Abc Freedom Poems | Abc Poems About Freedom

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Crystallized tears

Crystallized tears
When time, marched by the flame of a candle
The fear, from the swords and peak of the temple
When the virgin liberty was in a dungeon
Tyranny was and is still for souls to be sunken
New belief,  a hope, lifts inquests and conflicts
Empires, built on bones, and by others eclipses
The game of kings, the war, ascendancy and gain
With their seers, they conquest more and again
The crystallized tears, marked the face of the earth
From timeless injustice and the avarice's mirth
Thence, the cannon, from the crust was born
And the flesh of man, continues to be torn
The war and coins are the trade of their life
Thence, greed and death for the elite, shall thrive
The fabrics of history, was sown by them and then
The keys of the globe, were in chains and so was the pen 
The hope, was an orphan and lived with ghosts
The rise of freedom, was seen far and from every coast
Thence, tyranny turned the fear,  from sword  to fear by law
So the the elite can keep their  liberty by code and claw
The ocean in quest, to the harbor, was by his waves
To wash the marks on land printed by the feet of the slaves
Freedom, he said, is the breath of the soul, to be blessed
Since dawn, it tantalized earth and man to have rest
Those souls, as yet, fighting the chains and webs
Until eternity, by the elite, they will remain oppressed

Dr.Mohammed F A Alrazak

Copyright © Dr.Mohammed Alrazak | Year Posted 2016

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Cry of A Successful Man

With love comes consequence
With hope comes failure
With triumph comes fear
With peace comes worry
With riches comes pain
With poverty comes envy

Copyright © Apolo Amai | Year Posted 2013

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Be Free

                                                “ Be Free”

                           None of all the people knows me like the rest
                                     Yet they judge me the best
                                    They say bad things about me
                                      That I’m a hero wanna be

                                 The truth is that they don’t know me
                                 All they see about me is negativity
                             Is it because I’m not cool like they’re hero
                             All I can say is that I don’t care about you

                           They call me a thief a thug and laugh about it
                                       I’ll just get my phone and sit
                                  Turn the volume of the music high
                                       Then I’ll just sleep or cry

                                       All of the misunderstandings  
                                 People who are calling me bad names
                                  Rejecting me hurting me criticize me
             This world have rejected me but I just wanna fly in the sky and be free  

Copyright © Lance Christopher Esmas | Year Posted 2015

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F- Flight of ones senses, delight with a name.
R- Religion without fences, carry on from day to day. 
E- Earthquakes from desires, caught with-in natures way.
E- Equipped is which it came.
D- Destiny and fate with it that they came.
O- Oppression to a minium, jumping for the cake.
M- Many men and families striving for it's name.
 Freedom isn't a option in a lot of parts of the world.
Ruth Courtney

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012

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sometime i work so hard
but a kind of ppl make it bad
thats make me feel so deep sad
you know i just laugh on dm laud 

some of dm think they'r British
shit weak up ur just like a bitch 
u can't handle it so u just scratch
ur self cuz u losz ur dream nd u can't  catch

Copyright © anasse kamal | Year Posted 2014

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A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

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Land of the Free

"America the Beautiful"

Benefactor of our freedom

Continued strength re-born

Dedication and promise to protect

Equality and "The pursuit of happiness for all"...

Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2013

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hip hop won't die

 some days I'm neither decisive nor constant still in mid step advancing parallel combining 
 due stress pre-tense in depth, feign fair, fair is not love nor hate,objecting 
 lines turning war torn due reputations proceeding by stride and sweat pourn ,
 but the clocks  harder at  self gaining advantage and foolish lost to 
 insincerity,  caused by quotes barley  examples of thought misunderstood .

Copyright © Jason Schropp | Year Posted 2014

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You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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I am a Jewish boy 
I wonder if I will ever survive 
I hear people screaming and crying 
I see skinny people with shaved 
I want to see my family 
I am a Jewish boy 
I pretend to smile 
I feel very scared 
I touch something that feels like a 
I worry if I will ever survive 
I cry when I see dead bodies 
I am a Jewish boy 
I understand someone ought to die 
I say people will survive and 
freedom will come 
I dream that I will survive this 
catastrophic event 
I try to save other people 
I hope for freedom 
I am a Jewish boy

Copyright © Vinnie Magnani | Year Posted 2013

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Cloud and rain

Cloud of sad ghost. Rain of pleasant past storage.

