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The Wolverine Observer
February 14,' 1980
My Valentine
Feelings**.
Written on the calendar, its Valentines Day
We do those nice things, in so many ways
A designated time, when there's something to share
To show one another, we really do care
But what does it mean, and by whom did it start?
Did it begin, with passion in the heart?
Is there a feeling, or soft tingle inside one?
Can it be a moment, when special things are done?
Advertisements claim, its a time you should buy
A cute box of candy, for that sweet girl or guy
Children will reply, “It's a party in class"
"You eat heart-shaped cookies and have a good laugh"
Its time to remember the real one involved
Still a great mystery, that has not been solved
Grab on to the table and hold your chair tight
To some who may hear this, it could be a fright
Jesus Christ I say, and truly so dear
You know it's Him, when that date comes near
So when you hear Valentine, look up above
And there you'll see Jesus, the Creator of love
By Susan Joy Ashe
Poem To Robin B.
Saw you yesterday in my dreams
and wished for days I could touch you
It seems so long,
Since I smiled with you
Your very presence was the joy of my soul,
because you were my light.
Saw you yesterday in my dreams
and reached out to hold you, but only touched air
It seems so long,
Since I talked with you
Your gentle ways were
soothing to my troubled heart.
Saw you my love
Saw you again and again,
and wished for days I coould touch you
Yesterday...
By Keni Ates
Never mistake passion for love
Because what a woman really needs
is a full time friend
Not a part-time lover.
By Racine Roper
Name It Anything You Wish
Ain't got no money,
Ain't got no job.
It's hard
and I'm black.
The hardest thing I ever had to do
was to gather the strength
To walk away from you.
Not because I wanted to go away
Id much rather stay
But we seemed to have
So little to say.
By Racine Roper
ODE TO HOMECOMING
What once made our insider's
bum like fire
Gave us victory
at our desire
Now has come to expire.
It is time to move one step higher.
A
By James Tolen
Happy Valentines Day
Growing up was hard,
It still ain't easy.
But I try
and I'm black.
Sometimes you get treated right,
Sometimes you hafta fight.
It's hard >
and I'm black.
I have dreams and I have
goals.
I've seen letdowns and
people fold.
But I shall try
It's hard
and I'm Black
It's not how you play the
game,
It's play to win the game.
It's hard
and I'm black
All you need is a little help.
But no one's on your side,
All the people able just got too
much pride.
It's discouraging
It's hard
and I'm black.
But I've come this far.
I've gained experience and many
a scar.
But now is not the time to stop.
I shall make it,
and I'm black.
oneheart
Can you come into my world,
Can you tune into my mind,
Then you're one hell of a girl,
And you must have an aweful lot
of time!
To be
With me .,
In ecstasy
CHIC
She's a purely bona fide
Woman of love
And she's all I'm thinking of
Love has a face
Love has a smile
Bom of Love, She love's
Very own child
Love can be touched
Squeezed and caressed
And when I hold her close
Love's on my chest
I had no idea when 1 met her, that she was
A purely bonafide
Woman of Love
Rainbows
Do we have reason to anguish
in our longing for love?
Was there cause for the pain of our loneliness
And were we destined to go on suffering?
Or was there some clause written into our fates
which declares that we shall find Utopia at the
end of our particular rainbow?
(But then, who believes in the reality of rainbows?)
By Racine Roper
By James Tolen