‘History’ and Other Poetry by Steve Johns The Society February 21, 2013 Poetry History There’s a story in every piece of history. Each time I probe into a part of history, I see wars, plagues, triumphs, romances, and conflicts Between the poor and the rich. History inflicts Me with memories of pain, and also soothes me With memories of hope. History ought to be Used to teach one’s self what has been done right, and what Has been done wrong. By reading and learning from what Has happened in the past, I know what I can do To move forward in life. No longer will I do The same routine as I did in the past. I will Become a brand new person; I will not sit still And watch myself fade into history. I will Throw out the old and welcome the new self. I will Crawl out of the darkness of the past, and into A future in which I can make myself pull through. Poor Poets Poor Poets publish poetry for free. No new poet ever has it easy. A poet must work hard to earn a wage. It is not easy to write like a sage. Poetry is the art of making a Dream come to reality like a ray Bursting forth from the sun and into the Earth’s atmosphere to bring forth light and the Blessing of life. Poets have a duty To inspire all people, and to be The best writers the world has ever seen. As people mature and get old, the scene About life begins to end and we must Be prepared for the time when we are dust. What Is an Actor? What is the world to an actor? Is it only a distracter? Or is it to him a real place? If the world is a stage, the face Of an actor never changes. He is always acting; he is Always living in a dream world. Life isn’t real to him. The world Of the stage and the world of the Actual are both one and the Same thing. The actual truth of The actor’s role is that all of Us also play his part in our Daily lives. We are our own star. Steve Johns is a poet and playwright living in DeKalb, Illinois. Related Post Ode to the Confederate Dead by Cause Bewilder for Joshua Philipp Grave statue after statue falls with strict impunity. Memorials and monuments yield to community. The wind wh... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.