Don’t Judge Me

Don’t Judge Me

Dec 11

Poetry is cathartic.  As such, much of the poetry I’ve written over the years relates to specific times and incidents that either made me happy, hurt my feelings, or generally sparked my interest in some way. I wrote the following poem back in the ’90’s when a friend of mine had hurt me terribly by judging a personal family issue I was having without knowing all of the facts....

I am Santa

I am Santa

Oct 18

Back in 1999, my life was very different than it is today.  I was single… I was teaching school… I was a foster parent.  I don’t know where my foster child is now but she certainly taught me some valuable lessons and I am not just hopeful but certain that she learned some valuable lessons from me.  My foster daughter had an extremely rough upbringing that included neglect and...

Peddlers

Peddlers

Aug 28

by Angela Fardo Thought takes shape in unseen places Blank stares and vacant faces An eternal whirlwind of cognizance Objectivism, Astronomy, Philosophy, Autonomy You must be saved to cast aside The chains that are reality Confusion marks the mood of the existential labyrinth A search for convergence Weary humans banging walls along with happy mice A quest for fire from within To raise the pyre...

Shattered

Shattered

Jul 21

by Angela Fardo I see a light before me A glimmer in my eye Reflections from a street lamp And then I start to cry The pavement’s cold and lonely And wet against my cheek My friend she lay beside me but she no longer speaks I gaze upon her pallid face She rests in a bed of glass The crimson droplets frighten me How much more time will pass? The sirens peal into my ears My chest heaves out a...

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