterson

Reviewed on February 15, 2009

A very good poem. Excellent points made in this timely write....M

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on February 10, 2009

An exellent write Mary
Most enjoyable reading
Love & peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Excellent and well written poem.I enjoy reading it,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 8, 2009

Quite thought provoking, Mary, as is History.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

To this old man, it seems that one day at a time has been done going backwards. Racism, antisemitism, name calling, cooling of the hearts, materialism, on a first year 50% divorce, pseudo religions, a religion going bananas and killing innocents for 72 "virgins" prize, should I go on?
Our hope is that the Mayans calender was out of whack, if not, on 2012 we will see the moon doing a touch down right on our kisser.

Georg

Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain

Reviewed on February 7, 2009

Mary~!

One day at a time . . . thank you for sharing your thoughts!!

Hugs,

Lance

Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle

Mary, This was so well written and many things to reflect on. Thank you.

With Love,
Cindy

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

A wonderful write Mary. I do believe he will be as good as his people behind him. One good move at a time makes a great move in the end. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Bonnie May

Great write Mary...Many things to ponder indeed, or food for thought should we say...Love, Bonnie

Reviewed by Linda Law

This is a wonderful writing with much to ponder! By the way, I believe that he is just a man...a human one....He cannot walk on water, He cannot bring world peace....He cannot perform miracles...but he is HOPE... and a fresh beginning in so many ways... We simply have to give him time... and perhaps you are right... perhaps his parents were "making their own mark".... and how wonderful if they can only see for themselves! hugs, lindalaw

Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald

Thanks for this reminder. this is a very good work.
hugs
kat

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

You have to go one move at a time before you become King.

Thank you for the reminder, Mary. You make some good points in this poem. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis