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The Peace of Wild Things

Alone and left to contemplate, 
had I a pair of wings,
I’d fly away and search the world 
for the peace of wild things.

To live among the animals
and sense their lack of guile
existing in the here and now,
each moment spent worthwhile. 

And free of life’s addictions,
material wealth and greed—
possessing very little,
in accordance with the need.

But should I ever so depart
it’s uncertain I’d return,
for I would have a lifetime’s worth
of so much to unlearn.

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Soldier Boy

Once there was a soldier boy,
young and brave and smart.
He had some questions bugging him,
they tore his brain apart.

He went along to ask his friends-
''Why there can't be peace?''
They just laughed into his face,
''Let us tell you what peace means:

';Peace means love, peace means hope
peace means painless, fearless trust.
There's no love, there's no hope,
all the fearless lay in dust.''

He went along to ask the trees,
the plants and flowers too.
Then they all replied to him
''Answers we have few:

People kill themselves and us,
they cut us up for fire.
And with the fire that they cut
the tension becomes higher.''

Soldier boy then went to war,
questions still in mind.
He kept on searching in the field,
for answers he can't find.

He walked up to the enemy,
beat starts to increase.
''Tell me, good man, tell me please 
why there can't be peace?''

The man pointed his gun to him,
aiming to his heart.
''I'm sorry, young man,'', then he said
''I really hate this part.''


Once there was a soldier boy,
young and smart and brave.
He had some questions bugging him,
they took him to his grave.

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The Forbidden Fruit

Eve presents the fruit, the forbidden fruit A special unknown fruit from that one tree A fruit that God said one should never eat Then the snake came to shower the fruit free Nothing bad, he says, will come from eating God didn’t want the power to be known The snake explained that they would be as God Satan showed his ploy so well, he has sown We took the fruit and ate it and life changed We now have knowledge, of good and evil Pain and hatred also came along too All that is bad sure did come to reveal God cursed the snake, that of the devil’s tool But we must carry our sin for all time The curse from the first bite that we did eat And it wasn’t worth the pain we aligned God was quite disappointed with humans Hating to give us our just punishment But we were now found walking with figs on Ashamed of not doing God’s commandment To this day we are filled with sin each day Starting right from the first couple’s mistake Now we must wallow inside their bad choice Suffering the punishment we did make
Russell Sivey

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‘The Airplane Crossing Clear-Blue Sky'

My white-washed bars surrounded me -
they held me as I slept;
they soothed me when the days were long,
and mother’s blue-eyes wept.

A baby girl, six months or less,
awakened from my sleep -
stood up legs as sure as hope;
as strong as flat is steep.

My hands, my saviors, gripped the rail
so I could peek outside –
the bluest sky I’d ever seen,
As tall as it was wide;

came into view - between the blue,
an airplane gliding by,
its smoky streamer like a flag,
across my memory’s sky...

The memory is a simple one -
a window, sky, and plane -
but in my heart, it's heaven's door
and there it shall remain.

I’ve hung it on my memory’s wall
Between that life and this –
It covers every hole I’ve dug
In sorrow’s vast abyss.

This picture brings the special peace
I knew when I was small –
Where mother’s just beyond the door,
and waiting for my call…

*Inspired by Danielle's Earliest Memory contest. I have blocked out almost every memory 
from my childhood, and only a very few gems remain - this is the first. and I will treasure it 

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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

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Heaven's Grocery Store

Marching down life’s highway, my feet became very sore
I then came upon a sign that read “Heaven’s Grocery Store”
When I got closer the doors swung open wide
Next thing I knew I was standing there inside
I saw a flock of angels positioned everywhere
They handed me a basket and said, “Child shop with care.”
Everything a human required was in that grocery store
With many commodities to carry, you could always come back for more
First I acquired some Patience; Love was in that same row
Further down was Understanding, you require that everywhere you go
I grabbed a box of Wisdom and Faith, a bag or two
And obtained Charity of course but more than just a few
And then reached for Courage to help me run this wicked race
My basket was almost full but remembered some loving Grace
I then chose Salvation for it was advertised as free
I tried to collect enough of that for both you and me
Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery bill
For I thought I had everything to do the Master’s will
As I went up the aisle, I saw Prayer and proceeded put that in
For I knew when I stepped outside I was bound to encounter sin
Peace and Joy were plentiful, the last thing on that shelf
Song and Praise were hanging near so I just helped myself
Then I asked an angel, “Now how much do I owe?”
She smiled and said, “Just take them wherever you may go.”
Again I asked, “No really, how much do I owe?”
“My child,” she said, “God paid your bill a long time ago.”

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The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.

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Hatred is a smoldering fire
That burns beyond control.
An insidious, lethal poison
That will slowly kill the soul.

Forgiveness is the antidote 
For hatred's deadly sting.
It's a bitter pill to swallow,
But a precious, healing thing.

Hatred's part of Satan's plan,
Designed to bring us misery.
Forgiveness is a gift from God,
Sent to cleanse and set us free.

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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say

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Give Peace a Chance

You keep saying you want peace
So why not give it a chance
You move your own direction
You really don't want to dance

The blood of all our children
It drips from your evil lips
Our future in the balance
You're the one who makes it tip

You paint us pretty pictures
So that we believe you're wise
A path towards destruction
That is paved in ruthless lies

For once try to imagine
A world where we get along
Trying hard to find the good
Instead of looking for the wrong

For peace there can be no hope
When hate is held in our hearts
If we justify our actions
Sadly we're doomed from the start

One day a peaceful Kingdom
Will spread from God's mighty hand
The end of the destroyer
He will no longer rule the land

A new city from Heaven
We will see the promised day
A stream of living water
All that's old passes away

A place where all are brothers
We take time to understand
Love is the inspiration
Hate is blown away like sand

Give Peace a Chance contest

Written June 06/ 2013

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Eileen And I

Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth Hopeless romantics we two Oblivious to life's trials and tribulations It's love that sees us through Since the world began, it's the driving force The reason we exist you and I Thoughts of no longer being able to express My love brings a tear to my eye Ask Eileen, she knows what I mean Her words exude passion and desire Symbols of what real love is made of That can set our hearts on fire What a wonderful place this world would be If love replaced hate in men's souls For the first time ever since the beginning of time We'd be actors in a strange new role Eileen and I are cut from the same cloth Hopeless romantics we two © Jack Ellison 2013 Dedicated to everybody's sweetheart, Eileen Ghali

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History Lesson

Crimson mist in the Dallas sky,
a frantic wife's mad dash.
The world watched us as we cried
for hope gone in a flash.

Brilliant poet with timeless verse
and enduring message of peace.
A murderous fan fulfilled his curse.
Does lunacy ever cease?

Perfect day in the city
until the towers fell.
Religious zealots who had no pity.
Their resting place is hell.

So look at history if you can
and learn from such hindsight.
As long as evil has a plan
we must not quit the fight.

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Surrounded by casualty, fatality, and injury.
Deafened by bombings, gun shots, and agony!
Pain, sadness, despair, and misery.
At this point, there is no chance of victory.

At war, men with power,
Tend to hide and cower.
Whilst the enemies prevail and empower,
So in despair, our heads we lower!

A lifeless body with a doll,
Blood is smeared upon the wall!
Amidst this chaos I feel so small,
As our weak defenses fail and fall.

When your enemies are merciless,
There will always be injustice.
And the only way to stop this,
Is to fight with justice.

War is caused by prejudice, hatred, and greed.
Why do we cause so much pain? Is it a need?
Why do we have to make each other bleed?
Why is it that only by slaughter could anyone succeed?

Peace binds all mankind in a chain.
A chain without agony and without pain;
A chain without hate and without disdain,
It is THIS peace that we cannot attain!

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I see before me

I see before me a world filled with despair.
Yet people turn their backs and refuse to care.
I know there are many things that truly aren’t fair.
You just can’t give up and choose to live nowhere.

People take their fingers and point to blame,
While other feel sorrow that fills them with shame.
Why can’t we understand we are all not the same?
Instead there is conflict as we call each other names.

Why can’t we understand and all just get along?
War drums are beating that same old sad song.
Tears start to fall for all those who are gone,
We seem to survive but just for how long?

We have to learn to put our differences aside.
When all is gone it won’t matter which side.
We all need to learn that this life is a gift.
To reach out our hands and help to uplift.

The alternative is that we all shall die.
I think this enough reason to learn to try.
Though we won’t always see eye to eye,
When it all gone who will be here to ask why?

I see before me a way to make amends
To reach out a hand rather than to defend.
Peace should be something we all can afford.
We shouldn’t have to live and die by the sword.

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I have slipped into the sorrow and now I climb back out. I foresee a great tomorrow when I will feel no doubt. Many times I reach the border where words do pass and fade. I rest my head on golden shoulder and hear my serenade. Quiet eyes do love me surely. The gentle holds my hand. See how light can shine so purely. I hope I understand. Presence I have known forever, in one where once was three. The secret to eternal life is just Him, You, and Me.

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Happy Husband Hears No Alarm

Waking with a smile, eyes bouncing green, dear husband
makes me hold back my scream, desire to pull over sheets.
Later, I find you sitting like Buddha, gazing at the land,
shifting as each birds lifts and soars and tweet tweets.

I watch you in silence, pick up slippers, my piles of papers
find my own breakfast to leave you undisturbed in dream,
you thank me so many ways, your face relaxed, finger tapers
held on belly, sometimes I wonder if you see past the gleam

Of heavenly contentment, lap of pool, sun blazing warm
the face so bruised by clenched jaw now so smooth
I never dare to battle you, drive you against walls or alarm.
Retirement is a silence of weighty falling before well oiled groove.

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A Tropical Dream

The air is sweet and  with the scent of flowers
Music drifts gently from the wind in the palm
Breathing is easy and I feel utterly at peace
Somehow in this magic place I find I am calm..

The surf is soothing as it reapeats its refrain
Life and its daily challenges seem so far away
But my dream this night is to soon ended
I wake to the dawning of the needs of today..

Barbara Gorelick

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(Dedicated to the victims of the chemical weapons!) 

When war knocks at your neighbor’s door 
Do not play deaf and do not turn to the other side
Cause you might not hear the whistling bombs 
Coming straight your home to find!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
 03 SEPTEMBER 2013

*Abominable and contemptible the chemical warfare is but conventional war is not a game either!
I keep writing on the subject because the danger is still out there. May God guide those in power to do the right thing! 

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World Peace

There is this notion—
more impulse than desire—
the topic raised, but then it's said,
I’m preaching to the choir.

And so we crave this thing
and call it world peace.
We fast and pray, both night and day,
hoping war will simply cease.

The odds I think are not that good
we’ll get it in my life—
millions of unworthy minds
Controlling things with strife.

If you had Aladdin’s lamp
the genie might assist.
I’m sure that he could get it done
with simple flick of wrist.

But if he’s asked to take control,
results could be austere;
in order to gain world peace
he’d make us disappear.

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My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.

My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.

I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.

It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.

You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.

Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert 

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(Let us do whatever we can to stop it!)

As the clock of war is ticking
Broader the smiles of death become
Cause the untimely passing away of souls is thinking
Onto the oblivion’s horrific land!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   02 SEPTEMBER 2013 

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

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Never Erased

Eternal faith;
Love in His name.
Saved by grace;
Never erased.

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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!

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Enjoy This Place

Follow your dreams and follow your heart;
God has shown you the path to start.
Never give up and always have faith;
Do what you love and enjoy this place!

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War for Love

You know I love you
I love my country more
Enemies around like sharks
Can't hide in a bunker anymore

I kissed you deep
We were in love
The tides rocked our love boat
I have to calm the seas

Can't wait I have
to save my motherland
Pay any price but win
to be in your arms for ever

Am always with you my dear
in your heart and mind
Wipe away your tear
Shall be back soon my dear

I know it sounds hollow
War can't buy peace
Bombs shatter hearts
Guns can't teach love

Don't my enemies ever love
My guns keep booming
My eyes are wet
I call war for love

                                            On 26 Nov 2008, terrorists from Pakistan gunned down
                                            innocent children, women and men in Mumbai
                                            This is my tribute to the Policemen who risked their lives
                                            to save the civilians.

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Lord, I do not know what to do;
Please, lead me by Your side.
Decisions I'm facing are lost and through;
Please, lead me to do what's right.

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Majestic Enormous Tree

Majestic is the large enormous tree Limbs coming out from all sides of the trunk An aura of it being more than all Tree sure hasn’t lowered nor has it sunk The tree stands always high into the air Strong is the stature of this awesome tree Power is expected throughout this plant Oversized is this mighty tree’s glory Branches extend from the center of it Growing ever so slightly it goes up The highest point is extremely gorgeous It offers peace like a cocoa filled cup Majestic is the large enormous tree Delightful it is to see its great might It has aura of perfection inside No other tree is as good of a sight Russell Sivey

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Find your center

To wake with the sun, as it's rays touch Mother Earth
I give thanks for it warming this great land
and watch the beauty of a sunrise as mirth returns to earth
I hear birds announce this rebirth as if on command

I see happiness in all faces, while greeting the relations
as all work to prepare our lodge for a morning meal
A sample of foods taken from this land for our nation 
Give thanks and only take what's needed to feed and heal

Work for common good, while giving kindness and respect
to all beings of this land, as we greet them each day
Wolf, bird, fish, plant and man of this land all interconnect
for without this union, life would not greet this day

At days end, watching the sun retreat beyond the horizon
all life feeds and prepares for nights darkness to return
Relations gather, speak of the day and return of the bison  
A white bison's return is one of our lessons to learn

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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

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It wasn’t too long before the writing of "Yesterday" when I was out daydreaming beneath the 
weathered timbers of some squeaky ol’ windmill on our ranch in West Texas. Then fantasy 
and reality shifted. What once was real in my youth became the fantasy. It was as if my 
childhood dreams and fantasies had gained the upper hand and, in some surrealistic, bizarre 
fashion they placed me in a realm of nightmarish realities. Right became wrong… left 
became right… and war became reality.

