We see them drop the bombs, hear them boast of victory,
It's time to raise our voices, do not forget your history!
We see cities wreathed in flame, children choking in the haze,
We hear the bullets fall like rain, lives destroyed beneath cruel gaze.
"We are God's chosen!" I hear them cry, but can't forget the empty eyes,
The soulless laughter of evil deeds, when will humanity finally rise?
Soldiers laugh and mock the dying, while parents grieve a child lost,
If you have never suffered, how can you know the cost?
How can we bear to watch, but we cannot look away, For the cruelties of next year, began in steps today.
Cry for the sorrows of our brothers, for the blood that stains our hands,
Cry out for Justice here and now, across every nation's lands!
Do not protect the wealthy, make them stand before our courts!
They defy our laws and mock us, so let Justice run it's course!
It is time to take accounting, for what each of them has done!
Hold them all responsible, let them now face the gun!
Until every human is free, we are all of us enslaved!
My Cheerios are lined up - wow!
In very straight a row
I can count to 20 now
But after that ... don't know
A handsome boy sits next to me
On him, I have a crush
I'd like for there a kiss to be
But Mom says not to rush
I finished school, got a job - boon
I've had a steady man
If he won't ask the question soon
then I suppose I can
My baby birds are growing up
And some have left the nest
We'll miss each other sorely - yup!
But know it's for the best
My parents gone. Spouse, Heaven's gain
And many a dear friend
I'm grateful a few still remain
On them, I will depend
As I rise from my slumber and from my dream
With my goals for the day, yet unforeseen
I’ll stretch and yawn
Like Grass on The Lawn
And say, “Good morning, Lord”
With a morning smile I can afford.
Start my morning with God in mind
Will certainly prove to be divine!
I’ll hum a tune or maybe two
For the Lord to brew.
Mid-day at work or school
It would be rather oh so cool
And definitely fair and square
If I whispered to God a little prayer
Even if just to say “Hello Up There!”
Before I stop to converse with my mom
What occurred today with Mary and Tom,
And what teacher said
That had me dread
The blue sky hue
Turn to gray debut
I shall run and hide in my secret room
And first tell God to weed and prune
The horrific occurrences of the day
That chastised the sun to go away!
And when the night is on the rise
And my eyes catch the twinkle of the stars on high
And the moon shines bright
As I lay myself down for the night
I’ll whisper a prayer to God above
To pardon and guard me with eternal love….
THE BABY WHO CRIED WAY TOO LOUD
There was a baby in Kochi town,
In a cradle of wood, lying down,
Who wailed “oh shi!” with endless might
, And won the medal for loudest cry!
His voice rang out both far and near,
Through Gujarat streets, Jaipur clear,
It echoed in Delhi’s bustling bazaar,
Like thunder booming from afar.
He cried and cried, the people prayed,
For silence, peace, a calm cascade.
His mother stuffed her ears with care,
Cotton buds to save her hearing there.
Crowds arrived from far and wide,
To see the baby’s sonic tide.
Windows cracked, bangles broke,
As if the earth itself had spoke!
James the tourist came to see,
His ears bled from the baby’s plea.
Aunt poured oil to soothe the pain,
But still the cries began again.
At last, on day six, came the cat,
Catter the clever, catty cat.
She leapt inside the cradle bed,
And massaged the baby’s neck instead.
The baby paused, began to purr,
It loved the gentle paws on fur.
And after a decade, peace was found,
returned to the village ground.
The years have gone by
The scars never healed,
You still think you won
The fight on the field
Laughing and smiling
As I hit the ground,
With your fist in the air
I will not forget that sound
You beat me, bruised me
Hit my every nerve,
Now I hear you have gotten
Just what you deserve
To this day, I am grateful
To have ever known you,
Otherwise I might have been
The greatest bully, too.
For my sweet Claire, Caedon, Colton, and Scarlett
This for you is a promise ring –
let me tell you what it means.
A reminder that you are always loved –
no matter how hard life may seem.
That I love you, and so do others –
that your love that your best and your worst.
