Poetry
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Permalink Reply by Melissa on
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Loved it. Poems with questions are alwaysa favorite, flows nicely, and of course the content is beautiful.
Peace
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Permalink Reply by David Burnett on
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Beautiful
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Permalink Reply by MiraCulous on
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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
~Langston Hughes
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Permalink Reply by ♥ on
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I found this poem several years ago and it helped me a lot deal with the loss of a very special dog to me. It can be slightly altered to fit the loss of any animal or human. and I am sure that most who are grieving would find some comfort in the words of this poem. It is call 'On Loan'.
"I'll lend you for a little time, a dog of mine God said.
For you to love while she lives
and mourn when she is dead.
The years they may be six or ten
or even as few as three.
But will you, 'til I call her back,
take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you,
and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace
for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this dog to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
in my search for masters true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give her your love,
nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
to take her back again?
We answered in sincerity, Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy this dog shall bring,
the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness,
and love her while we may,
And for the happiness we will know,
we'll ever grateful stay.
But shall the angels call for her
much sooner than we planned,
We'll know the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand."
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Permalink Reply by Rain on
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it called water and flower petals
The flower petals fall into the lake
The ripple effect continue on forever
The light fades behind the trees
The wind whispers soft words
Time stands still as the heart continues to beat
The steady rhythm
The petals float away from the edges
I can’t touch the silk anymore
I can’t feel the dampness anymore
I sit on the edge looking down below
I see nothing
I want to find the unknown that is at the bottom
I reach in
First my fingertips touch the cold reflection
Then my arms cling to the nothingness
My head is under looking at the darkness that welcomes me
My legs feel the water pulling me in
I go further in
Fish say hello
Petals float around me
I see nothing except for the light that gently touches the surface
It wishes it could be like me
Air is starting to escape me
I push upward
But I don’t want to leave
I slowly rise
I feel my heart beating
An effect that is pulsing through the water
I break the surface and inhale
I breathe in the scent of flowers that surround me
I breathe in you
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I won't worry about the past; I'll put it all behind me.
If I worry about the past; it'll only hurt me.
Gloomy days are behind; the sun will shine again.
I've left it all behind; I won't let it hurt me.
The bird is singing a new song; I have those who love me.
The sun will shine through my eyes, I won't let anything hurt me.
By: Rhoda Kasi
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Wow! That's some good stuff.
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Permalink Reply by jimmsfairytales0com on
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The following poem is one of - so far - 12 in my cycle "Another Song For Rachel" (a poetic tribute to Rachel Corrie)
The Butterfly Song
(Voice Of Another Caterpillar® Victim)
On the morning of the 19th Oct., 2007, I got an e-mail telling me about a Day Of Action to protest Caterpillar®'s involvement in the destruction of Palestinian homes. I knew that over 2000 Palestinians had been killed by occupation forces in the last several years, but this was the first time that I learned that 17 of them had been killed – like Rachel Corrie – by Caterpillar® machines. You can find more informatiuon at: http://www.endtheoccupation.org/article.php?id=1450
I wrote to the organisers, offering the use of my poem “The Caterpillar® Song” on the Day, and explaining that – as I was in Europe – I wouldn't be able to attend personally. I wrote that I would be there in spirit, and asked them to feel my presence.
As it turned out, I opened another e-mail which drove all thoughts of the Day Of Action from my head for the rest of the day. But perhaps some small part of me WAS there, unknown to my conscious mind, because the next day I woke up and wrote another poem before getting out of bed.
Here it is.
Love and Peace to all of us!
I never wished to live forever,
But I did not wish to die.
I tried to live the best I could
And watched each day slip by.
I watched them try to divide us,
I watched them build The Wall,
And noticed that each house too close
To it was doomed to fall.
They “justified” destruction
By claiming there were arms
Hidden in each one of those homes,
Just waiting to do harm.
Yes, there were arms in my home:
And legs, and hearts, and heads.
My arms would hug my children,
And carry them to bed.
My legs carried me out running
To face the Caterpillar®.
For where would my children sleep now,
If I gave in to this killer?