Copyright © zenn zenn | Year Posted 2015

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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My Being

Clumsy days and hazy nights

Haunting and bring me tears

I should stop perturbing

Whilst my heart still whipping

Wrath of nature is just reflection

Of my fragments that created imprints

Within my being that stands steadfast 

Even in the darkest days of my existence.

Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2012

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Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go 
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning 
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability 
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him  as much as  I did

(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)

Copyright © Stefanie Jones | Year Posted 2012

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Veterans Of Our Heart

Veterans Of Our Heart

Many Men and Women for generations have joined the Military to fight for freedom of all, 
Many have been injured physically and mentally never to be the same. 
There are many many Soldiers who have died for our freedom To Be free. 
Our Soldiers are still standing tall no matter how hard the task . 
They are there. 
They have never let us down . 
They are all heros in my eyes and my love for them will remain ever so strong. 
So Veterans never have any doubt that noone appreciate you for what you have given up to pertect us all. 
Heres to you all Thank you Thank you  Thank You 
For being there On this Veteran's day and all year round 
Love to you all 

by Carmella Adkins Hohner 

Copyright © carmella hohner | Year Posted 2015

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the rainbow is out now, 
I saw it this morning on my way to school

the rainbow our heroes of old died fighting for
                                                         died believing for
                                                           died praying for
                                                              died hoping for
it is out now, I see it in that school bus painted Black and White and Indian by its passengers

I see it, you can see it too mother just open your eyes and sight beyond the obvious
                       see it in that black child eating a samosa over there

oh the beauty of its splendored colors. 

I see it, you can see it too brother just open your eyes and see beyond the nose: 
see it over that white soul walking the streets of Soweto freely

I see it,  its splendor like a flower garden in the sky

I see it on that public toilet with no inscription: “whites only” 
I see it: you can see it too father in the faces of the so called “born frees”

I see it in the tongue of that Indian man speaking Zulu
see it too buddy? On that black dude sharing a rugby field

i see the rainbow  wonderfully engineered by the selfless life of
Nelson Mandela
                Walter Sisulu
                               Ahmed Kathreda 
more like painted stars in the sky but only in the skins of a people-a rainbow natio

Copyright © Patrick Nigros | Year Posted 2014

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Rythem in Life

Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown  
Some people laugh and play 
Other people sit and stay  
We all want to wear it 
And even compare it 
In my room sometime strain at the wall 
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone 
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone 
The trust of the fact that 
We are not all that!

Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013

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                    What about  us…!!!     
The life of an ENGINEER  is not more less than of a NOMAID
Away from home
Days so good & bad
In a world of their own , they are all Dwelled 
  For them the world is all there, where they have nothing to loose
Nothing to fear
No difference of colour
 caste or creed is found there 
all runninG in one gear
Young brains with  truthfull hearts
Like the tides of oceans,, rain in skies ,breeze in mornings
they are flowing  within the tides of  fate where the destiny is a dream to them.
After all the hurry n furry for such a long time,,
The souls are all lead to dark.
Unaware of the world outside , they keep grooming their faith .
But its All watered when they come to know,,, that time was like a woe.
Broken hearts with shrinken thoughts look for the way…in the land of greedymen
The unlonging hope is all graved like a parrot in lion’s den
& the minds with quest wonder with thrust  ,, where to rest
& what  is best.
We are no beasts from mars or Neptune, 
We are the beings of distant thought.
We are the part of a world you are,
We seek refugee from the curse of fate & the curse of  being called as a fresher.
No men are born with everything learned,, with a fine coarse of time all have to learn..
To learn & earn is the soul aim ,
To progress and prosper everyday ,
But we are still at the same bay,,, when they return us with same astonishing  say…(fresher)
Itsn’t we are incompetent but u are…
Itsn’t we have  left the hope. .we always will walk for us
For whatever & however it is we are still in our way,,
 singing the same 
What  about  life…
What about us..!!

Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015

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the spirit of a soldier

My heart is cold my mind is dead I have no more tears that I can shed.Alone forever I shall be with no love or family.This road is dark but I see a light I believe I will make it without anyone by my side.I am independent that will never change I am a marine and that will never change.I cant unseen or undo what I have done but yet I will forever be gods son.I fought for my country I love nothing or no one can come above. Freedom is a good cause for dying for.I cant wait to knock on heavens doors. No demon can over come me when it comes to the devil I will defeat.Rest in peace to all the soldiers that have falling.Now I have to go destiny is calling

Copyright © Jayson Gargiulo | Year Posted 2016

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Staying Calm,Thinking Positive

