What is Pride?

What is pride?
Is it the opposite of shame?
Is it living with yourself
and not distributing blame?

Do you wake up in the morning
and love the one you see
staring back from the mirror
yearning to be free?

Is it the smile on your face
or the gesture small or grand?
Is it the love for self
and the love for fellow man?

One thing I can see
is that it’s not parades and flags;
it’s also not some white men
complaining about those fags.

It’s what is in your soul
and the product you create.
It’s in the love you give,
but it’s never in the hate.

© Autumn Siders 2019

Backdrop

Lights fly by
sixty miles per hour
against a darkened sky;
a city filled with towers
and bustling lives
roam the broken streets,
wind cuts like knives,
rain comes down in sheets.
Each pair of feet
has a tale to tell
and each smile you meet
has been through hell.

© Autumn Siders 2019

Never Gone

It’s like walking back in time
in a place where the past
is always present.
Old and new, juxtaposed,
with neither way
leaving anytime soon.
A people so willing to hold on
to their culture, the history
of the place they belong.
It’s a beautiful sight
knowing that yesterday
is never really
gone.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Albany

I never caught your names
but I know that matters not.
You could be Mark and Jane,
Steve and Sue, or Deb and Scott.
You bought me lunch
and we chatted about this and that.
Then we parted ways,
you on a cruise and I to buy a hat.
I got to know you well
even though I missed your names
and your kindness has ensured
I’ll never be the same.

© Autumn Siders 2019

First Date

Lucia

It was a chilly night
when first we met
and took a stroll
that ended with a pet.

Your name is Lucia
and your ears flopped
and the more we walked,
your walk became a hop.

They warned of your limp
and that was alright
as I limped along with you
on that frigid night.

We arrived back at base
and you sat so calm and nice
until I bent down
and we finally broke the ice.

A smile emerged
and you kissed my face;
dog slobber covered
every uncovered space.

My only child at home
would never allow you to be
but from that moment on,
you’d always be a part of me.

© Autumn Siders 2019