When youth had hold of yesterday And time seemed slow to pass away, My thoughts were wings on which I’d fly Through fantasies in my mind's eye. The child matured since on the hill, When wind would blow the squeaky mill, When thoughts would soar the vast unknown, And time just marked the years I’d grown. Now, yesterday’s in dream’s embrace, The fantasy or foreign place, From which I’ve left and come alone, And time’s the trail I'm riding on. The trail has led from peace to war, From all the things I’d known before, To places where I have to deal With hidden terror, dark and real. It’s like I’ve left the world and passed To zones where wretched souls are cast, Where peace is just an idle dream That soothes my mind when fear’s extreme. A moment’s peace, that’s free of fear, Is scarce and guarded near and dear, And every day that I survive, I thank the Lord that I’m alive. I’ve grown so numb, so cold and hard, From people dying, dead and charred. From dreams so real, I wake at night In sudden screams and fists clenched tight. The sun is down, the day has passed, And rain is falling cold and fast. As darkness comes to steal the day, I hang my head and sorely pray. I pray I’ll see the light again And all my friends and countrymen, That none of us will have to die And for a place that’s warm and dry. I pray my dreams are kind to me With bygone scenes from memory; Or just the time to spend at rest, Without those dreams, so death-obsessed. A flash of light! The crack of lead! A zinging sound right by my head! I soiled myself in my alarm And dive to save myself from harm. I'm jolted out of heart-felt prayer To search the night for what’s out there, To mourn the loss of yesterday When time seemed slow to pass away. For yesterday’s in dream’s embrace, The fantasy or foreign place, From which I’ve left and come alone And time’s the trail I'm riding on. ©1972 by Jim Fish

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The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.

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The same deadly story unfolds
Mumbai, Pune, Varanasi
Bombs rip apart our souls
When will stop this atrocity

They come in the form of Demons
Kill in the name of God
Nature created species and humans
Why Humans created God?

Bloated egos fill some minds
Hatred makes the world go blind
We are all born to die
This is not the way, we cry

Swear in the name of dead
To slay in the name of God
Dangerous game triggered by man
The same God will destroy man

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Tranquil World

A house sits near a calm inspiring pond A peacefulness exists outside the home As I walk I can see the white shutters There’s beauty that I love as I go roam There is smoke coming out of the chimney The door, open, allowing people in The trees sure have the budding of green leaves This is a tranquil world that does begin The path carries me beyond this grand sight I no longer see the lovely home there The smoke is seen just over the large trees The lake is gone, but there's joy in the air Still there’s an aura of the calm and peace I feel it there in my heart with each step This sight will always stay deep within me I feel the heart and love with each footstep Russell Sivey

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

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A Dreamer I Am

The chilly winds are blowing But my friends here on the Soup Make each day warm and cozy What an utterly amazing group From all parts of the globe they come With their beautiful words of love A worldwide sign of friendship They give all our hearts a tug There is no dividing us Soupers A worldwide symbol of unity If only nations could feel this passion Then every heart would be free We can only hope to open doors A greater understanding among nations Sounds like a very grandiose dream To see an end to discrimination Surely don't have too many years left With my dying wish I'll disclose In years to come a world without wars Where peace and harmony flows © Jack Ellison 2013

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Poetry Soup Is A Blessing

This Poetry Soup is a blessing to me Allowing me the chance to meet So many wonderful people round the world Making the circle complete Never before has this ever been possible Could lead to better understanding Know this sounds like a grandiose idea Can never tell where it's landing Have to start somewhere, why not here Promoting peace and harmony With all the great minds presiding here Offering a peaceful philosophy Do I sound out of touch, a bit off the wall Oblivious to how the world works Not at all I insist, if we all band together Round the bend world harmony lurks I know, I know, this man is a dreamer Smoking up some funny weeds Just leave me alone as I dream of Utopia Never know where this all may lead This Poetry Soup is a blessing to me Allowing me the chance to meet So many wonderful people round the world Making the circle complete © Jack Ellison 2013

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Winter Forests in Oklahoma (without snow)

The night turns to day, it is oh so cold;
The moon is bright and crisp, the sun honey gold;
The forests are brown and leafless, there seems to be no life;
The silent peace within it, no ruckus and no strife.

I love the winter forests, no longer wet and green;
Everything within it, hibernating;
Every once in a while, a small creature will stir;
Sending golden colors up, a flurry and a whir.

Note from Author: 
This is a tribute to my Oklahoma home which I sometimes miss very much!

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Oft when folks are talkin',
They'll use a phrase or two,
That can be taken wrongly,
The meaning misconstrued;

And so they get the text all wrong,
And spread it far and wide,
And when you learn what you have said,
You wonder why they lied.

Some people just don't listen,
When others talk to them,
So just part of what you're saying,
Ever gets through to them.

Here a word and there a phrase,
Is stored within their mind;
Then they weave it all together,
And Oh what they can find.

It pays you well to watch your words,
Speak plain, don't joke around;
For what you say in jest my friend,
Will later on rebound.

Then just try to 'splain it.
Explain it if you can;
But most folks won't believe you,
'Cause they just don't understand.

                                          Judy Ball

So often people spread around gossip that has no real bearing whatsoever simply because they misunderstood what someone said to them. 
Sometimes people will say something in jest that others take as serious talk so that's the story they spread to others.
Why is that?
Because it's often more fun to some people to believe the worst than it is to believe the best about someone else.
Remember, when someone tells you gossip about someone else it's a good idea to ask yourself what that same person says about you when you aren't there to defend yourself.
A gossip is like a loaded gun.
When it goes off all it causes is destruction.

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Norwegians I have Met

I married a Norwegian boy

Way back in Nineteen-Forty-One.

That makes my children Norse by half,

My two daughters and only son.

My husband, third generation 

American at time of birth,

Never got to see ancestral land

"Ere he was taken from this Earth.

Most of modern Norwegians claim

Lutheran theology their own,

But in pagan days they worshiped

Gods like Odin, Thor and unknown.

Thor wore a belt that gave him power,

And a hammer that gave him might.

In a storm, thunder is Thor's roar,

And his hammer causes bright light.

My opinion of Norwegians is

They've no use now of Gods like Thor,

For they are a very peaceful lot

And in favor of war no more.

Written:  7/24/14

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A Wonderful Amazing World

The world keeps spinning day after day But the one thing always remains constant It's love sweet love, nothing's more enduring The only thing we've ever wanted Nothing replaces it not one single thing It's the most ultimate enjoyment of mankind The reason we breathe, it's why we exist All the good things in life combined As hard as we try nothing can replace it Since this big old world first began spinning It's the real reason us guys were created The reason we're constantly grinning Imagine a world where love didn't exist Could we handle the constant upheaval If you think the world's filled with hatred now Our life would be beyond retrievable So let us all pray that pure love continues And one day we'll all live in peace What a wonderful amazing world that would be When hatred would finally cease <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2014

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Little things, important things,
The things I really savor,
Are the things that often go un-noticed,
That give our life it's flavor.

I'm grateful for the little things.
The things I call my own.
The things I take for granted,
Like kith and kin and home.

A family to fill my life,
And friends to share whatever,
And sunny days and restful nights,
And bonds that can't be severed,

By trials that come and go with life,
Instead the bonds grow tighter,
When those who love you gather 'round,
To make your burden lighter;

For money isn't everything,
Sometimes it just brings trouble.
Your treasure chest should hold much more,
Than pretty, shiney, baubles.

Simple blessings are the best,
Each one a special treasure,
A gift that's given straight to you,
To savor at your leasure.

I'm thankful for the little things,
That money cannot buy,
For peace, and hope, and certainty,
In where my future lies.

For "GRATITUDE" contest

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I Smile

The tables have turned
A new chapter in my book
I was giving up hope
But risked a second look

Strolling into my life
With speckled shoulders and toothy smile
Saves me from it all
Tells me holding on could be worthwhile

A raging, fast current
Leaves me head over heels
Changing souls into fire
Rather than rusting steel

In a look there was love
That had never been spoken
Mending and healing
The things that should never be broken

Life and love just keeps growing
And I’ve stopped biting my tongue
I’m collapsed in a heap of smiles
And I feel fresh air replete my lungs

My heart thumping felicity
Through my once hollow veins
Accepting all of life
And cleaning out the stains

Dancing on my toes
Eager for your lips
That have shown me what’s real
Replaced old life’s script

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If Only

It's day one of the rest of our lives Beginning as it usually does But this one seems a little bit different The old world is all abuzz It's all abuzz with great excitement Something's about to take place Has this old world finally realized a truth We're destroying the human race Since the very beginning of time it seems Wars have forever been fought Over land, religion and ideologies In a web of destruction we're caught A day of awakening is about to take place We have finally seen the light From this day on wars will be abolished Peace is finally in sight Am I dreaming out loud? Can this be true? Pinch me to make sure I'm awake Let's hope this time it's more than a dream But reality for all our sakes! © Jack Ellison 2013

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A simple prayer

To God above, I have to find a way,
I drop to my knees and graciously pray.
I know what I mean is not always what I say,
But I pray for your presence to see me through today.

God raise me up I have been down so long,
I can’t be sure but felt like you were gone.
I need some help can you grant me this?
To feel peace again and swim in your bliss.

I’m not much for prayer, yet I do believe.
I need to feel your presence and not for you to leave.
I think about love and want to feel it still,
Just say the words, you know of my will.

I’m not looking for an answer I seek the truth.
I slip to a simpler time , days of my youth.
I want to feel your presence inside of my heart,
The world outside keeps ripping all of this apart.

People tell me to believe and you are always there.
Open up my heart and help me with all I care.
I’ve been waiting for a while, it seems no one is home.
It is hard to feel faith when you stand alone.

I hope that you can hear me I really want to know,
I want to make my peace and have love just grow.
I look up to the heavens and want to see a sign,
Put these demons to rest and learn to feel fine.

God I want to walk with you and ask please,
I want to feel whole so I drop to me knees.
I’m hoping you can be there to rise me up.
To drink once again from eternity’s cup.

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Good People Of Earth


Where are we heading
With this mayhem, destruction, and killing
Is this what we call a civilized society
A look to the future can be chilling


I know you're out there
You outnumber these maniacal tyrants
Let's band together, stage our own uprising
Make love a life long commitment


The time has arrived
To rise up with a mighty big roar
Multitudes of us normal law abiding folks
Ain't taking this bull crap no more


Hear what I'm saying
It's time to turn things around
Can't allow this debauchery to continue
Let joy and happiness abound

© Jack Ellison 2012

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A Petition

So here we go again my friends A bunch more time has passed Will the coming year be any closer To world peace than the last? I highly doubt it dearest ones That's not the way it works We think we're making progress But we have the same old quirks Perhaps if enough of you fine folks Step up and sign a petition I'll take it to our glorious leaders And explain to them our mission To see world peace within our time Where nations put down their arms For the common good of all mankind Not another human harmed You may call me a silly dreamer Been called that name before But if someone doesn't step up to the plate We'll just continue on with wars Probably don't have a chance in hell Of changing a blessed thing But at least let's make a real effort So the bells of freedom may ring © Jack Ellison 2013

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The Tree Speaks

Long ago I stood beneath a shady limb And cried out, so heavy was my heart Wondering if I had chosen wisely Fear and uncertainty tearing me apart It spoke to me in the rustling leaves Stories of all the things that it had seen How the years had honed its truths The good, bad and the in-between There was music in the swaying branch There, cradled in a its peaceful grace Came a quiet acceptance of life's path And I wept in nature's sweet embrace...

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The Baby Fawn

A baby fawn leaps into the meadow,
I hold my breath and try not to scare.
I watch in beauty as she grazes,
And smile as she becomes aware.

She stares at me intensley,
Eyes deep with young innocence.
She slowley goes back to her grazing,
Her ears flickering to my presence.

She takes a sip from the stream,
Before she frolicks toward the trees.
She looks back at me one last time,
Then hops through the autumn leaves.

An emptyness sets inside me,
For now the fawn is gone,
Left out all on her own,
To defend herself towards harm.

To know i can't protect her,
Sets my stomach in unease.
But I tell myself she's happy,
As free as the flowing breeze.

Because sometimes to hold on,
Can hurt the one you love,
And even the sadness of her being gone,
She will be pain free from up above.

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A New World Order

Love and friendship here on the Soup The most awesome feeling ever To talk with people all over the world To me it's a miracle to savour Poets are dreamers a well know fact Imagining a world at peace The first time in history to ever occur We could dine together in feast To live together, all nations united No longer divided by borders Speaking only of love and friendship Enraptured in a new world order When I finally pass on I've one request Be reincarnated, with a grin Come back as a popular night club singer Or a doggie like Rin Tin Tin I try my hardest to be serious... I really do! © Jack Ellison 2013

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I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise,
and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh
at an early hour when nobody seems too alive...
a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise!

That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies
with colors brighter than wild flowers,
swirled around them, to acccompany them
to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn.

"Thank him with a grateful, happy heart,
look up and His image will appear among clouds;
and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ...
believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!"

And who will be the chosen ones from every present race...
when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith!
So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise!
That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait!   

"Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart,
take along those good friends who have separated themselves
from a worldliness, which kept them apart...
they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!" 

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I used to harbor lofty dreams 
Of winning wealth and fame.
I vainly dreamed about a time
When the world would know my name.

But time and those rejection slips
Have tempered my wild dreams.
The ceaseless grind of passing years
Has mellowed me, it seems.

So now I breathe, create, and write
Simply because I must.
No longer do I crave those things
For which I used to lust.

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Oh Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder,
And Your hand over my mouth,
As I go about my business,
Do my work and keep my house;

And when it comes to doing that,
Help me to do just that.
Help me to sweep up my own dirt,
Instead of staring at,

All the dirt that clutters 'round,
My neighbor's dirty door step.
Let me instead tend to my own,
For there I'll find more yet.

Let me not be quick to judge,
Nor slow to lend an ear,
And help me keep a civil tongue,
Offending not Your ear.

If I can't speak one good word,
Let me not speak at all,
For in the multitude of words,
The devil has a ball.

Help me to remember,
What goes on inside my head,
Will find it's way out through my mouth,
And fill my life with dread;

So teach me Lord, to think good thoughts,
For as the saying goes,
It's often best to close your mouth,
And just breathe through your nose.