If I Stay To Myself This Will be Better 
Not As Where I Shut Others Out 
But Shut The Bullshit Out 
If I Stay Positive In All I Do ill Get Some where 
In My Life 
If I Express My Feelings And Not Hold Them in, 
I Won't Have So Much Stress 
Only If I Not Worry Then I can get A lot Done 
And Won't feel like Shit 
If I Pray And Work On Thing Everyday, 
Then Maybe, "just Maybe: Something Will be Done 
Or "get Done" 
I'm Fire Ball, 
When I Come In Being Detriment In What All Needs Done 
I Will Fire My Gun Of Power For Straight 
For Emotions I have 
Ill Fight Till Thee End No Matter What Fail Issue 
That's Calling 
Shall I Never Back Down 
But To Stay High And Fly Like A Angel 
just A Focuses Women 
Doing Her own Thing  

Copyright © Ashley Evans | Year Posted 2016

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if i told you i wAs deaf

If I told you I was deaf would you turn away
Or would I read your lips that tell me its ok
Would you understand if I start to use my hands
And tell you how I feel
If I tried to speak and the words weren’t complete
Would you smile and think less of me
Or do you really see me for me and not a disability
If I began to stare would you realise
How much I need to see and listen with my eyes
If I began to touch would you be offended
If I began to point to what I want or intended
You can take my hearing aid
To you its just another game
You can take my love yes that’s ok
No matter what you take from me
Can’t take my identity
It’s mine
But come closer I want to share it with you
I will show you how to sign the words
I love you too
I will show you how to laugh and be proud
I don’t care who’s watching I want to I sign it out loud
Can you see me for me and not my disability
Would it sound strange to say
I am a language minority
Take me for who I am and I can laugh with you
See me for what I am and show some respect too
Only then you will find that in visual mind
I just might love you too.

Copyright © kay alexander | Year Posted 2014

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I Am Who I Am

Its bad enough that everyday I walk down memory lane, &&' It really puts me in alot of pain. I've been doing the best that I can, but I am who I am. I'm getting tired of everyones exspectations, people always pulling me in different directions. Even when I'm falling down, people still push me on the ground. I'm gonna keep trying, no more lying. No more games, done mentioning names. Being two-faced isn't cool, it just makes you look like a fool. I'm never looking back, that life was wack. I'm done trying to make everyone happy, when they treat me so crappy. I may not have alot of friends, in the end, but atleast I don't have to pretend. I'm gonna be true, with or without you. You'll see, I'm done letting people get to me.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name, would still smell as sweet.
When life is like a roller coaster in a maze.
Competition here and there,
When really, all we need is care.
A preconceived idea of what it all meant,
Sisypheanial love for more wealth,
Whereas, all it does is eat away our health.
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
Fearing all and what we don’t know.
I don’t know, 
But I just can’t change.
The times we become so numb to what we’re saying.
Ain’t we meant to speak the same language daily?
Nah, it’s an era founded from oppression.
A world rooted in hate, yet we all ignore this,
The same hate that caused wars from religion,
Even gender to skin colour,
Not to talk of ethnicity too.
And then we talk about freedom.
What is really free?
A world where we pay for even our breath,
A free gift of nature to man,
Remember the bill for water?
Its human right for everyone.
Really, who is fooling who?
On Sabbath, I was taught something else,
And when you preach hate, those words ain’t anointed.
And then I sit still and remember eternity.
When else is more comfortable remaining voiceless.
No freedom till we are all equal,
We preach progress with the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause.
Till the day we can be united by love and not by law,
That day, we have changed “US”
Whatever God you believe in, 
The fact remains, we come from the same one.
I’m crying no more,
Cause one day, we’ll all be gone.

