http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/atom_11626.xml 2011-03-31T16:50:56Z Expressions Photoblogging http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353630 Rootsap 2011-03-31T08:50:54Z 2011-03-31T08:50:54Z <a href="http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353630" style="border:0;"><img src="http://my-expressions.com/up_media/5790/pblog/11576/et_1301590256.jpg"/></a><br> Accents A room full of people, immigrants Others ignored the thieves of jobs Watch your purses and children “Where were you born?” I asked Accents filled the room The response slow Born, why ask? Human proud http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353627 Rootsap 2011-04-01T00:00:00Z 2011-04-01T00:00:00Z <a href="http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353627" style="border:0;"><img src="http://my-expressions.com/up_media/5790/pblog/11576/et_1301582164.jpg"/></a><br> Boy Promise of future in our classrooms Hope and it's promise in the seats One wanted to jump not sit “Fix this” the teacher said, “Doctor help this child” He took the pill Sat so still Promise Gone http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353615 Rootsap 2011-03-30T14:30:21Z 2011-03-30T14:30:21Z <a href="http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353615" style="border:0;"><img src="http://my-expressions.com/up_media/5790/pblog/11576/et_1301524223.jpg"/></a><br> Gold Wanderlust is in my very blood. To California, I did come With her, looking for the gold. Riches blinded my search Keep looking I thought Where is the gold? All the time Her heart Gold http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353600 Rootsap 2011-03-28T00:00:00Z 2011-03-28T00:00:00Z <a href="http://rootsap.my-expressions.com/archives/11626_1960450311/353600" style="border:0;"><img src="http://my-expressions.com/up_media/5790/pblog/11576/et_1301433442.jpg"/></a><br> Coming Soon. A new adventure for me. Combining my photographs with poetry. Nonets will be featured along with other forms of poetry but all matched with a photograph. NONET: In poetry, a nonet is a nine line poem, with the first line containing nine syllables, the next eight, so on until the last line which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject and may or may not rhyme.