Inhale and Smile

Have you ever smelled the pitch,
The sun-parched pitch, when rain hits it?
Have you seen the vapor rise,... Read More
Ascend from road up to the skies?

Have you ever smelled the fish,
Snapper that makes a tasty dish?
Have you seen the ladies sell
All kinds of fish with names they tell?

Have you ever smelled the fruits,
Their fragrance rising above the roots?
Have you seen coconuts fall
From trees that sometimes grow so tall?

Have you ever smelled the spice
Of cinnamon and cloves, the aroma nice?
Have you seen the bright red mace
That drapes nutmeg in tight embrace?

If you did then please be glad,
For sense of smell you richly had.
Take some time to smell a rose;
Do so before your eyelids close

Anthony Wendell DeRiggs
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I Am with You
You are not alone;
Our spirits hug.
Despite the miles,
We reach out together ... Read More
To touch the hand of God.

We suffer pain as the feelings build.
Our hearts bleed, yet our courage soar
High above the sorrow.
We tap the heights
From our inner depths.

You are not alone,
For I am here with you.
Together, we feel the hand of God.

Anthony W. DeRiggs.
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Kind Woman

I remember her well
A humble woman
With a caring soulShe looked at us
And saw our need,
And from her heart
She gave us bread,
Our daily bread

Anthony Wendell DeRiggs
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Another Morn

I peered outside and observed
The gradual crack of another dawn.
As birds in sweetness sang,
The familiar sound I knew
From childhood innocence.
Their music was unchanged
No mumbled tones.
Their melody tapped
Gently still
On my eager eardrums
A quiet serenade
Of the brand new light
Of another morn.

I peered outside,
And my eyes beheld
A banana tree,
Burdened and bent
By its heavy load.... Read More
Its head lowered
As its offspring rose
Close to its side
To assume the role
When the parent fades
Into the twilight.
The child will carry
The fruit
On another morn

Anthony Wendell DeRiggs