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Hot Day

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Under the Summer Sky

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

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

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

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

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


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Blue's the Color

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


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A Soldier's Plight, Memorial Day

A Soldier’s Plight



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

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

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

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

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

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



John G. Lawless
5/26/2014


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Miriam

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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Total Destruction

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

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


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

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

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

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


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Memorize the Fragrance

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Quakers on Pacifism

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war,

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

Quakers are not pacifists anymore

 

By definition.  It’s not like before.

These things are individual.  We can cheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

 

We cannot break an invisible law.

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

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

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

We can have bacon, toast or Shredded Wheat.

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war – 

 

To be vegetarian, vegan or

In any way, restrict what one may eat.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.

 

This, Friends, is the conclusion we must draw – 

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

It is not “P. C.” to be anti-war.

Quakers are not pacifists anymore.