Come Lie Down With Me
The struggles that people face
Made in China
How broad can bald eagle spread wings? Over Gag and Magog, to the east, and the place of morning calm When she is molting a spot is unclothed, New Orleans in the south Red China swelling in Asia with great sway An occult war manufact
The Gift
to much poverty in this world..........
Take This Moment
This poem is for my Beautiful Country " SYRIA " It's been 3 Days that I couldn't sleep over the news and for what's going on there .. It's Sad to see this Wonderful Home being ruined And destroied like that :-( Im so Sad .. Never felt the way I feel right now ..
So Few are They Whose Legion is Peace
So few are they whose legion is peace. Did Columbus chase stillness beyond tumultuous seas? Sails and oars were manned by dissidents, genocide is patent. Prayers and spreads with huge birds were answered with reservations, provisions like
MONSTER
This song was written around 1968 during the heyday of Vietnam and national unrest. But, I feel it can be applied to any time frame, or to any nation for that matter. Tears filled my eyes as I typed this, just as they always have when I would hear the song. I was going to write a long-winded dissertation of the futility of humanity, but I am afraid there wouldn't be the space available. I will say this...there is little that is humane about humanity. Yes, there are pockets of folks and a few organizations that at least try to help their brother, but they have become and probably always were merely a proverbial 'drop in the bucket'. Wish we could fill that bucket...
right vs wrong…
if you’re ‘right’, someone has to be ‘wrong’, not so long ago we were burnt at the stake for being wrong, now, that is not right, well, what changed that right to a wrong? a simple change of thought-bundles… so, we now have the current se
New Balance
Started in 1969, "Project Bread's Walk for Hunger is the oldest continual pledge walk in the United States and the largest annual one-day fundraiser to alleviate local hunger in Massachusetts."
The Hate. b 9/11/2001 - d 5/1/2011
* yesterday being Sunday 1st May 2011
iLife
iT's all idvertising...
Terror's birth
Osama was just a bullet fired from a gun in Uncle Sam’s hand Ameristani birth against a hammer and sickle held land The enemy of our enemies is still just a killer with a gun Children’s textbook jihad and the blowback had begun Al Qaida and the T
Belief in fact
A poem about perspective. Once a group of people believe something, it is near impossible to convince them otherwise. You can present "facts"; they have their own "facts". There is no unalterable way to prove who's right or wrong, because the concept of right and wrong itself is human and flawed. As a result we have "belief", and war over blame and ideology, i.e. :"We believe that it's wrong to kill as X nation does, so we have to kill as many of them as we can". Or executing someone for murder. It's ludicrous.
i love you ....
I love you so I know that the road to long-impossible I know you're queen of women I have no alternative I know that the time of nostalgia ended Matt and sweet talk ... Why do not women say I love you so ... ... I love you so
Glimpses of unum…
Definition for: unum accusative singular masculine of unus, one nominative and accusative singular neuter of unus, one As a healer, I witness suffering daily, I have a very soft spot for those in distress among us, More so for those whose
seasoned spring
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/reform
A Bubble of Poison Gas
One planet for us all...lets all save it!!
No bitterness No hate
Inspired by 'Mundarek'a band of aboriginal musicians travelling the country inspiring positive emotions in aboriginal communities........
Two birds of prey…
Two birds of prey… are hitched to my buggy, One white, one black, The white one represents the love that surrounds, The black one, the murkiness that diminishes me, that draws me into the illusion…, They’re forever in a contest for my allegiance
ode underwater
I've got this listing, sinking feeling that I owed most of my life to my bank. Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling, yet another fine mess, with no one to thank. Guns all put down, the pen reigns mightier can't fight the bank, let alone
HEROES
AS THE SMOKE CLEARS WE STAND ALONE BARELY 40 FROM 400 OF US REMAIN WE HAVE WON THE DAY VICTORY IS OURS YET WHAT GLORY THIS? THAT LEAVES OUR BROTHERS DEAD AND DYING UPON THESE FIELDS WHAT HOLLOW PRIZE THAT WE ARE HAILED HEROES OF OUR LAND WH
what a world
just wrote it.
10 different kinds of turquoise…
Twenty-six kilometers north of Limassol, there’s a place called ‘governor’s beach’, I love going there, especially when I feel my heart closing…, Especially when the beauty within me becomes sparse and it needs replenishing, For one thing I know,
you will be free
This poem is about the people in occupied Palestine.
what am i?? (solved by mr. swade)
i'm the strongest material in the world but you can tear me with one swipe of your hand i'm all over but most noticeable in the fall
Border Reflections
advantage taken of human need as desperation laws do break while US agri-business moves with greed into the after-NAFTA wake family fields of decimation failing grains, lives at stake. shy-of-heaven cross 8-foot-high ribbons of discontent in
ALI (float, sting)
Ali where did you go? Your fallen crown, your resurrect, your voice so strong, lost to the restraint of misbegotten fate. We, your progeny remember: ALI your blood and spate and voice that flew about (float like a butterfly) Ali, your
palaver
pick a news story of today and apply... http://www.rhymezone.com/r/d?u=palaver
Rhythm of time
The Rhythm Of Time There’s an inner thing in every man, Do you know this thing my friend? It has withstood the blows of a million years, And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist, And it grew up out of life, It cut down
Judgement Day
I knew there was a reason I don't watch the news...
This side of the Zambezi…
Many years ago, when I was a volunteer non-combatant in South Africa’s apartheid war against Namibia, I experienced a life-enriching phenomenon, which I would like to share with my fellow poets in this corner of the galaxy… Why share? Well, I find
Misernomics
we're counting...on you
The Flipside
Your words ring of poison An there's hatred in the air Only you know your background But i'm sure no one did care Your opinion is tainted An a different point of view The intensity of your words Reflects broken images of you Broken from t
free
Who are you? so proud and tall! You speak of freedom, For one and all, A wise man, It is said, Learns by past mistake, Are we less of a fool, If the change we don't make? We are not the same! And never have been, For all over the world, And
Masters of War
You who are so ready to fight And spill our children's blood Why do you hide in bunkers so deep Like rabbits in their warren When bullets fly and death toil rise Your face you do not show Over maps you pour and strategise And work out all ex
Brothers and brothers of him
A thought about the path others dared to tread...........
unsagacious
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sagacious http://www.npr.org/2011/07/13/137831224/moodys-puts-u-s-s-credit-rating-under-review
Interaction
just wondering how people interact..........
The First Time
How conversation breaks down the barriers of fear when first meeting someone an how it can progress.........
The Tale of the Old Man (Part I)
The places named are actual places...to the best of my knowledge dates mentioned are correct...should there be errors I apologise in advance
The Tale of the Old Man (Part II)
In 1940 the Sixteenth Australian Brigade was loaded onto transport ships from Jones Bay Wharf heading out to the Middle East. Mostly very young and very few returned.
The Tale of the Old Man (Part III)
It took some time for wounds to heal My hip's still not quite right Released I was from duty then I'd barely turned fifteen My job at the pub was waiting still And glad I was to have it The basement's room was home to me A retreat from world
The Tale of the Old Man (Part IV)
The next year I worked so hard That time just flew on past Things that been let go too long Like paint upon the walls Nineteen fifty two rolled round A year of many happenings King George passed away The country was in mourning Elizabeth