"Accolades For Valor" by Matthew Johnson (1993): "She goes through life, gliding, a benevolent seer/ Stopping constantly to aid those in need, those not even dear/ I, an individual, swept up in the storm/ Of a woman, who, in search of herself, defies the norm/ As I, an outcast, fighting myself, yet daring to believe/ That if I ask her aid and succor (and possibly love) she won’t leave/ Giving her heart, mind and soul to every known cause/ Causing me to look about my selfish malestrom, and in introspection give pause/ For all her words, she won’t write about me, does she fail to perceive/ What the object knows to be true and what make believe—/ Words rarely present, presence much more of one/ Is to wish for more as good as wishing for the sun?/ Energy is precious, as I know well to be true/ And I am curious to know, Lorraine, what I can ask of you/ Names are important, they make us who we are/ Much more important than people give credit, by far/ The masses may cry “Lori!” and let them do so!/ For the numbers who call that cannot understand/ They will never know the Lorraine inside, the one crying to live/ Will be forever frustrated by those whose minds are like a sieve/ There may be those who rob her of her world, let them scratch the skin/ They are as pinpricks to the steel within/ These accolades are not exaggeration, not pretentious/ I Just want you to know that there is at least one who is conscious/ That the world is a better place for the life of a woman named Lorraine."

Saturday, March 11, 1995

Teddy Bear

Teddy bear sitting on a shelf;
brown and furry with a smiling face;
button nose and bow tie;
waiting faithfully in its place;

Just sitting there, looking cute;
can't bitch, thank God, it's mute!
Was there yesterday; will be there tomorrow;
to smile at when happy; to cry on in sorrow;

When you're lonely or feeling down,
on the shelf, Teddy won't be found.
In your arms, inundated with attention,
"Teddy, I love you! Did I forget to mention?"

Hug and squeeze.
Thank and praise.
Tears of pain
on its furry face

Until...

The sun shines bright again,
and things are going your way.
Teddy gathers dust on a shelf.
You don't take her out to play.

March 11, 1995