Chrycka Harper, Poet & Literary Critic Last Modified: 17:12 p.m. DST, 20 March 2014 Happiness always Makes the world a safer place. Is the world happy? Don’t forget men’s work Their tears, passions, drives, and quirks Bring smiles to kids. A child carries Light for the lantern to watch The world move to peace. Peace […]
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Chrycka Harper, Poet & Literary Critic Last Modified: 02:10 a.m. DST, 14 February 2014 I pray that LOVE is understood by the lover’s eternal heart’s beloved, no matter the speciality of the lover’s craftsmanship. Everyday, we present to each other locked packages, specialized by their beholders. Mine comes in a medium sized, cold metal box. […]
Chrycka Harper, Poet & Literary Critic Last Modified: 02:10 a.m. DST, 17 December 2013 Toto, Toto Where am I? I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore. My footsteps lead us here: But what is here? I heard we are at the Mecca But our leader is leaving and creativity has gone missing. I heard we […]
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you, they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house […]
“Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.” ~ Italian Proverb
Obvious ways breed obvious opposition. Noisy preparation is the armament of the hubristic man.
To defeat an opponent thus self-inflated, a wise combatant, sublimates all hint of power beneath the veneer of the demeaned.