how you harness courage

How you harness courage, bridled not by fear,
embodies what we ought to
when reservation’s near.

How you harness courage, amidst uncertainty,
leaves impotent life’s shackles
that otherwise’d not be.

How you harness courage, the like few dare to wield,
forges fervent wonder
in those inclined to yield.

How you harness courage, ne’er grappling to keep hold,
attracts a band of others
who long to be as bold.

How you harness courage, abreast of life’s design,
restores the faith of others
who once resolved resign.

How you harness courage, heroic talent taught—
or is it merely human—
something that we ought?

How you harness courage, never will it show—
humbles those who fumble,
fumbles those who know.

How you harness courage, albeit somewhat unknown,
bears the likeness of a life
where seeds have best been sown.

How you harness courage, not at all by strife,
evokes the highest standards
at which to live one’s life.

By Stephen Newell

al tres

al tres

god
had no shame
revealing
by design

just a moment
a shared space
such peace
divine

t’is not religion
t’is salvation
a gesture
instead

renewing
imbuing
wholly
fed

parody still
ironic, yes
a great reveal
whither
the rest

By Stephen Newell

Ode to Gaia and Prometheus (inspired by Ayn Rand’s Anthem)

I was a Byzantine prince.
Son of several bloodlines.
Birthed by the celestial guardians.
Awakened by His kiss.

We are the conquerors
Of empires,
Born of darkness,
Born of light.
We are the misunderstood,
The seekers.
We are the first and last
In flight.

My people?
My burden.
My torture.
My fear.

I have spent a lifetime
Looming, bob and cock,
A tapestry of “we’ve been,”
Declaring each discrepancy
In our knowledge.
A shepherd to his flock.

Thetan, primordial,
Ethereal, and of flesh,
I was a Byzantine prince.
Son of several bloodlines,
And principally, Her best.

By Stephen Newell

H (poem)

h(i)

hedonic helot,
hapless hankerer,
hunting halcyon highs,
hither hungry
harlots hoist,
hopeless.
hypnotized.

here!
haggled haleness?
habitats!
hemal hostage hosts!
hap holocaustic hazings;
hence
hinder heady hopes.

hardknock hails hereafter,
harassing heavy hearts.
hedonic helot,
hapless hankerer,
hunting hellion,

hark!

The Unique Austin Weather

Austin Januarys are moderate warmths but on the lower end of its spectrum with treacherous lows cold enough that cold this contest win.

Austin Februarys are teasers of warmth, but sometimes a rebel coup of Mr. cold and Ms. cool nights and days will tame those who are too bold with short pants, thin shirts, and thin skirts. And this is the month Mr. Freeze visits to tease, where sunny days often let you down.

Austin March starts a sincere warming trend very favorable in highs and lows make you feel sure spring will begin and stay to chase your blues away.

Austin April has signed a contract to bring only the most deliciously comfortable temperatures that life has seen.

Austin May gives a hint of steamy events yet to come where thereafter being. hot will be held in retention and be the number one affliction.

Austin June and July is when the heat hits the fan, something you’d better have on hand or cancel your plans!

Austin August places you in the heat of the heat and this month is only neat if your genetics love the hottest of the heat.

Austin September is the month that attempts to rescue you from the hottest heat – but you still will need to arrange a few cool treats to make it through this restrained heat.

Austin October signs the grandest songs of warm days and comfortable walks in the night – where going out for entertainment is the best of fun, where fun is at its highest heights.

Austin November has moderated the heat with a few nights of cool air mixed with warm to bestow a hint that summer is not forever, and that warmth is not always the weather’s intent.

Austin December will tame your willful shame to imagine that Austin summer is forever. A feeling kept in vain when Mr. cool then Mr. cold aims to rule the nights in December.

Writing Prompts 02.24.18

30. Shopping: Write about your shopping wishlist and how you like to spend money.

31. The Professor: Write about a teacher that has influenced you.

33. Jewelry: Write about a piece of jewelry. Who does it belong to?

Changes with the Sun

Palm trees blow in the heat of the West Texas sun
Houses breathe steadily as the people inside wipe stars and dreams from their eyes
Hues of brilliant gold and lavender rise over the mountains
And in the distance, in our sister city, our hermanos y hermanas rise as we do

My mother wakes us with smells of menudo, tortillas, y pan dulce
The veins on her brown hands pulse like rivers passing over adobe
My father cooks beside her, his own hands much larger and clumsier
He makes her laugh as they kiss to the sound of the sizzling comal

My brother and I enter the kitchen with scrunched faces at our parents’ embrace
When they look away we smile at their love not knowing it would be otherwise
My father serves us menudo, solemnly sprinkling in the inescapability of change and heartache
My mother passes the tortillas with the promise that, at least for now, we will always be this happy

There was peace there. I remember. In those moments. In those mornings. There was peace.

By: Tony Nunez

Up Some Other Way

You are the flavor of a survivor

Just trying to get by

To stay way ahead

That is – two steps ahead of the dead

And you’ve thought how to play the game

The player of all players

Infamous road to fame

And learned to side step the rules

Made by the bureaucratic fools

Where only the street rules rule

Where black markets are cool

Where the outlawed and those abused by laws-have specialized tools

Used to get by

But they know the slightest mistake made

Becomes a bed of thorns they have laid

For themselves-to take great risks

But I come to remind you-before too late

So trust me, it’s a characteristic of love

And not a kind of hate

To say:

Broke me with very little or no record against them

Or even only one record against them

Are like kings if their patience assist them

To bide their time

Waiting without doing crimes

For sudden opportunity (like a cricket) to stray hopping by

And having no record or a record that’s little

Easily persuade men who are bosses

To let it stay by and by

And eventually-have a way

Out of calamity

Having climbed up the right way

Even though after some long wait

But if they climbed up by crime

Sooner than later

From what must be a routine endeavor

Which was thought to be clever

Has turned responsible men against him

And to regain their trust –might be slim

With every eye quietly watching him

Silently judging him

Every real opportunity

Turns away its face

For to be seen-almost never again

And for some-that’s forever!

For they grew patient much too late!

Discovered much too late

How high the price to be paid

When the player is played-by the system

 

By: Leonardo Da Vinci E.