Proverbs 10:11

Proverbs 10:18

Proverbs 10:14

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The Heart, A Place of Love 2K12

Pardon, May someone please; What is this place?
Why does it appeare that time itself slows?
Why do Butterflies throng and heartbeats race?
Why do hearts melt as tho' snowflakes, Whom knows?

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Rastafari certainly was a young man of magnificent talent indeed...
He praised God, as Abraham did, in his chant and dance with true glee,
Bob Marlyn and Peter Posh helped him become a raggae star;
some folks thought he was crazy with those long, braided hair.

Since ninenteen-seventy when hippies abounded,
and revolted against the American Government with protest...
Rastafari wrote great songs of many themes for the oppressed
and poor who were denied civil liberties in their own land.

Listen to those songs, feel the vibrant beat in the his unique music
and walking in his shoes you can sing with him and become his friend,
because Rasatfari dreamed of seeing all peoples embrace around the troubled world...
has he died in vain or left an indelible legacy for those adoring his everlasting beat?

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Meadows green, bedecked with diamonds-- 
It's a summer morning dream,
With gold sunbeams dancing brightly 
On the ripples of the stream.

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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

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Butterfly in the sky,
why don't you fly very high?
I see you with a sorrowed eye,
listen to me, that's no lie.

Butterfly why your tears,
have you any troubling fears? 
I can give you joys and cheers,
if you'll live with me your years.

Butterfly can you see?
You would be happy to live with me.
If you live with me you'll be,
the happiest butterfly in my tree.

Butterfly wipe away your tears,
come to me if my tear you hear,
because butterfly in the sky,
like you, I too am a butterfly.

This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves

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Finally, Rest!

Finally! Rest!
Beneath gray stones I lay.
Will Heaven call?
Or will hell have its way?

Will I sleep now,
in peaceful state this night?
Put here I was
by my hand to no delight
to still chilled world
from those who held cruel cheer.
Who'll gather now?
Whose heart will shatter here?

Eternal place,
I've nothing left to save.
Don't cry for me!
I'm happy in my grave.

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Though my boat be shaken and tossed,
Serenity is in the mind, in the soothed  soul --
My spirit’s not aching or forsaken.  Nor is it lost.
It needs no flow from smoothed shoal.

Not for me still waters, though they run deeply
In the placid pool behind a hinged lock-gate on a canal,
Or slowly with a meandering boat on the Mississippi.
I need contrast : this flowing peace is too banal.

Through a thunderstorm’s raging performance
And the torrent plunging itself to the abyss floor
Peace is in my mind : contrast between wild disturbance 
And mild tranquility is my key to the locked poetry door. 

Where the flowing tide consumes the sand,   
With the week’s hunger of a wolf without balm,
And hurls it about as a carcass of land  --
In this ocean storm with wave merciless, I feel only calm.

When the tumultuous shrieking wind and wave break 
And spend  themselves urgently on the silent sandy slope,
The tumblers of my locked imagination shake 
Open, and I feel the lull and pull of peace and hope.

A child in a warm bed listens to the windy rain on pane
And feels the same catalysis : and, peeping  at the driven rivulets,
Sees storms and hears the cries of lost sailors on the main,
And falls to sleep contented, secure beneath the coverlets.

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Written  by  Sydney  Peck on   24  September 2011
For  Francine  Roberts’s   Contest   “Flowing water”

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Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?

And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 

Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.

There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  

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I Don't Know What To Do With My Life

When that feeling rushes in-
I don't know what to do with my life-
I need to search from within
And look up toward the light.

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Calming My Fears

A rail of secrets and hidden spells
With footsteps grind on lowland's farm,
Where staring owls cannot foretell,
How near I'll be from deep woods' harm.

And as I stop with eyes quite torn
Through black of night's uncertainty,
Scales the breath to wait for fresh dawn
Erasing fears 'neath the wise tree.

Trail of light descends on relay
Hovering on boughs, so serene,
Leaves plucking tunes of evening’s play
Night blessing my gray doubts , I dream.

Kissed by prayers bringing fresh hope,
The moon rises as flowers swell
While birds await starlight's approach
And hours rest where my new joy dwells.

Contest-- Not Just Any Old Quatrain
For Kelly Deschler

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It's okay to pray;
Do so everyday.
Believe in what you say,
And your life will be changed.

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Rise Up Ye Armies Of Peace And Love

Rise up ye armies of peace and love Make known you're tactical plan To rid the world of this evil scourge Of wars and the killing of man It's not too late but it soon will be Beyond our efforts to change This world is still a beautiful place To neglect it would be a shame Not to acknowledge it's just a loan This beautiful world of ours The mountains high, the rolling seas The sweet smelling scent of flowers No more abuse let's all make amends And treat this planet with dignity Respect for providing this absolute beauty How tragic to miss this opportunity Let's put an end to this constant upheaval Start out as such innocent tykes Bewildering how we've gone so far astray And traveled this path so warlike Rise up ye armies of peace and love Put an end to this strife and selfishness We owe our life to this place of beauty Let's forget about all this foolishness! © Jack Ellison 2013

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History Lesson

crimson mist in the Dallas sky
a frantic wife's mad dash.
the world watched as we cried
hope gone in a flash.

brilliant poet with timeless verse
and enduring message of peace.
a murderous fan fulfilled his curse
does lunacy ever cease?

perfect day in the city
until the towers fell.
religious zealots who had no pity
their resting place is hell.

so look at history if you can
and learn from such hindsight.
as long as evil has a plan
we must not quit the fight.

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Don't Need A Shove

Am I just one of a very rare few That feels this love of love Is it my age why I'm feeling this way Don't feel I need a shove Comes very natural to this old guy As with the younger souls Nothing special just run of the mill Love is part of my whole Thought that's how it'd always remain The way the world should be But men seem to have this penchant For countries to disagree Maybe us humans will get back on track And live our lives as one Instead of always fighting each other Forever keeping peace on the run Am I just one of a very rare few That feels this love of love Is it my age why I'm feeling this way Don't feel I need a shove © Jack Ellison 2013

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Ellison's Theory Of Sillytivity

(My Version of Einstein's Theory) Ellison's Theory of Sillytivity In case you haven't heard Explains the reason why silly puns Cause groans, they're so absurd Didn't create these silly things Well not all of 'em at least Some've been round forever and ever Just add my twist to the feast Ellison and silly go together Like forever hand in hand The theory proves without a doubt There's humour in every land In every nation across the globe The common thread is puns While blowing up pretty buildings And shooting people with guns Ellison's Theory of Sillytivity Explains it all real well The time you spend giggling away Less time for causing hell © Jack Ellison 2013

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On My Soapbox

Though my eyes are sleepy and it's very late There's always one more thought to convey Of love and peace and harmony in the world A wish for world peace every day Of love and friendship from country to country A world without territorial obsession Each and every human is a product of evolution Ridiculous we've never learned that lesson I'm not the first and I surely won't be the last To express this frustration with things A product of untold years of confrontation And the terrible consequences it brings My soap box is getting so battered and worn I'll keep trying though from where I stand To do what I can though it's small in nature To get everybody to walk hand in hand A bigger stage would certainly be welcome That's highly unlikely in this state It seems so simple but so utterly complex Someone must step up to the plate © Jack Ellison 2013

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Right Turns

Looking back in life I've made so many wrong turns
Sped up when I should've braked
In this environment I've learned to discern
Between who's walk is real, or fake

It's the little things that hurt, not the abundance 
but rather the lack of,
genuine actions speak louder than words
Especially when it comes to love

Hearing others spit your name on their tongue
baffles me through and through
The things they've said, when compared
appear nothing like who I knew

So much I question and would like to say
So much I have to ask
But I know it's not my place, 
And in this situation I cannot bask.

I pray you reach a point in life
Where you have no where to turn
So that you may reach out to God
And begin to evaluate and truly discern

We got off on the wrong foot
And there's no retracing our step
Our walks aren't i the same direction
And our new paths have been unkept

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To Each His Own

Each bough, each limb, each mantel draped
with dangling beauty edged
each bit a dream which does dwell
within man’s heart so pledged.

Each star that lights the evening sky
and pillowed cloud-scaped night
reminds us all of Bethlehem
of God, his Son and Light.

Each pristine bit of tinseled foil
does reflect sublime
the undeniable  goodness of the soul
which wakes at Christmas time.

* drape / edge / pledge/ dwell / pillow / foil / deny / wake

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Whether you're Christian, 
Or Muslim, or Jew,
You are my neighbor, 
And I truly love you.

Let us not quarrel
About doctrine and creed,
Come, take my hand,
We'll sow harmony seed.

Look not to culture,
Or color of skin.
We share our beginning--
We're all kith and kin.

All life is sacred;
I'm sure you agree--
Your life and well being
Are precious to me.

So, come stand beside me;
I swear this is true,
You are my neighbor,
And I truly love you.  

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Stand Up

Stand up for the broken,
'Cause they are people too.
With hearts and souls in ruin,
They just want to be like You.

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O chiming bells of midnight,...
gladly announce Jesus' joyful birth;
see how the Heavens' stars shine...
to glorify the most glorious One!

Unpleasant is the cold December' air,
and a manger is the perfect shelter
away from the frost and the gelid wind;
see how He smiles as all the angels sing!

Come shepherds, bring along your sheep,
to warm up a King whose heart is so meek;
and as the Wise Men kneel down in divine adoration,
I watch the gifts in their hands with much trepidation!

O chiming bells of midnight...echo through my starry valley,
and cheer up this silent town that offers its true serenity;  
and if snowflakes fall and make all the stars seem too far,
my lamp will brighten up the path and lead me to the Messiah! 

Entered in Carolyn Devonnshire's contest, "Christmas in your town"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Letting Go

When done with the effort of breathing And living more trouble than it's worth Disappear into the perfect blue night Far removed from your trials on earth Safe and peaceful, no hint of pain Bathed in the warm depths of love Embrace the purity of nothingness Sail, sail away on the wings of the dove

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Great Reward For A Very Small Price

Such a tricky business it's always been Trying to cure the ills of the world Like bashing your head against a brick wall Making your brow all furled A multitude of others have tried before us Since the very beginning of time Their noble efforts have all been in vain Maybe now the answer we'll find Valiantly searching for that very elusive Path to peace and coexistence When all the peoples of this glorious planet Realize a peaceful existence A dreamer oh most definitely I've been For all these years of my life Won't stop now till my penultimate breath Great reward for a very small price © Jack Ellison 2013

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Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.

He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. 

Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.

Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. 

All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.

You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.

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An H-Bomb Love Poem

There's an H-Bomb on our doorstep That's threatening to kill us all There's a F-Bomb on my tender lips And I'm bouncing off the wall My middle digit is raised on high In a glorious finger salute Dropping my drawers in bold defiance With a happy mooning to boot Take heed, listen to what I'm saying Damn sure I'm not alone A peace movement has started a-brewing So put down that damn red phone Tired of constantly being threatened With annihilation of all humankind My kids just want a solemn promise No more messing with their fragile minds I'm sure it really isn't all that difficult Listen here you bunch of loonies Just let us live our own simple lives Next semester we can all be roomies © Jack Ellison 2012

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Tell no man all that you may know.
Don't show him all your treasure;
Else you will wish you'd held your tongue,
Repenting at your leasure,

All that you have said to him,
And all that you have shown,
Regretting oft in great distress,
The seeds that you have sown;

For what you say to one man, Friend,
Is retold to another,
And blesssings best kept to yourself,
Will be lost to your brothers;

For oft times Man will envy Man,
And brother envy brother,
It's often best to hold your peace,
Than later to discover,

All that you have said to him,
And all that you did show,
Has been aspersed to everyone,
To everyone you know.

Don't be too friendly.
Don't be too open.
Don't talk too much.
It's better to be a good listener than a speaker.

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from antiquity of the Peruvian Inca mountains
'til today's unsheathed bladed Java buttons clicking
the numbers add up to incessant discounting counting
to sacrifice our own graven image sown sickening

if she floats - she's a witch and frankly must die
if she sinks, well, obviously she's sufficiently pious
when down on the bottom, we can't hear her cries
of sacrifice, still, very little can get by us

filed and defiled is all the better all the while
as the former digits click off of our palms
fingers and toes, complete legs fall away, as do 
whole heads mounting kill count without qualms

virgin girls, citizen children, soldiers of play
their sacrifice is for civilization after all
us, uh, i mean the gods, won't have it any other way
they must have their place on our wailing wall

the altar so sacred, so blood red royal
C-4 strapped around plain white-robed torso
from handlers who assure they have the will of God
sending heavenward, pink clouded supplication - more so

for the sacrifice of the body than of the soul
robed theocratic surgeons who cut off our noses
in a perceived attempt to maintain their control
of those around them that might be opposed to

notions that they need not explain themselves,
or that God demands carnage for reasons unknown,
that their actions should beget peace in our time
that they shan't pick up, to cast, the first stone

that we all could be better humans I suppose
if we sacrificed our pride, instead of our fear
if we worked hard not to be taken for a ride by
admitting things aren't what they might first appear

dunno, but if there is a god for us to pray to
then maybe we could pray to not be preyed upon
and sacrificed for that bloody old world view
time to cook up some whorled peas - and move on

© Goode Guy 2012-08-02

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When We Finally See The Light

People of Earth are totally amazing The ingenuity of the human mind Ain't no animal in this whole wide world As unique, we're one of a kind Pride in the achievements of us homo sapiens We'll soon be travelling to the stars Making regular excursions back and forth Meeting little green men from Mars A bright new future and a brand new start Maybe this time we'll get it right Love and friendship throughout the lands When we finally see the light Must sound strange, somewhat delusional But believe me it just has to be The alternative is totally unacceptable To survive we must all be free It's totally amazing how far we've come Since man first began to dream A time of peace lies just round the corner When happiness reigns supreme © Jack Ellison 2013

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Cool darkness growing unbound
Sparkling diamonds bud in space
As corporeal self begins to drown
All tension dissolves without a trace

Eternity filled with tranquil quiet
Floating blissfully in beautiful wastes
Perfect surrender to the silent riot
Warming inside an endless embrace

Infinity fills the soul's surround
Consciousness melting in eternal grace
Peace and pleasure in having found
The perfect neutrality of inner space

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City windows mirror'd in sight
of skies that follow through.
Sunsets hot with firery red
that bends as light will do.

