Poems from C.J. Whitre
“Cease Not Believing”
Just a parish lass, livin’ lonely in this world
She flew away by a midnight ride to anywhere.
Just a township lad,...
(To Whom it concerns, including teachers)
Many are the days when I am silly:
Making up new words, slightly demented
Imagining worlds,...
Us
We ask it for a cause we don't always understand
mostly replied by a shaking head or a troubled sigh
“Maybe later, the economy is tough...
In the wide world of Cibtravay
Next to the sea of Wehclarah lay
The nation of Pixies in the Valley of Winds
Nestled in the sheer cliffs of...
“I like you,” she says
“You are a very good girl. You are my friend.”
I can only smile and nod my head,
Not knowing quite what to say.
She...