Beth Pierce

Beth Pierce

Road Scribes Of America ™ Lifetime Associate Member

 

– I am Water –
My heart and mind
Carry me 
To where the waters 
Run deep.
And farther away
I am carried
By them 
At night 
As I float
Into dreams.
As well,
The rivers 
Of sadness flow
Through my spirit,
Anchoring my bones.
But I thank God
For the rivers
Laughter
Reviving me –
And carrying me
Home.
© Beth Pierce 
RSOA 
8/9/16
– Night Ride –
Alive 
My night ride
In that air
Outside –
Breathing 
It all in
Carries me back
To a time
When –
Sweet
Innocence
And just
Being,
Were natural
And freeing…
And now
All of that
Magic air
Is caught up in my hair –
And blessing my skin,
Forgetting my worries
Forgiving
My sins –
I’m just going to
Keep on riding –
Keep on riding!
And breathing 
It all in.
© Beth Pierce
RSOA 
05/22/16
Reasons 
I ride to mend
And set my soul free –
A lot of roads,
Miles and reasons
That keep me smilin’
And breathin’ –
Along with 
Some lessons
I have learned. 
© Beth Pierce
RSOA ™
2/28/16
-Freedom’s Eyes-

The piercing strength
Held within 
Her Spirit’s eyes
Even in death
And beyond
Shall never
Be denied
Nor silence
Her song
Of freedom’s
Cries!
(c)Beth
RSOA
7/07/17

 

 

 

 

– Remembrance –

Ohhh the fragility,
The gravity of life!
To hold you 
So close
In our remembrance
During your bravest hours
Of sacrifice –
There you were
In the name of
All that is love
And freedom –
There you were
Alongside
And In the arms
Of heavens
Angels.

(C)Beth Pierce 
RSOA(TM)
9/11/16

 

 

 

Covered

Where are you
Hiding your heart
Like that…
How many times over
We say life’s
Getting shorter
And set free
That past…
My heart
Is covered with
Slapped on patches
And yet
Flowers always
Push through
The cracks
In pavement…
I tell myself sometimes
That I don’t care
But in moments
Of stillness
I hear it
Feel it
Beating in there…
Courage
I’ve heard
Always moves
Mountains
Carried on
Wind swept slopes
Moves on down
To surround
Us.
© Beth Pierce
RSOA ™

 

 

 

Searching for the Real –

Some days
Peace within
Just is not there
Something
Pulls a trigger
And a demon appears
Well I’m being strong
On most days
Through isolation
From others’ destructive
Realities
Who glue themselves
Together
With sticky jealousies
So many falsities
How do they breathe…
Well it keeps me
In the wind
Blowing down the street
Searching for the real
In a face with eyes
That see
And a heart
That speaks…

 

© Beth Pierce 11/11/14
Road Scribes Of America ™

 

 

 

-Young Somali Man-

Young Somali man –
Your words broken
And slurred
From that beer
In your can –
Told us he picked up
A grenade
That blew off his hand.
Offered us cigarettes
So yeah, 
I guess we’ll smoke one –
Says, 
“Money is the devil –
I’m gonna show you
Just how come.”
He reached ’round
In his pocket
Thought he might
Be pulling a gun –
I did a quick scan –
But there was nowhere
To run –
Pulls out a five
Layin’ it down 
On the table
Praising Abraham Lincoln
And the American people –
Says, “I didn’t want to
Go back home,
So I committed a crime –
I robbed that bitch lady,
And did three years
Of hard time.”
Young Somali man
You fled the despair
Of your land –
Now carries the pain
Of his people 
In a bad hip
And one hand.

© Beth Pierce
RSOA ™
08/16/15