Castles tall defining life.
Spaced by nature's call.
Grace unto the castle rock
that freedom's meant for all.

Kingdoms calling everyone
where hermit's can't compete.
Love comes out of origin
that brother's can't retreat.

Heaven drawn to innocence
as pure hearts settle in.
Love shared with each other
as kingdoms loose their sin.

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Temerity has become the greed-follicles that puncture peacefulness in human life.
Extruding tangled spires across the earthen lands like trees ready to fall and crush.
Power seekers boldly trample upon the complacent, seldom knowing meekness.
Tromping over the forgiving folks like a huge social machine rousting in life’s brush.

Uninvolved masses passively watch it all on the news through biased reviews.
Frantic citizens of the world live in economic quandary…seemingly helpless.
Leaders frame in their wealth maneuvering their way through the very laws they created.
Self-service at the expense of taxpayer’s, trust lost to dishonesty while honors regress.

Intentions once professed become lost inklings of wholesome promises forgotten.
They walk upon the souls of those they were chosen to lead abandoning emotions.
Tears fall, but they are not their own.  Not now.
When, then can the righteous man find solace and escape from life’s commotions?

Is it only death that brings a tortured man to peace as he stands before his creator?
As long as there is hope that good will overcome evil, man can survive the dread.
Hope lives as mortals pray that greed be set aside and understanding lead to peace.
Meanwhile, altruistic hearts work to promote better living as millions are fed.

Where is the reckoning that surely must bring a just end to temerity?
Can self-control contain the angry masses when indifferences prevail?
No relief is found except what comes on that final day…the last judgment.
Forgiveness frees; God is love; sing we then, “All Hail Let Peace Prevail.”

© May5, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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I try to find peace

I try to find peace so I look to the sky,
I spread my wings with hope I can fly.
I watch the bids and wonder why not me,
There’s so much in life I simply don’t see.

I see things go as it puts me at ease,
When I want something I try to say please.
I want so much, to feel peace in my heart,
When you become lost, it’s hard to see the start.

So I start by putting one foot before the other,
I don’t worry too much I soon will discover.
That much that you learn you already knew,
You are defined by all the things that you do.

As the sun sets, clouds spread across the sky,
The first thing you must do is decide to try.
As the sun sinks, falls behind the hill,
I try to find peace within my free will.

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Fight for what you love,
For what's right,
For what you believe in.
Just fight.

Believe in what you want.
Believe in who you are.
Believe in prayer,
And in wishes on stars.

Pray about mistakes.
Pray for what you need.
Pray for those you love.
Pray in faith, not in greed.

Love those in your life.
Love the little things.
Love your tribulations,
Because they help you get your dreams.

Dream with faith behind them.
Dream without inhibitions.
Accomplished dreams are celebrations.
Dream as high as the stars you wish on.

Celebrate each moment.
Celebrate each year,
With joy and with laughter,
Some emotion and some tears.

Laugh without limitations.
Laugh at those trying to hold you back.
Laugh and learn to move on.
Laugh like you don't know how to act.

Learn to move on from your mistakes.
Learn to persevere and be strong.
Learn to listen and inspire.
Learn to pick yourself up and keep on.

Inspire yourself.
Inspire those around you.
Be inspired by the life you see.
Put inspiration in everything you do.

Live without any regrets.
Live with a smile on your face.
Live with pride in what you're doing,
And not with other people's disgrace.

Do what you believe in.
Do what you feel is best.
Do what you have to to become who you want to be.
Do you and don't worry about the rest.

Be someone you can respect.
Be happy when you see your reflection.
Be strong when no one else is.
Be unafraid when the time comes for action.

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Angels in the Winds

Angels in the winds
High above the waters
In a land not forsaken
By God’s own gracious hand.

I count the glowing windows
As I pass them in the night
Rows of little beacons
Showing me there is life.

Moments of comfort,
I am at peace
In the silence of the darkness
As angels watch over me.

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dented and painted

dismissively lined as "dented and painted"
protesting violence and raping of women 
those self-appointed, oh holy and sainted
can we turn another cheek and forgive them?

to relate to another with an iron-bar
to relate to another with utter disdain
to relate to another without human care
is this the civility we wish to attain?

you who are better, more worthy than other
you who are truer, in eyes of your god 
you with blood bluer than natural mother
might discern that it's you, who is flawed

sticks, or bars, or clenched fists attest
that you're no better than the rest with
casting of glances from eyes that detest
superimposed superiority is but a myth

want and ignorance are alive and strong
in all nations, so in all the world today
actually, it's been that way - all along
if we wish to civilize we must go all the way

and speak for every individual that spins
on this ball of rock that we call our home
to evolve higher form we must be, in the end
and remember, what is reaped, is what is sown

© Goode Guy 2012-12-29

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Fragrant oil on hands so still
flavors air with heady spice.
Enclosed garden, set apart,
window on paradise,

haven for jaded souls
weary of pomp, vulgar wealth,
hungry for calm, tranquil life
where peace reigns lord over self.

Foretasting bliss of hopes divine,
heavenly appetizer,
this heart-solitude renders
a mind, turned t'ward God, wiser.

July 18, 2014

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Conjure me a time when I 
Was happy to believe
‘fore rules and complications
Filled with smog my birthday eve
Set the table ring the bell
For all to take their place
And time machine with me back to
The edge of memories long erased
Serve me up on paper plates
And help the candles blow
Soothe the hunger pains with joyous
Innocence we used to know
Tell of bedtime stories
Grant a blow afar for wishes kissed
Pray a blessing on the ones 
Whose presence we so sorely miss
Whistle in remembrance as
We take our turns to reminisce
Though life is short we take the time
To sympathize oblivious
Eventful is the journey next
Forever onto future realms
Unknown to each and all of us
The light that overwhelms

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Upon These Wings of Freedom

Upon these wings of freedom
Pain shall never harm the beauty of such
Full of the glowing strength of the mountains
And a mothers gentle touch.

Upon these wings of freedom
I leave behind my darkend past
Gliding towards my golden lane 
Of memories that will forever last.

Upon these wings of freedom
My laughter and smiles are soul deep
Never again to be pretending
Never again I will shout or weep.

Upon these wings of an angel,
Heaven has portrayed,
Every bone and every feather,
My true self was found and made.

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What's more passionate
that closing dreamy eyes
to lips that surrender...
isn't it a lover's passion?

Summer should be blamed,
for the  strong scent of its flowers 
that is inhaled while kisses are given, 
but that's the secret of every lover!

In Fall days no longer seem eternal,
as a lover's passion increases with the chill;
perhaps their fire is more intense in this season...
when warmth is denied by the parting sun!

Leaves begin to fall and paths
are adorned with loveliness, that's where all lovers
stroll to rekindle the passions of by-gone seasons;
and yet spring is their favorite.

What's more intimate than caresses
given by warm hands followed by a kiss?
Isn't a lover's passion expressed gently as lips draw closer,
to replenish what was lost in remote time as those yesterdays?

Our desire is more than a mutual feeling,
it lays its hope on faithfulness to revive
that promise recited in revered silence as soft whispers;
life will end, but this lover's passion never will!.  

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Farewell, Sweet Summer

Farewell, Sweet Summer!

Autumn near, flowers bent towards the sun
Almost prostrating themselves-so distressing 
Like beggars clutching at Jesus, craving the One
Sunbeams turn their backs without even a blessing

So the brightest star pulls away, off somewhere else
It’s got other appointments to keep
In the distance toll the old mission bells
Like a dirge, and the whole garden weeps

Alas, summer is dying, sucking its last muggy breaths
As crickets scrich their sharp taunting jeers
Not many seem saddened at all by this death
And for this passing mourners won’t raise a bier

Autumn is born, its gestation complete
We excitedly awaited your cool advent
No longer stuck in thick, cloying heat
Gone is the summer of our hot discontent

Yes! Fall is born! Let’s give it a name!
It will spend its time blowing chilled breezes
Soon it will set the landscape aflame
As it whirls all the kaleidoscope leaves

Freed from arthritic twigged branches
As fingers release shiny gold coins
Nature’s allegro pirouette dancers
Auditioning for the autumnal Bolshoi

Others float gently through brisk afternoon air
Like large brilliant harvest snowflakes
Landing softly on a grassy blanket there
To wait defenseless, for the merciless rake

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We Are One and the Same

Once again although we are one and the same
One strikes another in confrontational shame
The thirty eighth parallel shows that man has not lost
To discuss through weapons, no matter the cost

Diplomacy with thought, before all leaders speak
Just listen to each other as it's peace that we all seek
It's not just your own lives that you play with today
Escalation of conflict brings others their say

History tells us that no one really gains
Only generations present, will feel wars pains
No care is ever given when decisions to fight are made
Whilst we await the screaming whistles of their hostile serenade

We live in the world of conscience, mans dark abyss
Whilst the majority enjoy the light, peace is their wish
Will there ever be a day, when man may finally learn
To abide by life and decency that decent people yearn

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A Final Thought

Cast my ashes to the wind,
don’t shed another tear.
I’m right next door in a different room
out of sight but always near.	

To my beloved family,
our days together too few,
when the road gets long, you’ll stay strong
I’ll be watching over you.

 Keep me close, living in your heart
 when you lift your face in the rain,
I’ll comfort your soul, lighten your grief,
send  memories to ease your pain.

Place no marker in the soil,
 the end of the rainbow is where I’ll be.
I’ll bathe you in light from a shooting star
and you’ll smile for you’ll know that it’s me

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                I’D VIE FOR VIENNA

I’ve visited Vienna because the universe urged me to go
and on the subject of Vienna I have all I need to know
I know the city sings and writes poetry for all to read
And were I to dance with Vienna I’d let it lead

From a small café I idolized what my eyes espied
And the beauty of Vienna will never be defied
Vienna is the sound of violins and the aroma of violets grown
And owns a beauty such as I’ve never known

I strolled the streets of Vienna in awe of its grace
Vienna’s streets seem to be formed by lavender and lace
It’s akin to a purple and violet sky to behold
And it’s shimmer is more alluring than gold

Vienna sweetens the sour and acrid taste of phools
It takes them and teaches  love’s true rules
Vienna has the power to make a rose bloom in the snow
And nothing compares to Vienna is all I know

So if you ever go to Vienna please appreciate it like me
Because I’ll never have the qualities that you will see
In Vienna I heard poetry with its lilting simplicity
And had I never visited Vienna would have been a true and utter pity
        I thank invisible beauty for her kindness
                And her consisten encouragement!
© 2011...Phreepoetree  ~free cee!~

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When I in sweet repose lie still,
And restfulness surrounds me,
Come fluttering words, come drifting words,
Come drifting words to me.

Come fluttering down and drifting 'round,
And playfully surround me,
As I walk dark streets of town,
With midnight's cloak about me.

Come fluttering words, come drifting words,
Come drifting words to me,
As I wonder, deeply ponder,
What those words might be.

I wander through the garden,
I stop beside the door.
I wait beside the fountain,
For the words so sweet and pure.

It's here that I am happy.
My heart and soul can sing,
As the words come drifting to me,
My spirit lifts, takes wing.

                                                Judy Ball

(The lady is a poet and she waits for inspiration)

Written Saturday, July 16,2011

For What Is She Thinking Contest by Constance LaFrance - Wandering poet

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Amazing Creatures

Normally I'm an upbeat and happy guy But some mornings start off wrong Bad words are spoken over things insignificant Instead of an upbeat song Why does that always have to be true Why can't we start with a kiss Instead of yaking and yelling at each other That we surely could miss It's definitely human nature my friends A fact that's most assuredly true In the heat of the moment we say hurtful things Till reason finally shines through Where would we be without this conflict It's ingrained in our very souls Not perfect but hey, as a species we're no bad Amazing creatures on the whole Look at all our technological advances Mind boggling to say the least So let us try hard to do our absolute best To live in harmony and peace © Jack Ellison 2013

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Changed Values

 With tyranny appreciated and coercion praised
The noble and gentle are bewildered and dazed

Today the world is simply disenchanted
     Tomorrow there will be many fingers raised

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When we become happy,
we laugh
And if we are sad,
we cry

Everyone says that,
the moon is very high
but only can reach,
there a brave guy

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Spread Peace Please

Always stand to support peace
Let this be your true goal please
Make all enjoy a happy life-lease
Due to you, joy must increase

Use kindness in your speech
Let not anger come to breach
The other heart, you try to reach
And to the World, kindly teach

Show interest in others welfare
Everything, with them, you share
Always  treat others with care
Such a treatment alone is fair

Hatred is never good to us
As God won't surely bless
That soul which loves less
As loving alone is marvelous

Please feel joyful and glad
Inject peace if a mind is sad
Let happiness be by all had
Must be proud mom and dad.


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Mist and Death

Demons of old to toil and tither,
Moil of mine to wine and hemal,
Of thee comes brood and beast,
Whence a nite of tongues and chattering teeth.

Forth slips shimmers of golden rims and grims which greet,
Sips from glorious goblets enchant fabolous feast,
Jests, knaves, et alii figures beguile and bid,
'Twas de hour for not more frivolous guile and fickleness.

Out of oubliette a glim of light so lithe,
Moon of mist now found by life and gift,
For inside one's hide was sight of rimous rig,
Minions of humour bridle toward obverse Omid,

Womb of prime reveal that which is vile and uncouth,
Smile upon me thy glorious chime of pride and proof,
Mind of mine shine on what is trial and new,
Liberty of every, carry me to your shrine of truth.

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It can be gloomy as winter's dreariness...
when nothing else glistens but cold snow;
and it can be as mysterious as summers' nights...
when the crickets are heard from a dark lawn.

Come out and see the many images of the pale moon,
which changes its shape on certain months, or days of the year:
full moon, half moon and three quarter of a moon
still captivate us more than any other planet distant and clear. 