And you love to love just as much as I do –
but please promise to love yourselves first!
These rings that I made mean forever –
(forever) have your own space in my heart.
And forever I'll always be with you –
Yes, that's even when we're far apart.
Now lastly I give you this symbol [Vegvisir] –
(which is) a promise all in its own.
No matter how lost you may find yourself –
That you will always find your way home!
I love you SO much! Never ever forget! Love, Mommy
(And Aunt Chelsea)
FLOWERS OF LOVE
Flowering Children;
Essence Of God’s Love Garden:
Fruits Of Happiness:-
Whilst are glowing in whose midst
For each fruit tree's
Flavours to try
The privileged sense of it
Passes we by.
Where each old world's dying wish
Celt's, Greek's, spear-dropped
Blew them, be us!
Faint, mythic isled; if yarded
Less serious!
A stamp retreating to a corner
Travels round the world
Without boundary
No political
Colourless
Timeless
With wavy emotion of the lovers
With startling surprise of the children
With overwhelmed joy of the parents
And now with the humbleness of me
Who is one of his owner
there was a vespa parked on road
billy the buffalo had never rode
it was huge hundred pounds
the vespa struggles under the sound
billy's bellow made it sickly plead
for peace against the massive beast
billy started the vespa fast
and horned loud and rode it past
houses looked at it with awe
uncle hari nicked his ear in awe
the dogs of street glared at it
people in their car stopped to see
it raced and raced till it reached the race
"STRONGEST SPORTS CAR WILL RACE"
billy entered the race with vespa
the poor thing almost collapsed hard
yet raced against fierce cars
till it reached the ending point bars
the buffalo got off and took the prize
the human in car watched in demise
the vespa took a final breath
and fell down on the pavement left
billy jumped into the lake
it had won the race for the vespa's sake
There’s nothing about leaving children when parents drift apart.
Nothing about loosing children that walked into your heart.
Biologically not mine but I treat you as my own.
With seven of you together, I was never ever alone.
But for years I stood on the side line and let time pass us by.
Not realising the man you turned into and now im asking why.
Life took us in a different direction and we went our separate ways.
Yet through your little brother I’d hear your laugh, and your naughty little ways.
I’d still hear about all the things you did and I’d check in once or twice.
But nothing could prepare me for the news of your demise.
With heavy hearts and memories vast
That little boy you’ll stay
The one that walked into my home and heart
The one that got away
Risibly eyed.
As oft do guage
What to them and at their age
Is comical.
Sweeter, softer.
As oft tracing
A kindred innocence in
The animal.
Like a morning after
But with a new born now in tow
The euphoria of birth’s endorphins
Not yet downed by postpartum blues.
Forget the labor unions
And their favored status this holiday
This is really a national holiday
About women, and what they are best at
And indispensable for
Children!
Mother’s Day is great of course
As a Hallmark celebration
But Labor Day is equally about mothers
But because of what mothers
Are actually mothers of
Children!
Happy post Labor Day everyone
Because we are all someone’s child.
(9/8/26)
Take a look around the world
people hurting everywhere you look
I ask you where is the love
Today stop think before you speak
Then love can really leak
out to the person hurting on the street
Friends no longer friends
Why is this , because loves gone away
Once walked hand n hand
Now can't look each other in the eye
Children treated cruelly too
Everyone is seeking to be loved
Will you make a difference my friend
And let your love send
Out to others who seek it so much
We can make a difference today
Stopping hurt, chasing blues away
Reach out and touch somebody's heart today
When going to school at a tender age,
The little girl would put on her socks and shoes,
Give her parents a goodbye kiss,
And run out with her school bag and lunchbox,
A smile upon her face, filled with joy and happiness,
Excited to learn a new word from her teacher.
Days turned into months,
And months into years,
Until finally came her graduation day—
The day she would leave those beautiful school days behind.
Afterward, her school uniform and school necessities
Rested quietly in the wardrobe,
Becoming memories of her beautiful early days.
She looked at them, sighed, and said,
"Indeed, this is where you finally ended,
After being with me through my beautiful early days." ??
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