I want my poetry to . . .
knock the wind out of the lungs of hate

I want my poetry to . . .
feed a hungry soul and change a doomed fate

I want my poetry to . . .
be in your face and get your attention . . . irritate
like nails across a chalkboard screeching if needed for racism to . . . eradicate

i want my poetry to be
orgasmic
cataclysmic
metaphysic
a-rhythmic
siesmatic
as it makes you
automatic
in your procreatic
attitude
to change our world’s
longitudes
and latitudes
i want my poetry to change
attitudes
and platitudes
with gratitude
i want my poetry to be
cinematic
and get you involved
in the show
you know what it is

I want my poetry to . . .
be a healing salve for the world’s ails

I want my poetry to . . .
grow love, from the finest grain of sand
and that one day soon, we shall walk
in the garden together, hand in hand.

yes . . . i want my poetry
to be the garden
where your love
for life’
for one another
buds, blooms and blossoms
and yields a sweet fruit
complete
replete
that we all can eat
of the goodness of life
my words have planted the seeds
it is up to us all
to do the deeds
that my poetry pleads for
let us open that door
i want my poetry
to touch your core
and forever more
you understand
that you, i, we
have the key
to what this world may be
i want my poetry
to move in you
move in me
and help us to see
the power of “we”

I want my poetry to . . .
express the power of we
for together we can move mountains
and love humanity as was intended to be.

I want my poetry to . . .
be a light in a shadowy world

I want my poetry to . . . live

i want my poetry to
always give unto you
an understanding
of the power of you
and i
and how if we vie
together
through the storms
the in-climate weather
we are the better for it

i want my poetry to tell you
we can not be denied
defied
regardless of the lies
no matter
who
may step to you
for in my poetry
i want it to speak a truth
that stands up
and fills your cup
with love

i want my poetry to be . . .
Poetry

Janet P. Caldwell & William S. Peters, Sr.
August 10, 2012