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Come Walk With Me


Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me, 
Enraptured by musical sounds of the wild, 
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free. 

For children of nature we happen to be,
Made open and free as an innocent child…
Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me,

Enthralled with the wonder of earth’s majesty,
Abandoned with nature where God’s love has smiled,
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free,

Our worldly, dark troubles will magically flee,
Erasing the sorrowful memories filed…
Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me.

Tranquility flows everywhere peacefully
With fragrance of nature, sweet-scented and mild,
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free.

Absorbing the essence of Earth's modesty,
With stillness and beauty of nature compiled,
Come, walk through the beautiful forest with me…
Where life dwells unhindered and gracefully free.


March 13, 2015

Contest: Repeat After Me
Sponsor: Rachel Firmin




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PEACE

The dove flies by with olive branch  extended
Showing the world that peace is not but a whim
to search your conscience is recommended

The leaders of men listen to your heart, affected
by the power that wars can bring, look for when
the dove flies by with olive branch extended

Listen to the people, how the horror of war offended
their very soul, as dignity rescinds within.
to search your conscience is recommended

Why do we fight, what governs these acts, hated
by most whatever the colour of your skin  
The dove flies by with olive branch extended

Sit down together you leaders of might and hatred
Bring an end to the conflicts before they begin
to search your conscience is recommended

Peace the advocate of many a dream suspended
Prayers would be answered in whatever religion
The dove flies by with olive branch extended
to search your conscience is recommended

I chose PEACE

Penned March 3rd 2015


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Hot Day

A steady hum vibrating one constant low
Surrounding me in tiny hummingbird beats
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

The fuzzy sound vibrates on pulsed in it’s drones
All vision blurs dimly in dark shadowed heat
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

The yellow window’s shade drawn down indigo
Gaze at it’s outline, with my hands on my feet
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

My round Papasan chair of plush wicker holds
My languid form as I relax there complete
A steady hum vibrating one constant low

Within the dark, my lap cat’s bright green eyes glow
I’m clothed only in my silhouette’s repeat
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow

Reflect in beta waves of calm peace I know
On blue walls, my fairy outline shifts and beats
A steady hum vibrating one constant low
The two giant fans warm and hot breezes blow




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Under the Summer Sky

Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes
To drink in the golden summer hour
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies

Where crows circle low, insistent with cries
Where meadows are ablaze with wildflower
Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes

Where brown cattle feed, on the green grass tides
Beneath tall oaks, crowned with ancient power
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies

The steep hilled slopes, where purple lupine thrive
Scenting warm air with sweet fragrant showers
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies

The day stretches out with a yawning sigh
I drink in the golden summer hour
Please, grant me the vision of thirsty eyes
Poised in splendor, beneath the wind swept skies


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Blue's the Color

The colors of lights are brilliant, intense There are many pieces around that’s blue The colorful light brings a loving sense The blue brings calm and saddles the wire fence She stands on one side and just looks anew The colors of lights are brilliant, intense She showers in the blue and sure does rinse It’s her pleasure to field what is her due The colorful light brings a loving sense The blue is often thick and often dense Blue’s the real color, it’s surely the hue The colors of lights are brilliant, intense She walks the ground of color that’s immense Her thoughts were spinning as her heart sure grew The colorful light brings a loving sense The blue lights sparkled, seemed not to be tense The lights are pure, special, to list a few The colors of lights are brilliant, intense The colorful light brings a loving sense
Russell Sivey


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A Soldier's Plight, Memorial Day

A Soldier’s Plight



We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Wanderers in the present, future, past
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight

A pebble in the vision of their night
A shadow just outside the livings grasp
We move alone surrounded in plain sight

Sad echo of the tin-clad fallen knight
Heroes, adrift in life’s unfeeling lapse, 
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight

Our eyes cast down, our scarred hands clenching tight
Warriors, still responding to the task,
We move alone surrounded in plain sight

We share the bond of those condemned to fight
Old battles that still haunt their daytime naps
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight

Our shadows pass with simple nod of kin
Acknowledging, in loneliness, a friend.
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight.



John G. Lawless
5/26/2014


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Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


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Miriam

My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame
maiden is she with tumbled hair uncovered. 
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

Like Sara in the tent she lights the flame
pristine hands in front of two eyes hovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame

At sunset each flickering flame frames
a wish for communion, peace discovered,
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

The table is set, the family exclaim,
the challah's cut, the shofar uncovered. 
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.

May peace and tranquility ever reign
from sunset to sunrise rediscovered, 
she strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.

This great mitzvah is sister Miriam's aim
since the dawn of time this act's recovered.
My sister Miriam lights the Sabbath flame.
She strikes the match and prays for G-d's acclaim.


Dedicated to my baby sister Miriam who protects and serves.
http://www.womeninthebible.net/1.7.Miriam.htm


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Villanelle: When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

Villanelle : When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Proclaim citizens who kill under the patrie’s pennant heros
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Killing for your god even to ward off a remark thought snide
Fellow believers’ll enshrine your name in martyrs pantheons
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

Leaders lie cheat slander even – forbid – commit fratricide
Citizens shrug shoulders and pass it all off as political woes
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Sick secret service scions see to it their victims all slide
Down the slippery slope of unaccountable anonymous blows
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide

And yet leaders and preachers claim peace for all with pride
Their individual charters and scriptures back sinister goals
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

Why then history relegates the greatest actions taken at tide
To memory’s junk pile where fester countries and their heros
When countries slaughter maim who brands that homicide
Permissible by far all things done to boost national pride

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


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Memorize the Fragrance

Memorize the fragrance as roses bloom
Daylight slows to unveil a sweet refrain
Fragile, with no escape from a drafty room

By break of day, buds will be in bloom
In love and art, beauty unveils what is sane
Memorize the fragrance as roses bloom

Lush gardenias in china glassware tombs
Beautiful balance that charms us all fain 
Fragile, with no escape from a drafty room

Its fragrant breath like many a French perfume
The flowers all compete, the lilacs never plain
Memorize the fragrance as gardenias bloom

Holland daisies will strive by fanning her plumes
Then, notice the orchids that lives quite vane
Fragile, with no escape from a drafty room

In steamy rocks, the tiny ones bloom
Divine, they all never feel any pain
Memorize the fragrance as roses bloom
Fragile...with no escape from a drafty room


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Armistice Day

                                      

                                 Remembering Armistice Day,
                                 The towers moat now swathed with red,
                                 Ceramic poppies made of clay.

                                  They count those fallen, it's display
                                   Gives tribute to the brave, now dead.
                                   Remembering Armistice Day,

                                   Nations once more, in silence pray.
                                   A truce if broken, shows instead
                                   Ceramic poppies made of clay.

                                   Two wars, too much a price to pay.
                                   Time to reflect, what lies ahead.
                                    Remembering Armistice Day,

                                    Those Flanders poppies blew away.
                                    Now ravens circle overhead,
                                    Ceramic poppies made of clay.

                                    Symbols of peace, will not decay,
                                    Unlike the Autumn leaves, now shed.
                                    Remembering Armistice Day,
                                    Ceramic poppies made of clay.      


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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

Or to refuse to stuff one’s face with meat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

We rubbed it out, you see.  I should repeat:

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

Some are.  Some aren’t.  There’s nothing we stand for.

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

Won’t vote on this; we might just face defeat:

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.