Who hasn't heard legends about this mysterious planet not so cheery?
In Medieval Times, it seemed to have magical powers so solicitous;
and to whom it was so leery...if not to a saint exalting God only?
Poets of this age...wonder how it turns lovers passionate and amorous! 

I have contemplated with admiration the many images of the pale moon
for almost a lifetime: from my hilarious childhood to my hermetic manhood,  
and it hasn't broken its incantation, or changed a bit in color and even mood;
if I could reach it, I'd transform it into a garden of loveliness as anyone should.   

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Picture A World

Picture a world-
No hate, no fear
Future generations better
Because you were here

Picture a world-
No war, no pain
Enslaved no more
Free will does reign

Picture a world-
No sorrow, no regret
Each moment a gift
Be nothing but your best

Picture a world-
No anger, no demise
Lift as you climb
See yourself in another's eyes

Picture a world-
Clearly can you see
Power is now held
Create what is to be

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Constance holds the key to freedom,
she'll never sit down and die of boredom;
all the free things we don't think of or see,
are there for everyone to experience and enjoy.

Employers buy our time to give them service;
if nothing is for free what's happened to your awareness?
The air we breath, the sunlight we feel, and the fragrant flowers we smell...
weren't these also given by God to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden?

Look around there many more for us to discover...
the incessant waterfalls and rivers still supply their water,
and without them the earth would be an arid desert;
and in this wasteland, only spiders can try to cheat death.

Constance holds the key to freedom, inspiring us timelessly, 
and the beauty of her revelation is that we can pursue it adequately;
she doesn't boast as the rich do, humbleness is her inborn virtue...
welcome her suggestions and begin living your day as busy folks do.

Inspired by Constance's Blog MONEY MAKES THE WORLD GO AROUND

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Never much do birds fly south;
I wonder-
if they have stronger legs now.

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A fresh start

A peace seems to grow as I progress through this day
It seems to become part of me infused in what I say
Things I’ve seen many times look brand new today
I find some comfort as I leave the safety of the bay.

Little drops of happiness are falling from the sky
The rain just keeps on falling as the clouds float by
Still, I wonder where I fit and I wonder why
Everything becomes a part of something larger than I.

The rain used to make me sad but something has changed
Not completely different maybe just rearranged
I seem to see beauty in everything I see
I see what is and hope for what may be.

I’m feeling rather happy everything is going my way
The past is slowly fading the demons have gone away
I see this peace growing inside of my heart
From the ashes of the end comes this new fresh start.

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The Piper

One can't help but a feeling

With all our country men a leaving...

...and more migrants lining up
at customs door...

Latest figures polled this year
57,000 plus have left... pursuit of work as there is no more...
and the piper seems little to"no care"

One can't but help but a feeling...

...with our melting pot a changing...

...looming question as to who we are 
working for...

...Capitalism on the brink?

Our taxes for unpaid benefits?

...and more rising unemployment is in store...

as our working class is dwindling...

...Is this piper swindling?

One can't but ask the question...

Once known the land of milk and honey...
SOE flushed...

no longer funny...

Suggest to tax the paper boy...
surplus review without joy...

SOE to pay off deficit...
or the accruing unpaid benefits...

...and the migrants keep on filling
an empty space...

I'm not racist lets be clear...
but common sense has reared it's head.

One can't but ask the question...

Robbing Peter, to pay Paul...

Where else I ask you in the world...

can one arrive into a country...
claim refugee status and get paid...

...Lets divert all this attention...

Blame the solo mothers on a benefit...
not a mention about the fathers who help create...

One can't help but ask the question...

To the piper I will mention...

This recession has created great divide...

but the lesson to be learnt lets not skirt
round with words...

You are playing with peoples families
and their lives...

For the people that were born here...
...are more confused and disgruntled...

For the Piper has gone global world wide...

We want peace and harmony...
the right to drive our country's' economy...

...out of debt, and pay our tax
to those in need...

Not a hand out to the lazy...
who are wading in the gravy...

This is what our country stands 
for and much more...

One can't help but ask the question...

Have we forgotten what's important...
and who we're really working for...

For our country men are leaving...

Left us penniless and a grieving...

For this question begs an answer...
in the shallows of joy and laughter...

is our deficit knocking on our front door?

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From a mountain's peak,
to a very picturesque valley below,
these cold and sprightly waters flow...
watching the gyrfalcon cool off his beak.

River, don't stop your flow anytime,
let me admire how you glisten...
running down the snowy inclines;
hearing the croaking sound of a raven. 
Further down you plunge into ravines,
and less forcelful than a waterfall,
you splash on rocks and wildflowers...
raring in the manner of a rascal.

No vigilant eagles, or dozing marabous amid stalks,
are found as you approach vast grasslands,
but the ocean is very far and doubts arise;
o river, keep on flowing towards those serene skies!

From a mountain's peak with graceful glee,
you gurgle in flowless rhythm without mistake,
satisfying my dry palate in a dire state;
o river, flow like the blood that sustains me!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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The Candles In The House

The candles in the house
Bring all the love around.
Warmth is shed for us to share;
The calming night erases all despair.

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Sleep well, Emily
on a soft pillow
resembling a willow
courting the starry sea...

And should a storm arrive,
I'll shut the windows,
and keep serenity alive
for the sake of precious dreams...

Sleep well, Emily
dreaming of August' breezes
when the gleaming waves
reflect a dark blue so pretty...

Covered by a transparent satin sheet color sapphire
softer than your own glowing skin,
your feminine curves induce an incredible desire
in the palpiting heart of this tempted man....

Sleep well, Emily
putting all thoughts to sleep,
unless passion arises an intense heat
to allow me to touch you softly... 

And exploring our sexuality
without being ashamed of nudity,
we are those lovers seeking total darkness
into a place where there's deep tenderness....

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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I was serenely secluded on a burnt sienna sandy beach situated somewhere between Heaven and my head
There were no rude intruders to induce insanity into the solitude to which I became wed
Married to the marvel of quietude
With gratitude
And a gracious bow to the host of a silence I’d been searching for everywhere
Only then did I come to terms with the fact that for many of the masses solitude is anywhere
They can silence the storms that threaten an otherwise cloudless day
They can mute out the madness and hold lightening and ludicrous lunacy at bay
While it took me years to find a kind of peace only I would be privy to
Breathing easy and resting under a roof of royal blue
The beach was precisely what I’d dreamed it would be when I was privileged to dream
On one side was the pacifist pacific ocean the other was the stillness of a stream
With willows all willowy and green
A place pristine
Pines that stood proud
But along came a lying, manipulating, and oh so sexy perpetual cloud
And that’s when I heard the beach’s peace cease
   © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE....~free cee!~


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Vistas Guest

Across the desolation it roams so free.
What lays beneath hidden from sight.
From swirls it surrounds nature’s track.
Sometimes lazily or swift might.

Life needs this entity to carry onward
Nature requires its nurturing style.
Its beauty overwhelms landscapes.
Such flowing wonders which does beguile.

Each tributary has its direction to go.
Whether its course is north, south, east, or west,
Streaming, curving, and with elegance it provides.
I muse upon countryside’s scenic guest.

written for
Sponsor Barbara Gorelick 
Contest Name A River Runs Through It 

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Aday in the Big Apple

I gaze upon the Statue of Liberty and think of what she stands for
To give shelter to the huddled masses and hope for the poor
I think we lost focus on what make this country great
I open my eyes before it becomes too late.

There are so many treasures in this city to find
I keep my eyes open so I don’t miss a sign
I start at The Empire State building to catch a view from the top
The view was so breath taking I felt my heart stop.

Down below everything looked so small
Except for the buildings, they were quite tall
You could see all the bridges that connected all the parts 
In the center is Manhattan much like the heart.

I go down to the ground and then I stop
The buildings scrape the sky you can’t see the top
The shadows they cast are larger than life
It’s hard to imagine they co- exist with the strife.

I walk to Central park one of my favorite places to be
Surrounded by skyscrapers the trees are like a green sea.
It’s so peaceful and quiet I find a rock on which to rest
I look up in a tree I see some birds in a nest.

Next stop is Strawberry Fields my favorite place
People are here from every country and from every race
Seems that peace and love are understood by all
The rich and the poor the big and the small.

I sit here and write as my inspirations rises
Surrounded by things of all shapes and sizes
Soon it will be time for me to go back home
But for now this feels like my comfort zone.

I see these opposite worlds living side by side
The peace in the park while the world rushes by outside
The contrasts reflect and by the pond I do stand
I seem to discover just who I am...

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The Eternal Optimist

The world needs a little Good news everyday Just look on the bright side It's better that way Kick up your heels Say howdy my friends Just smile at a stranger Your woes you'll transcend On the verge of disaster Show them there's hope To look at this world Through a much larger scope It may be contagious You'll start a new trend Who knows it might happen You'll make a new friend I know that the cynics Will laugh and they'll scoff To think that us humans Past sins we can doff We've got to start somewhere So why not right now The world will stop fighting And wars disavow Just call me a dreamer I welcome that name Don't need any medals No fortune or fame The best compensation A world filled with joy Where everyone's happy And spirits are buoyed We can't let our efforts Just end up in vain We must see a world Where happiness reigns It's crucial for us To succeed in this quest Else mankind will perish My case I do rest © Jack Ellison 2014

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They made a huge nest with straws of golden hay
on the top of a fragrant, shady apple tree;
and they were the beautiful bluejays of May
that constantly warbled until sunset vanished entirely.

They have gone to a warmer place with pretty cotton fields...
before winter approaches and turns into a white blanket,
but my nostalgia for the departed bluejays with soft wings
fills the chilly and stormy air with something I can't predict.

Oh, bluejays which other bluest sky you fly under...
without the fear of an impetous, frightful thunder,
to find that haven which delights even a restless lark  
when sunrise arises his desire to be a free heart?

Luckily, they won't be here when the frigid wheather will be coming...
when that glistening blanket of snow will cover every meadow;
they will remember spring battering the land with a sudden windstorm...
and listening to their cheerful song, brought true joy to my living. 

Oh, bluejays from this icy window I yearn for a celestial, melodic praise!
Could anything console me as the moon wanes,
if sunrise offers no hope for my deep longing
that soars over miles of frozen sky...until it awakens me from dreaming?

Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci

Written for Constance-A Rambling Poet
for Beautiful Birds Mini Blog Contest

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under the Sal tree
lies a meditation unambitious
a certain implausibility
of death and life and all auspicious

am i disciple - or more - or less
the mind thirsts a life to slake
proceeding forward - or to regress
then sleep and mindfully be awake

© Goode Guy 2013-07-24

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One never realizes where inspiration comes from,
I found mine while strolling along...
a land with beautiful landscapes
that wouldn't let dreams escape.

One isn't born a poet, it's a revelation of fateful events 
that are analyzed by an inner feeling...
so immensely simplistic and revealing,
absorbing the essence of prudence. 

Some dissident strongly pointed out the strange isolation of an intellectual,
being estranged from real people who are more amicable...
how would he know how desolation confines
that soul in search of a serenity redeemed by prize?

Not living on the edge, but tasting the richness of slowness,
which controls the pace of the footsteps,
always keeping them in the right track...
how could peaceful thoughts trigger a violent death?

Thrilled to admire a head full of white hair, when that time arrives,
and reading names on limestone graves, 
deepens my comprehension...
comparing their age to mine.

Walking in the true faith, seeing the wonders and the miracles,
and that fervent faith will make me walk 
in the spirit for a testimony to all believers...
and as a follower of Christ, I stand on His rock.  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Call Me A Dreamer

I've tried so hard to live my life
As a caring human being
Don't understand the conflicts
Solutions are so easily seen

Just do away with all the hate
It doesn't seem too complicated
What a triumph that would be
If everyone was dedicated

There I go dreaming again
People must think I'm naive
Don't know why I'm an optimist
Guess it's just what I believe

Faith that most people are good
When offered simple choices
Most times they'll choose correctly
Be damned, those dissenting voices

Call me what you will, my friends
I feel much better this way
Get on the road to a joyful life
Let us feast on a happy buffet!

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They guilts of every soul are deeply hidden within,
carrying an unconceivably needless  weight...  
and yet nobody is willing to get of it by shunning sin;
they would rather conceal it and live with it. 

Only God sees the guilts of every soul;
we may look righteous to others and get undeserved praise,
but to Him we are an obdomation of evil,
which without repentance, as He promised, He will not erase! 

I have my guilts and bowing in regret,
I let them all come out of darkness to meet His glorious face;
and if I am to live in humbleness and grace,
I must get rid of them and stand erect!

So continue defying the forces of goodness,
and find yourself alone unable to overcome your emptiness;
friends will extend their hand, but pride will keep  
it from touching yours, and forever you will grieve and weep. 

Let the Heavenly waters wash all your guilts away,
be cleansed and please Him always without feeling hopeless and unworthy,
without attempting to remove them yourself with vain effort...
I stand at the river of salvation, not remembering sin,vanity, pain and hurt.  