I am not blond like Rachel,
And I am not well-known.
Nobody ever wrote a play
In which my life was shown.
But Rachel is my sister,
My sister now in blood:
Both hers and mine have mixed with dust,
And turned it into mud.
The both of us have broken backs,
The both of us have gone,
But somehow hope with both our hearts
Our message will live on.
That message isn't Vengeance:
It's “Let Justice be done!
And ALL of you we've left behind:
PLEASE try to live as one!”
You will not know until it's gone
How precious is your Life.
Now while it's yours you waste it
In bitterness and strife!
Rachel and I have spread our wings
- No hindrance broken backs!
We both were turned to butterflies
'Neath Caterpillar® tracks.
We're not alone, Rachel and I,
That Caterpillar® has set free:
We're eighteen at the last count
– That's quite a family!
And we've made friends with Joel and Dan,
Once of “God's Chosen Race”:
'We died for “Israel”,' they say,
'Oh, what a stupid WASTE!'
Rachel has lost her passport
- Ridiculous hypocrisy -
That promised to protect her
When she was overseas.
And I'm not Palestinian,
There are no Israelis,
No nationalities after Death,
No fanatic ideologies.
So now I want to talk to YOU:
To speak as one-to-one,
Leaving aside our differences.
(That's how to get things done.)
Please do us both a favour:
Please get down on your knees,
And hug your children with ALL your heart,
Then hug them once for me.
For they're children of ALL of us,
And I've left mine with you.
Try to make the World better for them:
Must be SOMETHING you can do!
And if you see a butterfly
(With your children – or alone)
Don't treat it as a lesser thing,
For it – at least – has flown.
And what have you done lately
To spread your wings and fly?
Come on! The World is waiting:
You only have to try...
- Jimmy Hollis i Dickson
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Permalink Reply by Sandy Kluchin on
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Living in a fantasy
Seems so common to me
Getting high
Escaping reality
Is the world so sad?
Has it gone so mad?
Is getting high and stoned
Drunk, hung over, and thrown
All we can do to escape
The planets wrath
Why must our instincts
As human’s be that of war,
Hatred and a thirst for power
And much more of sin
Where is our utopia?
Our land of peace and harmony
I beg the show love
Show compassion
Show what it means
To be honest and true
Not misleading and sinful
With that I stain my shirt
With all the colors
Then painted on
A sign of peace
For there is one thing I live for
One thing we all should
That one thing is peace
For you and me
The world will one day see
That the only way
To live free
Is by letting it be
---Peace
written by me
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War is all around us
Destroying the world we live in
Innocent people our dying
Woman and children
Are falling to their deaths
Fathers and sons
Fighting a war
Fighting for a cause
They don’t believe in
Because of their pride
They hold so dear
A pride they hold
Deep in their hearts
A pride for their country
Their one true love
Darkness is surrounding
Darkness is corrupting
Darkness is destroying
Killing for personal gain
How greedy man is
Why is it this way?
When will things change?
When will all be equal?
Like the constitution states
When will this meaningless slaughter be diminished?
Or destroyed
When will the world find peace?
Peace that is true
Peace that is real
Peace that will save us all
Save us from ourselves
As well as each other
Save us from the turmoil
The pain
I guess Hendrix was right
In the following words that he spoke
“When the power of love
overcomes the love of power,
only then will the world find peace”
When will these words, hopes and dreams
We hippies have, become a reality?
And no longer be such a dream
For both you and me
Me and you
Everyone and everything
I guess the only thing we can do
Is just wait and see
Then maybe one day
The world will find peace
And all shall be free
written by me
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A young girl once said
I have someone that I love
She is my other half as I am hers
We are two pieces of a puzzle
Said she.
We complete one another
We love being together
Criticize us you may
In fact go right ahead
Be our guest
You’re just jealous
Of me and of her
Of what we got
We have each other
But what have you got
Speechless huh?
That’s exactly what I thought
Listen up and listen good
There’s no such thing as being straight
Nor bi nor gay
We are people persons
And that’s neither fiction nor fact
written by me
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