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ComE HAVE Some gUN in THe wOODs


I’m talking to you about a young white boy wandering bad neighborhoods
You never warned me about the wolves in the woods
You simply walked me to the edge and you left without a word
You didn’t tell me how to wage a war without armaments, or an army
So there I was to either waste away or war with the weather
Storms were just something to beat
And it’s death, 
To defeat 
or battle back in the bleakness of horrid heat  
To win over the frigid fiascoes 
the rain with its virgin drops and unholy wind
And it ain’t going to do me no good to start having contrition now because I’ve sinned

You never forecasted a forest filled with fiends and fear
You stealthily took off and left me there
Alone again to find a way to find what I need most
A forest in which I had to fend for myself
And defend myself

I looked out for snakes that slither the city sidewalks hawking their wares
The ones like I with needles and need
You didn’t tutor me on how to feed myself or find shelter because money is a thing of the past
Since every vagrant penny goes in your arm
You didn’t explain how easily my physical being could meet Hell or come to harm 
Walking into a trap because the man says he’s got that which  I am there for
Then he puts a gun to your head the minute he closes the door
And the money that was supposed to buy you peace was no more
The woods, the forests, the darkest avenues of avid scum out to avenge something or someone

because in the woods there are a lot of hungry people 
and others who can live on revenge alone for what someone else has done

And in the forest  there are varied types of fruit growing on trees that tremble for my trouble
But not one tree opted to shade me from the sun or not be withered by the wind
And the birds of prey that come in pairs  praying that death be mine
You never told me about the darkness with a tunnel baring no exit of any kind
For we were none so  blind
You left me here with society’s victims who all wanted the same thing
 A way to wage a war, a way to weather a storm, some hope and three thousand bags of dope
When you put that first needle in my arm you knew it was a scary slope and that I  would conquer or fall
Yet and still you thought I knew it all
Doing what needs to be done and done for good
However here I am again, still searching for powdered peace in a bad neighborhood
             © 2011.….~free cee!~

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From The Clouds to The Sea {Swap Quatrain}

I watch the clouds as they drift by
Like nameless faces in the sky
They quiet all in me that’s loud
As they drift by I watch the clouds

Like the rain I shed my tears
For I have finally faced my fears
Bringing peace to what was insane
I shed my tears like the rain

As raindrops fall the river flows
Nourishing the flower as it grows
I have found peace in it all
The river flows as raindrops fall

The river drains into the sea
As I learn to be all I can be
Set free from all my pains
Into the sea the river drains

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What Am I?

I am the symbol of togetherness;
Yet not the emblem of happiness;
I am a simple thought;
Yet hard and sought.

Some ascribe me as for the lame;
Others describe me as their flame;
Some play me like a game;
Others pray in my name.

For some, I am old;
For many, I am bold;
For some, I have gone cold;
For many, I still hold.

I am omnipotent;
The care of a parent;
I am in every song;
The heartbeat all lifelong.

I am the warmth of sunrays;
The joy felt in many ways;
I am the message of affinity;
The carriage of humanity.

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Coinage of Spare Intent - Both Sides Now

Grief came as you went away,
An unwelcome replacement;
I became joy's castaway,
Ev'ry day a long lament.

A sweeping shadow held sway--
Sealed, a vault of black cement;
No where to go, run away;
It would follow where I went.

Would I wish you back today
To relive your discontent?
I'd rather hold grief's bouquet,
Drinking its fermented scent.

Heaven's benefit outweighs
For you a long life-torment;
You were freed, you flew away;
I choose to grant my consent.

Looking at my grief this way,
I learned to be content:
There are two sides to dismay,
A coinage of spare intent.

July 9, 2014

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No one can see the steadfast force
guiding me toward infinite peace,
an untroubled and limpid sea...
with glittering, foaming waves!

Some call it faith, I call it strength;
and somehow leads me to believe in destiny...
that the spirit cannot be broken easily
when the foundation is built on courage!

I strum my guitar and sing Alleluia, and as 
I carefully walk...I can't ever stumble
on a smooth road, where evil is not present...  
to give a sign of premonition to an ever-faithful!

I go past the pear' orchards in a remote farm,
and the pheasants sit in the golden branches;
the fruits look so succulent inviting me to taste them,
others have wished to savor such a sweetness!

A surge of sublime joy swells inside like that of songs,
and gracefully I sing them by allowing sustenance...
the steadfast force guiding me to enjoy the supreme moments
as if sighting a supernova, which will not lose its brilliance!

An oath of obedience I have made to God,
and being humble, I will honor Him repeatedly...
in all kinds of prayers and proclaim Him Lord
whose hand is the steadfast force guiding me!

Cpoyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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More Than Anything, I Long For Thee

So long have you awaited my call.
So long have I bled for your presence.
Take hid to my call at once.

When a thought is conceived,
Come hither.
When my tongue is to unwind,
Be there.

My need for Thee	
surpasses that of day for the sun.
I need Thee like a bird need wings to be free,
like the night sky needs the moon.

I shall pursue Thee like the waves,
like the waves of the sea pursue the shore.
On the other hand unlike the waves,
I shan’t lure back once I have reached your shore.

Thy scent to me
is as that of a rose to a bee.
From Thee I shan’t flee,
for I know that truly I would be free.

Once You dare rest on my heart,
just like the Venus fly trap,
I shall instantly slam my heart shut!
For indeed you would have your grip.

In my unresponsiveness,
shun me not.
Thus I discharge my witlessness
So that you may have my perfect heart.

More than anything I long for Thee.
Nearer I pray.
Come closer,
make haste to my plea.

I thirst for Thee.
I am the dry ground.
Pour Thy Spirit on me.
Rain on me so that I can be fertile ground.

More than anything I long for Thee.
Oh precious Lord, Holy Spirit
Rain down on me
till the grass and willows spring out of my heart.

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I choose Sunday as my leisure day,
and very glad to have accomplished much in forty hours:
I look at the Heavens and pray...
to delight in this blessed day among other ordinary days.    

If we all set apart a day to worship Him,
more blessings would be showered on us...
think of all his wonderfully kept promises
that inspired David to write Psalms for Him! 

I've seen sickness, desperation, unhappiness and poverty 
flourish in wretched souls that have given up on faith,
why have they chosen to live hopelessly and allow misery?
Have they ever sought God instead of indulging in mirth?     

Many of us may not be spiritual persons, or the ones with diseases,
but putting one day aside for reflection can mend our ways...
forget how to get rich and dream of sailing the high seas,
choose a special day among other ordinary days!

Entered in Frank Herrera's contest,
" One Stand Out Day "
written by Andrew Crisci

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Each Other's Light

Smiles and happy memories
Laughing til we cry
Silly things you'd say to me
Learning how to fly

A perfect summer spent with you
Us riding in your car
Being side by side those days
Becoming who we are

Walking in dark places
We became each other's light
The constant in a spinning world
Made everything all right

A bond that seemed unlikely
To everyone we knew
We are so very different
That it surprised us too

You taught me to be stronger
By building on my strengths
You pointed out the best in me
While pushing to my lengths

And in that way you changed me
Alterations so complete
That I can barely recognize
Who I used to be

I couldn't help but notice
How you became so free
Your smile was so infectious
To everyone you'd see

Such a precious chapter
In the story of my life
I'll hold on to it with all I am
I'll carry you inside

While struggling to let go of it
Dealing with the change
Knowing there's a reason
But wanting things to be the same

And while i'm sad its over
I'm thankful that it was
I was blessed to meet you
In that i'll always trust

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Freedom isn't something
We should ever take for granted
It's a feeling resting deep inside
It's roots are firmly planted

From birth to death we struggle
To always do what's right
And sometimes lose our focus
We question and lose sight

Lose sight of what's important
Get hung up with petty things
Forget that there are people
Who don't have anything

Homes destroyed in an instant
Feeling terror all day
Is this the day their life will end
Ruthlessly snatched away?

The real measure of freedom
Is buried deep in our soul
Reach down deep every day
The truth will make you whole

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It's awfully quite at the end of August, placid fireflies
come out before the appearance of stars;
how tender, how beautiful are the rolling waves
in the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams!

Absorbed in deep thought, I welcome another evening of solitude
with a peace that is more perplexing and intriguing than silence;
calmness stupefies, even more than the serenity inside...
do I need friends, if I have the company of the entire universe? 

Crystalline, clear water splashing and bubbling,
reaching the spot where I am profoundly thinking, 
bringing a soothing feeling after a very hot afternoon...
hoping not to lose the brilliance of the dotted moon!

Tired mind, rest and refresh yourself at sunrise,
detach yourself from the constant habit of searching and creating;
release the worries and rest, let fantasy spice up your fabulous stories...
thoughts that lead to pen, to finally become liberating!

On the glistening rocks, owls hoot in hunger and start attacking their preys...
the defenseless oysters try to get back into the salty water and be safe in the seaweeds,
but  they are caught by their claws, and with no strength left and blood in their eyes...
they die and their carcasses will be ripped apart and consumed by the ravens!   

Stop! Enough of this ugly spectacle! Let me turn the eyes to something truly delightful;
see the dark sea kissed by the radiant moonbeams to make this August' night really indelible!
A ship, with its thousands lights reflecting in the steady flow of the waves, is approaching;
the lighthouse's guard announces its arrival...oh, this scene is so fascinating! 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Christmas is in the air

Christmas is coming people are rushing around.
With joy in their heart the love shall resound.
It’s been many years since I’ve felt this way.
It has been much too long I have to say.

In this season spirits seem to uplift.
This is but one of many Christmas gifts.
If you need to find only one place to start,
Let compassion flow freely from your heart.

One simple thing and the world shall change.
The love in your heart you should never estrange.
An act of kindness to someone that’s in need,
Will grow and blossom if you plant the seed.

Maybe the fighting can stop and we will understand,
The world becomes better when we are the best we can.
Nothing could be better than peace in our time,
It starts with and act and then infects one’s mind.

Christmas is a time of peace and good will.
The miracle is before us it can happen still.
Think compassion it will spread to your heart.
The world will join together instead of falling apart.

Something is growing I can feel it right now.
If we begin to care we shall make it somehow.
It starts with you and you need just to care,
Peace to you all, Christmas is in the air.

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Red man, green man,
black, yellow, blue or white;
everlasting hate or never-ending fight.
Who cares man?

The unclean race lives every place;
perfection is a term of personal view.
The color red is but a shade of blue,
but life itself is the most lovely hue.

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The Bad Guys

we can make a toy
we hate those people who lie
we are living now 
but one day we will die

every one has a shelter to live 
who gives nothing to someone
we want a force for bad guys
we want to buy a gun.

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The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away.

Being brought here by destiny's hasteness,
I am unable to return to my adored land...
hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes;
even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. 

Springs have been short and winters last much longer, 
and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness;
the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher;
this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels.

Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons,
and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat...
the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night;
where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!

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Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... 

And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch;  and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...

No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...

Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...

And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with  the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me:  the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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O Flankers

O Flankers, your children far and wide
Stands at the zenith of their faith to take
Their prize, bereft of heritage and pride
Your blood stain shards making them shake

I was Hiroshima, you were the bomb
Your explosion devastated me
It was not predicted for to become
Such a callous and cold humanity

I think of you, but cannot merge you
Now with that you thirty years gone
Growing old is not better then, not true
You are the antediluvian dawn.

This wickedness in you is a fallen curse
And yet my love cannot abandon you
The cordite power make trees into hearse
And people into things strange to view

What material greed infected your dream
What disconnected social order reared
What dead mythic made dross of the gleam
You who once loved, laughed and cared?

O Flankers, my village nestled in the hills
Beside the frolic of a nurturing sea
The sands were tranquil, and now it kills
The very fragrance of sweet innocency.

I want my fruited forest of peace again
I want the dancing waves of soft laughing seas
I want a place where thrives the love of men
The faith to die praying for peace on bended knees

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beauty in the face

tossed upon the seas of love
the hateful soul unrepentant
sloganed roses read OsLove
to show humanity's decedents

what the stronger will stand for
bury the hate after the tears
no heating up of this cold war
speak to each in higher prayers

hate may have a home in Hades
but the people here won't bite
held high cool love to cascade
renounce hostility abolish fright

each individually, and as a race
stands at a fork in their road
turn toward love or a darker place
either way picked emotions flowed

these now stand voicing tolerance
flowers of acceptance held high
instead of falling into malevolence
individuals as a nation do reply

© Goode Guy 2011-07-26

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Can't we all just get along,
were the words that Rodney spoke.
They flashed those words across the screen,
and then we all made jokes.
But shouldn't this be a lesson,
on how we treat each other?
And ask ourselves why we hate,
just because of color.
The world is filled with variety,
in every shape and size.
And in it are amazing colors,
pleasing to the eyes.
There seems to be some wisdom here,
meant for me and you.
That Green has no more authority,
than does the color Blue.
We labor hard to display our yard,
with the perfect array of color.
But we seem to forget, the point of it,
when considering one another.
We all have one thing common,
and will until we're dead,
Inside the veins of each of us,
is found the color RED.

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Stawberry Fields

As I sit here to write at Strawberry Fields
The peace in my heart starts to feel real
The world and the noise seem to vanish away
The clouds start to part as I feel the sun’s rays.

I think of imagining a world with no fear
For a brief moment I just shed a tear
I was just brought up that men don’t cry
When you don’t feel the hurt, you begin to die.

What would happen if we could all get along?
With peace in our hearts love would grow strong
Put down our differences and see what is the same
Get off the sidelines and simply return to the game.

Hope and Faith collide tearing us apart
Take a look inside, feel it with your heart
Change is hard but the alternative is worse
Tine to change the rules and set another course.

I remember why I come here it fills me with hope
As the carrot  dangles before us, hanging from a rope
The choices that we make shall determine who we are
Maybe the distance to a better world is never too far.

Everyone must answer to the voice they hear inside
You can’t just jump onboard to go along for the ride
Freedom and peace come with a pretty hefty price
The opportunity is before us, you just need to grab a slice.

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Reaching my golden age 
was an improbable, distant image...
rarely thought of, or even visualized by me,
I still cherish the fancy-free boy that was me!

My careful footsteps have become slower,
and my skin is losing its gleaming, brilliant look;
I stand before my photographs displayed underneath
the hand-painted coat of arms with a disillusioned, displeasing glare!   

Could that handsome young man be me?
His skin is so smooth and his teeth dazzling white,
lots of strands with curly hair reflecting a resplendent light...
he's smiling staring at his friend, who's kissing a girl called, "Mimi."  

And unstoppable, bitter tears relentlessly flow; why haven't
childhood and youth waited another year, or even another longest day,
to let me breath with more easiness, seeing myself once again a virile lad...
how horrible and scary is to face the merciless phantom, who will take me away!

But this faith is too strong, and I can defeat any evil force;
and although I seem unable to fight as I did when strength was mine,
an angel will escort me to the gate, which will open to greet this faithful one...
not regretting anymore that improbable, distant image retreating and fading as reality itself!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Birth is the beginning of a quest
which is unseen to human eyes,
sadly ending on our unpredictable death,
but not living another day shortens that distance.

Who decides our fate in ways so drastic,
unfolding events happy or tragic?
Who diverges the course of our days,
when hopelessness grips our desperate souls?

If dreams are built to become exinct,
to suddenly turn into detritus and dust... 
devastating us enough to dessicate the expanse
of hope, why is joy lacking the feeling of genuiness?

Despair is utterly exgeneous,
exploding when thoughts become tense,
expanding as wild fire to burn everything 
in its destructive path...leaving only embers behind.

Some choose to end life,
not valuing its sacredness and purpose;
shouldn't we be thrilled to exist as David was
and be immensely grateful, or defiantly denounce our belief?     

Gracefully age as Moses did,
never thinking of shortening the distance;
gain more wisdom as you live...
to discern what's beyond madness to reduce incidence. 

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Smile At Your Brother

We're all brothers and sisters
In this great big world of ours
Let's try living as one happy family
Replacing guns with flowers

Getting down to the bottom of it
We all treasure the same old thing
A quiet and comfortable living
Inner peace that happiness brings

We may look at things differently
That's what makes each one unique
We're all just searching for happiness
But with an independent streak

Our skin may have a different hue
But when touched, it feels the same
We put one foot in front of the other
We're all part of the same old game

The answer to peace is quite simple
Respect for our fellow man
We each can make a difference
The solution is in our hands

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Father Christ Deal

Eternal Father saw outnumber of people’s sins 
Sad with what He created
He wanted to destroy the world
People hurting each other

Father Christ stopped Him
Told the Eternal Father He would go down to earth
Take People’s cruelty
To start His power over people

He told the Eternal Father people would understand
Ransom Himself
Not to destroy the world
Believed people to be one

Eternal Father searched a woman
To conceive and bear a Son
Angel Gabriel spoke to Mother Mary
You have found favor from (Eternal) God
Holy Spirit will shine over you
You are to name Him Jesus
He will save people from their sins
To save destruction of the world

Father Christ started a Church
For People to be Universal
People don’t understand
In His Church people are saved

What are these other churches?
In there you are not saved
Don’t be fooled
By the Christ’s like religions

There is only one
Deal to the Father
Be Universal to His Church
Roman Catholic

To understand the Two Greatest Commandments
“Love God all your mind, heart, body and soul”
2nd is “Love your neighbor as yourself”
When we love our neighbor, Covers the 1st Greatest Commandment

Other Churches are misleading people
Thought they loveFather Christ
Person who created their Church 
Was the person they believed  and loved

Father Christ is very hurt
People don’t know in His Church 
You’re saved
In others you’re condemned


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                                           SPEAK LITTLE, HEAR MUCH

Speak little and hear much,
For words can get you in trouble.
Too many words confuses things,
And then your problems can double.

Some people talk to show friendliness,
And some to be entertaining,
And some to show how much they know,
But talk can tend to be straining;

For too much talk can get on your nerves,
For everyone needs peace and quiet,
And a steady drone like bees in a hive,
Isn't good as a steady diet;

But everyone likes a quiet man,
Who shows courtesy and listens well,
One who is pleased to hear what they say,
But that which he hears, he won't tell;

For a wise man knows when to speak and when not,
And doesn't run off at the mouth,
He knows the less said is the best as they say,
For words are oft turned 'round about;

So keep to yourself the things that you know,
Or your praises will not be sung,
You'll gain more friends and be more at peace,
By simply holding your tongue.

                                                 Judy Ball

                                                                                      Proverbs 17:28

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LinkedIn to Magi

the Magi travels on the web
deftly legging at the lines
crawling around like tide and ebb
leaving gifts brushing those confines

there is wonder there, to partake
there are sightings, so exquisite
things seen clearly, or opaque
discerning is the only requisite

information and loaded emotion
moving images of hate and love
surfing past advertised promotions
the trick is just to take hold of

what the Magi drop in plain sight
secrets both known, and obscure
love can be heard in sound bites
but hate, nearby will always allure

just ignore hate that always shouts
listening only for quiet whispers
the Magi's magic is now and hereabout
imagining images of peace in pictures

magnetically pulled positive or naught
what is sought, so will be found
love you, others, too love free thought
surf linked web without going aground

gifted fob to keep your time clasped
as you give freely of your own time
the Magi's link finally is grasped
love for each other, sweetly sublime

© Goode Guy 2011-11-20

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at the altar

what do we bring to sacrifice,
to the altar of our fears
will the fear, itself, suffice
to wipe away these grieving tears

here, a satchel i take in stride
through the machine, my will to cede
and here, too, a bag of my pride
that it turns out, i didn't need

that old man has a video camera
and a young one totes a backpack
can we turn them outta here
for the bravery that i lack

and the child so innocent beside her,
that woman there with righteous shawl,
are mother and child vengeful saboteurs
would a flash of hate burst my wall

do i send my firstborn far away
did the world change to get more hate
is that the price my dread must pay
is that all my fright can relate

when i stand on this serene beach
is evil banished from my sight
is the violent tsunami out of reach
if i waive some liberty, some right

should land's crust pull asunder
and an abyss drop before my feet
would relinquishing fear pull me under
would, then, i go down in defeat

my god, what must i do to appease
when i stand before some conflagration
to vindicate, to assuage, to please
must i change my life's foundation

or can i only fear fear itself
to live as those i remember might want
take life day-to-day from off the shelf
without hate and fear, my dreams to haunt

Armageddon might be without love
but my world today is more than this
i refuse to live life devoid of
love and empathy and a bit of bliss

© Goode Guy 2011-09-08

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God Gives What You Give

If you give just a little
of yourself from time to time,
You're bound to see the benefits
of being true and kind.

God finds ways to thank us
that we may never see..
like driving in a winter storm
and getting home safely.

So many of the little things
go unnoticed everyday.
I make a point to thank the lord
for the luck that comes my way.

Sometimes I fail to notice
how he helps me when I'm down.
Like how my children make me smile
without making a sound.

If you can take the time to ask
"How are you doing today?"
to someone that is feeling low,
I'm sure you'll be repaid.

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Another Way Out

The world seems to work in mysterious ways
Light from the candle can hold darkness at bay
I feel this new purpose not like anything before
I feel this new peace grow I reach out for more.

Life today seems much like a high wire act
Staying the course for there’s no turning back
Trying to move forward without looking down
It’s such a long way back down to the ground.

Life presents problems yet there’s always a way out
The candle lights the way past the shadows of doubt
The sun always returns from the darkest of nights
 Giving us another chance to perhaps get things right.

Life is what you make of it if first you have hope
Faith provides the strength so you are able to cope
As the world still changes peace grows inside me
Balance, faith and hope become the tools to be free.

So I close my eyes and dream of something better
Just because it’s rains you don’t have to get wetter
I search for the meaning of what life is about
It always seems to provide another way out.

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It's over for her
Such suffering and pain
She is up in Heaven
Where there's so much more to gain

her darling little face
Full of tenderness and love
Knowing for sure, somehow
She was sent from above

Her cute little hands
And her stout little nose
Everything perfect to us
Right down to her toes

Her purpose in life
Was to give others strength
Even though it only lasted
About fifty-three hours in length

Her stay here for us
Was such a short one, you see
But she taught us so much that life
Can be wholesome, gentle and free

Yes, dear Lord, please
Take her to a place that's new
To that place up and beyond
Where forever she'll be with you

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A really true friend as priceless as gold
A treasure in life to seek and to hold
The greatest of treasures and one we can bless
Is to have one to help you when you're in distress
Rare is this person who stands by your side
Who will shoulder your burden and do it with pride
So remember to cherish this gift to the end
This "wonder of wonders" a true loyal friend
God up in heaven I'm sure has the score
For those who help others with kindness and more
And the point totals high as angels defend
Each person like you who is a true loyal friend

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Hi mom, it's nice up here
Looking down on you and dad
I see my big brother too
And I'm not feeling so sad

I know our time together
Was so short and not long
But up here with Jesus
That's where I belong

I see grandpa and others
Please don't cry for me
Because up here, it's pretty
And so happy and free

I do miss you all
But please try not to cry
And take good care of Kenyon
But don't ever say good bye

Don't ever forget me
I know the time was short
You did the right thing mom
I'm so glad you didn't abort

So, for now I'll be going
But I will see you again soon
You will see me when you look at the stars
Or whenever you look up at the moon

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The world yearns for it.
The world longs for it.
The world pants for it,
And no, it will not quit....

searching for what 
is desired above all.
Will anyone ....anyone
heed it's beck and call?

The world is under 
such a constant strain.
And yes... it is a
never-ending refrain.

A continual threat
of terror and of war,
that we really
cannot ignore.

Agony and angst are
always knocking at the door.
And yes, more globally
now than ever before.

Fear, tension, and even despair
always seem to be in the air.
Must be cautious where we tread, 
that is ........ if we even dare.

God of this contaminated 
planet, this doesn't seem fair.
Is it because, as some say,
that you don't really care?

Oh no, that simply cannot be,
because history shows you on that tree.
That very special tree on Calvary,
dying there for our sins to forever bury.

So how foolish it would be
to think that you do not care.
When you left the comfort of heaven,
to come here....... your love to share.

So what is this thing
that the world really needs?
It's something that you want us
all to have.... so very much indeed.

It's a gift you offered us freely
as you retreated to your throne.
It's something you knew we needed, 
so we would not be alone.

This very special gift is the Holy Spirit,
and, oh yes, in Him we find great release.
In Him we find what the world cannot offer,
Only in Him we find that deep, abiding, peace.

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If I were to do
What I have dreamed of most
I'd pack up my gear
And head for the coast
To see an ocean
Is my only request
Where I could lay on the beach
And be peaceful and rest
Seeing the water
Just by looking straight down
Watching the fish move
Without making a sound
Music is heard
From miles away
But under the water
I would rather stay
I'd stay forever
If it were my choice
No one could hurt me
Not even with their voice
If my wishes were granted
My final request
Would be to dive in an ocean
On a sea worthy quest

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Love is Golden: all ideas have and always will be
all hallowed: the things we think of last for ever more.
And again: forgot or left to be.
Thus we come full circle: "As It Was Before"

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Growing Goodness

The days, they quickly come and go
who knows about tomorrow.
Will we greet another day
be touched by joy or sorrow?

Why do we waste our precious time
on things like greed and hate
when any day could be the one
we're called to Heavens' gate?

From this day on I choose to live
and fill my life with love
to share the gifts that I've received
from our Lord above.

I'll use my voice to trample hate
where ever it is heard.
Where ever there's a broken heart
I'll place a soothing word.

As these days pass quickly by
I'll do the best I can
to plant the seeds of goodness
into my fellowman.

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           As autumn bids the land farewell
           And winter's visit starts
           An air of pure enchantment 
           Stirs something in our hearts

           The sleeping earth is covered in white
           As the snow falls gently down
           A sight to behold as the sun comes up
           The trees adorned in ermine gowns

           The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns
           On the hills children shriek with delight
           The odor of hickory hangs in the air
           Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright

           Yards are dotted with snowmen
           Each with a jolly bright face
           Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes
           With a shawl of silvery lace

           Footprints dot the landscape
           And in the wintry chill
           A majestic stag stands regally
           A king upon the hill

          Winter is a masterpiece
          Designed for all to see
          A living showcase arranged by God
         To be enjoyed by you and me

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I wonder a lot about getting old
"Have respect for your elders" I was always told
Will they hurt and tease me or maybe call me names
I hope they don't hit me or try to play mind games
Will they let me lay in a puddle or a mess
Will they always neglect me and never confess
Will they show their anger by making me wait
Or tell me they 'forgot' me, despite all their hate
I hope I am treated with tender loving care
If only they'd listen to what I have to share
The memories will be, my last resort
If I have my mind, I'll be able to sort
Sort out my life, all the good and bad
All the good things to come
And all the pleasant times I've had

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Flowers for Guns

There may come a day
When decisions are made
When war in theatres
Will stop being played

The worlds matinees
Will show a different scene
As we all sit and watch
The return from being mean

No more enlisting
No more conscription
We all live our lives
In peaceful prescription

Our lives move on
With natural progression
As we close our eyes
To natural submission

There may come a day
When we have actually begun
To grow as a race
And have flowers for guns

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He Wants To Retreat

Ardent passion of going high,
Desire to touch the illusion of sky,
Tempted to earn fame and name ,
Restless effort to reach the aim, 

All led to a point of commitment 
To earn wealth to uttermost extent, 
Where, each success enhances thirst. 
Thirst of advancement seems the worst ,

When one forgets to celebrate present success, 
Out of fear to miss the next chances to progress, 
Ignoring surroundings and overtaking all ,
Though, he  reaches  his goal after all, 

He is in discontentment and melancholy, 
Despite his dreams fulfilled , he is wealthy.
He finds himself in a darkness of agitation, 
The rivalry of growth and competition. 

Within the roar of glory of success,
Receiving compliments and praises, 
His peace-less surroundings remind, 
His true happiness is left behind.

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Black River

Sitting on the river bank
while black water pools and slips away
cleanses the spirit of all that was
with a spit polish brass on the dullest day
Invading the current with questioning
with feet skinned in white and bones
catching the answers in black water leaves
while they linger, then sink to their home
All of the motion, in rocking, in waves
All of the sounds brim with life
strip me to soul strings and play me like music
an orchestra dark and deprived
I'll never settle in silt and starvation
I'll never sink like a stone
Catch me a current out on the black river
Carry me back home, alone.

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Spirit of Love

I hope one day 
the world discovers

The Spirit within
that unites us as brothers

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When angels sing
Love begets love
In fluttering hearts
Of soaring white doves
Praying over predation
Tarrying above indolent blues
Serenity rains calm
In the cumulus of heliocentric views
Harrowed by hate
Beseeched by a crimson dawn
Hope sways on an olive branch
Dangling over civilization’s lawn

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Beside You

Beside You
     by Amy Swanson  June, 2007

When your burden's heavy
    I will share the load...
And when your heart is breaking,
    My hand is here to hold.

When your life is upside down
     With sadness creeping in
I will be a listening ear
      A comfort and a friend.

When everyone you've trusted in
       Turns and runs away
My love will give you strength
       Carry you through each new day.

And when the night becomes too dark
        So that you cannot see...
Know that by your side
         Is where you will find Me.


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Calmness wasn't expected today by my overwhelmed spirit marveling,
I spot linden's branches with their yellow flowers brightly floating
as ships lost at sea; from which river did they come from?
Did someone break them off or was it a summer' storm?

Curiousity makes me look further down...discovering shiny limpets,
in conical form, stuck to tidal rocks and visited by water lilies;
a lizard watches my facial movements...I hear a male voice, 
"Sub loco citato!" shouting to his gal so voluptuous...

Latin spoken these days? I stumble upon a familiar phrase
that some of my classmates used to whisper to girls wearing sunbonnets,
making believe they were practicing the liturgical language of priests;
and if they learned quickly, they would surely get a blind date... 

The lotus' fragrance induces a sudden rejuvination of the imaginative, uncontrollable senses;
a laison for those unsavoring women and femmes fatales... 
laying down on sandy beaches with gazes upon moonlight, with mellow faces
being stroken by manly hands, and hearts being fascinated by capricious words... 

The flaunting moon infuses the dreamer's innermost thoughts;
passionate verses adhering to the walls of the poetic heart as the shiny
limpets stick to the tidal rocks, making their ivocation to the invidious sea,
which glistens with its green and blue gemstones that reflect my sweetheart's eyes...

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

P.S. Translation: Sub loco citato/ In the mentioned place
Femmes Fatales/charming or seductive women

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Shroud of Brethren Blood

A ribbon of peace made of red, white and blue
Had fallen to earth on a breeze
With hopes that someone would take and hold true
The values so needed for peace

Alive in the colors, representation of man
The struggles in life so endured
All sewn together in one tight fine weave
Offering to all, peace assured

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Our Differences

Have you ever noticed
how some people look away?
They turn their head and watch the ground
untill you walk away.

What is it they're afraid of?
What is it that they see?
Don't they know we're all alike?
We're all HIS family.

The peace I need is hard to find
in a world so torn by hate.
Why can't we see things eye to eye?
Is it that hard to relate?

The differences we share
make each of us unique.
Then why is it when we look around
the world just seems so bleak?

If ever you should pass me
please hold your head up high.
I may not know just how you feel
but I promise I will try.

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Lifting Zephyr Prayers

Zephyr blown in violet bubbles
holding up the silver sky
filled with soapy wonderings
wishes made by you and I
Lying on the weaving grass
holding bliss in hands
Sending up imaginings
filled with human plans
Hoping they will splash the clouds
Knowing it will rain
to fill our eyes like hazel tins
to mesmerize our minds again
Wishes slick with cinder snaps
on their way back down
Bubbles cannot hold their skin
on thoughts this tightly wound
We will blow the sky away
wrapped in silver bows
and send our wishes in our prayers
eternity to flow.

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Women are quickly adjusting to modern times
by being more liberal and independent of men;
gone is the housewife, mother and wife,
who stayed home and took care of her children...

On the other hand, men seem to have lost their power
as breadwinners by becoming less caring and loving husbands;
families rarely gather at dinner to discuss matters, 
and this daily celebration pleased their Creator...

Martin Luther was assassinated and John F. Kennedy followed him,
so did his brother Robert and America watched and mourned;
these were, indeed, difficult times that changed the image of a nation,
and the innocent blood spilled by hatred spread more indignation...

Unexpectedly, something marvelous happened which brought awareness;
and soon after the American astronauts landed on the barren and grey moon,
everyone wanted to declare their rights as abiding and loyal citizens
of a country that suppressed freedom and created unneccessary choas and gloom...


This teen was powerless and horrified witnessed these events that changed America,
peace, justice and fairness were far cries from reality, more needed to be done; and mama
didn't want to lose me when the Vietnam War started and hippies refused to pick up arms;
and their peaceful songs are a  reminder of a youth spared by God for His great purpose...

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Tourquoise Water

Swimming in the turquoise water
broad becomes my vision
Diving in the rippled metal
Clear is my decision
From afar I seem as just
a speck engulfed in liquid
but I know I'm not alone 
and that becomes my secret
Water gliding through my fingers,
dancing on my brow
Seaweed makes a stringy wreath,
a strange but regal crown
The surface skin has let me in
enveloped all my weight
Turquoise water in my veins
floating out in space...

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Just a Second, Mable Applebee

I'll meet you in the backyard
with chinaberries and tea
with cut-offs on and marigolds
and photographs to be
We'll dig a trench and tunnel
We'll run through sprinklers too
We'll tangerine the afternoon
until the sky is blue
The world will whirl around us
the summer bolting by
We'll lay on woolen blankets
and blow kisses at the sky
We'll plant another fig tree
and push around our thoughts
'till they all line up in obedience
and produce the goods they've brought
If you will speak a story
then I will hum a song
and maybe the birds on the back phone line
will fly on down and sing along
If we can muse the day light
to bite a chunk off the moon
then maybe the day will unravel away
on this perfect afternoon...

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Where have all the heroes gone
In this nation facing war
Do you have faith in government now
You reap what you sew, no more.

A mother waits for the return of her son
A father is waiting for the war to be done
A son is praying for his Dad to come back
A daughter cries out, the night seems so black

Tension keeps mounting, tears have been shed
While Washington routinely tallies the dead
Where are the heroes, do they exist any more
Are the heroes the ones' protesting the war

I would die for my country and I would die proud
But over this war hangs a horrible shroud
We hear empty promises from our president's tongue
We're not saving the world, we are killing our young

There is only one fact that should not be refuted
When terrorists are caught, they need to be executed
If we don't follow it through, we can't protect our land
As death is the only answer they understand

Please don't tell us this is a necessary war
Repeating Vietnam, we've heard it all before
Tell us now as this war rages on
Where have all the heroes gone?

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After dusk, with this gift
of a dusting bowl of fireflies
we're in tune, with bare feet
on the minty sugared grass
Flying wisps, dandelion
light on tails and giggles too
Humid breath in the air
toward the moon an ocean view
Sparkle wings, sleepy eyes
breath of sweetened apple trees
mark the night to be crisp
after dusk pulls in the breeze
With this gift, we elate
with a glow upon our cheeks
Fireflies, summer skies
closing eyes in quiescent peace.

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Kiss of the Virgin Surfer

Fallen into pools of blue
with salty water clipped and froth
You want to breathe as the fishes do
electric eels, eccentric shock
Sifting through sand in transit
feet turned to fins in black
Shoreline eclipsed by a crested wave
Nod to the sun, there's no turning back
Paddle like pipeline awaits you
Shoulders taut, sun bleached out hair
Twisted in torso and strong in belief
that the wave of all waves is out there
Break into barreling cobalt
Shake off the spray from your face
The sea spits you out in the ride of your life
You slide onto land with a smoldering grace
Sleep with the movement of currents
Dreams rich in bubbles and bliss
Engulfed in the shadow of wishes and waves
The sea silent now with the weight of your kiss...

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Life, Over Easy

I'll be the sweeper of dust and of dreams
and eggshells left over from sorrow
I'll rally to you when all the else fails
and you close your eyes to tomorrow
It's not the end of the world at 3:30
just 'cause the sun hides it's head
It's not up to darkness to break us in pieces
dusting our shell hides with dread
You are the spark in a lifetime of living
carefully glued and unglued
You will be solid, detailed and delicately
repaired while the springtime ensues.

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Sky Bright

Quickly the rain had fallen from the blackened clouds
As the children all scattered for the need to stay dry
They all were safe and had gotten from harms way
To the cars they had run, with never a question why

On the baseball field here, lightning can strike quick
We knew, at this point, we had to call off the game
No one was sorry, as the first two innings were played
But I stood there hoping and wondering just the same

It then just stopped, as quickly as it had started
Where in the distance, for me, there was a surprise
Something I had never seen before, so strong and clear
But a rainbow so bright had appeared before my eyes

Others were saying there were two lapped in the sky
Being colorblind I could never see the ones subdued
But this night, as the sun was yet to descend
I witnessed a bright miracle, as it came into view

I couldn’t tell you the colors, there, that I saw
I could only say that it was a beautiful sight to see
This, my friends, is truth as it happened just last night
Now, I hope it will appear again one day just for me

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Sky Dew

Stars skim the Milky Way
Perspire molten dew
Engulf the soundless wonderment
and blow it into view
Down below the aquifer
of clouds and palpitations
we watch burnt skies ignite and fly
beyond imaginations...

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Past Perception

It is with eyes that we as people, see
Not ever seeing what truly lies below
It is with ears that we as people, hear
But it’s with our hearts that we will truly know

Look not at a person, seeing the clothes worn
Look not and see the car they own or drive
Hear not the ramblings of an upset person
Look and listen hard to why they are alive

To perceive, I think is a downfall of mankind
As we never really thrive to learn what’s true
We seldom sit and try to understand what’s right
That’s where one would lose the site of you

For we must not look with the eyes, though they see
For we must not hear with the ears, though they hear
To not judge, nor be confused, to know the real you
We need to see and hear with hearts, get past fear

Fear is the guide that stops us from knowing
Fear is the lock that keeps us in one place
Perceive not, for then they are just opinions
Look down deep within, beyond one’s face

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Appreciative Eyes

Earthen figs, blooming soil
with leaves stiff leather fanned and bright
Green desire, invisible sky
with white cloud shadows in the whites of my eyes
Papaya pulp, caviar seeds
like the swollen thoughts of summer trees
Warm the skin, juice the chin
like orange blood from sea urchin seas
Breath of lungs, sun begins
to saturate kidneys and mush the mind
Braided fern, dragonfly dance
to float the air with swirling shine
Hazel eyes, chameleon turn into
what strikes their fancy on whims of light
Trap this moment, bottle the earth
What a gift, what a feast for my appreciative eyes...

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Dream Sifting

Sleeping sprawled with open mouth
like bears, in caves, in winter
Dreams cling to your lady bug lights
and rain back down in splinters
Splinters of thoughts carried away by the day
and absorbed into weavings of nights
Swirling around in your room at the sound 
of my footsteps ~ a luminous sight
Thick in the midst of your sweet mind's spring cleaning
True hibernation of youth
In the peace of your sleep, I watch over you, keep
all the dreams that you don't want to let loose...

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Blanket the Earth

Like all hands, together, across the wayward planet,
Reaching out, in unity, to touch the endless sky,
Form a forever quilt, a soft warm cozy blanket,
A magnificent tapestry of hope, before our very eyes.

The earth would lay barren if not for the advance of man
But, it will become barren as a result of all they choose.
Spread out the blanket across the entire world and sky
And lay in the comfort of warmth, with nothing ever to lose.

Let this blanket be placed by all with desire and care,
Laying ever so gently, so to snuggle safe and loved, within.
Blanket the earth with a bounty of love and goodness
And like a fine soil, let it bring new life and hope again.

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Mother's Silent Words

Weep not, dear sweet child, 
Your mother lives in the sky
Remember she loves you
And will be keeping an eye

She is smiling so pretty
As she watches you grow
She is ever so proud
She wants you to know

She wants you to be happy
Not shed any tears
She wants you to be strong
To control all your fears

She holds in her hands
A trinket of her love
She’ll bestow on you, child
When you meet her above

Now, she wants you to know
It’s important to go on
Keep her in your heart, loving
And forever be strong

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Backyard Memoirs

Tangerine shells, hollowed of pulp
left out to dry like pumpkin debris
Surinam cherries, peppered with bite
red juicy flesh, but mostly just seed
Sky line of rain trees, cloud chomping blue
to eat up my dreams and float me to sea
But, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes
that right now resemble the woman in me
I'm not a fool, to live in these dreams
balmy and breathing the salt in the air
I've given up all of my conjuring thoughts
smashing up memories 'till you appeared
Tangerine shells, skin of my skin
now part of the soil at a home that's not ours
Leveled of trees, blown to the ground
Lifetime of growth stripped to earth in but hours
Still, mostly there's you, laughing with eyes
listening strong as I storied my dreams
I'm not a fool, with wisdom defunct
but there's no leveling me by my memory's decree.

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My Time

Sitting, patiently, waiting for the catch of a lifetime
My line sits still in the calmness of the lake
My mind, well, it’s someplace other than here
Perhaps on a beauty, of whom I’d partake.

In any case, the time goes slowly by, draining
Me of my energy and of all of my dreaming thoughts
If I don’t catch something real soon to bring home
Then a trip to the store is in need, for fish to be bought.

This time alone, well, it is so very rare, indeed,
But a necessity, I’d say, just to sit and to dream.
I’m thankful still, though nothing is biting today.
It allows me the time to just let off some steam.

Well, wouldn’t you know it, a tug on the line,
Maybe a big ole catfish, one to put up a fight.
I can now leave here knowing, I got what I needed
And I’ll be eating real good sometime later tonight.

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Wilt Me

Drizzle languid silver sleep
upon my lids, lashes curled
to trap my dreams, lest they escape
and sink to the bottom of oceans
Let the windows kiss the sun
hold my face, warmed to sleep
liquid limbs, to slumber on,
and wilt me the afternoon...

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Your Heart's Door

Why don’t you tell,
How God sent His love,
How a happier trail,
Was sent from above.

Give God the Glory,
For what you should do,
Tell people your story,
Of how He saved you.

That Mansion so bright,
Is made for a few,
For someone of light,
Is that someone you?

If Jesus has saved,
That lost soul of yours,
Then He has engraved,
A heart full of doors.

I hope you will open,
Your heart's door to God,
While others are moping,
In this world abroad.

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Another World

In the world of the blind, all would look the same
No physical imperfections, or skin color, just name
People wouldn’t be judged on the way they appear
In the world of the blind, we’d only feel and hear

In the world of the deaf, no bad words abound
No curses, no comments, no, not ever a sound
If one was to utter the harshest, let’s say
In the world of the deaf, we’d just walk away

In the world of the mute, not a bad word expressed
No anger, no hatred, the world would be blessed.
No stupid thoughts or evil would ever come through
In the world of the mute, only loving we’d do

Many people think these things are just afflictions
But in all of these worlds, no needs for inflictions
For peace and for calm would almost always exist
In the world of these people, are senses really missed?