Copyright © Mubarak Adeola | Year Posted 2014

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long walk to freedom

 ,We the nation that survived 
discrimination building a 
civilization brand new evolution 
94 new birth welcome to earth    
You fought for our freedom 27 
years in prison coz u had a 
vision of a united nation 
without the separation or 
discrimination  of race now we 
able to embrace with ur grace 
and u deserve to be praised 
wasn't easy for u for the 
things u went threw I can't 
rem the time or what u do but 
I rem u say that its all for u 
,the pillar of the country 
strength of the nation 
accusation that they convicted 
u were innocent in a situation 
a united nation what u fought 
for peace to the core is what u 
are u blead for the dead even 
thou ur bed was a concrete 
slab  they made u sleep on 
the floor till u cudnt take no 
more watching as the waves 
clashed the shore in robbin 
island u never hated or 
retaliated u took it in smile 
always kept ur head up and 
moved forward till 1994 u rose 
up from floor opened a new 
door to the fellow sA brand 
new leader 1st black president 
who was her to represent the 
entire human race with a 
smile and embrace the 
greatest leader ever lived I 
wonder if u ever had doubt if 
u thought u ever be the 
greatest profecy and a ever 
lasting legacy I can't imagine 
what they put u threw since 
they didn't have a clue what u 
were trying to do and u saved 
our life from sacrafice 94 
years olD and u still going 
strong I wana be like u but I 
can do what u did so we tAke 
our hats off to be proud to be 
a south african and living with 
a hero like u and u nelson 
mandela we praise u we follow 
u we love you for what u went 
threw what u did do and u 
knew we would be free some 
day and we pay that u stay in 
our hearts forever and wen 
we think abt the stormy 
weather we realise to the 
point of suprize its a picture 
perfect moment at this very 
moment this song is to remind 
the fellow sa that u made it 
possible a strong man with a 
plan who took a stan and I'm 
ur num 1 fan mr mandela

Copyright © kiressan pillay | Year Posted 2013

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Women's Rights to Live

How can you say women don't have rights?
knowing inside we have the will to fight
how can you say we can't do this or do that?
when we know one fact
that we have a mind of our own.

How can you say women are second rate people?
knowing deep down we are all equal
because we all are born the same way.
How can you say we are built to do certain things like were machines?
knowing we have dreams
just like you.

Because I'm a woman; you think I don't have the right to do what I really
want to do?
like I can't use my own voice?
are you that ignorant?
can't you all see that gender isn't even a choice?

Human rights is to be free
willing to use our minds to be anything we want to be
human rights is to express one's true self
to let it all out from him or herself
so how can you say I have to have the rights in order to be what I want to be?
knowing all along I do have those rights to do what I want to do
or maybe you can't see that I'm human like you
an there's nothing in the world that can change that.

Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014

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The chains of freedom

               "The chains of freedom"
They say i was born free,
All i see is, the lies and me.
My reality is the obvious truth
For am the pawn played by them to amuse
The liberty of choice is ment for those with the W.H.O.
The rules will meander amongst the obstacles of the giver .

To soldiers at war
For freedom our flaws
Its cause for they bore
The lives they give for freedom in store
The illusion of man that chains the existence of time.
The "mythe" of " we can" is but a fiction that directs our spine
We but a slave of the law
Man the orchestrator of them all
I am but a being with flaws
To that i reconcile with thee
For the notion to be free is poor 
In his image i am but greatness that wouldn't be 
In a globe fashioned with abundsnce of beauty within
The notion of been free, is wishing for a planet free from the eyes on my skin.
                                By Lekene Paul

Copyright © Paul lekene | Year Posted 2016

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Creative People

Creative people far and wide, east to west.
Those who paint, sing, and all the rest
            Those who lavish their heart onto their art
       Are individual expressions of God’s Grand Sonata 
  They create to keep the little details of life relevant,
And they keep their fire bright in its element.

                                      Artists can't be told who to be,
                                      For their spirits are free.
                                      All their creations, they admire,
                                      In awe of simplicity - becoming inspired.

                                      So creators of little things 
                                      Creators of greater things,

           Craft your aesthetic wings.
        For people with colorful minds
     Should fly away from this weeping world.
   And their homes are not here or there,
 Never bought nor sold,
But they live in the sacred realm of their souls.

Copyright © Noah Ploderer | Year Posted 2016

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Stop The Bombs

Stop the bombs,
They're killing our future
It’s hard to remain calm,
Forests are gone from fiery napalm.
Where are the natives gonna live?
Something’s got to give.

Stop the bombs,
Radiation lingering around.
Must again purify humanity’s crown.
Stop the bombs
To save the homeless man 
Reading the twenty-third psalm  

One Mushroom Cloud, war could be global.
Nature decayed and fallen out like Chernobyl.
The flash in the distance
Could be His second coming
Or nukes of resistance.
And yet the dove flies overhead

Perhaps its song can hush the war drum.
Dove flying overhead
Maybe it’ll give peace to some.
Dove flying above,
Bombs blasting below.
But let love’s organ blow.

Stop the bombs,
So salvation can abound,
Prayers for mercy sound,
Stop the bombs,
Children are crying on battleground.
May they see a world of peace,
Instead of an earth deceased.
May doves in cages be released.

Copyright © Noah Ploderer | Year Posted 2016

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The Inner Child

Digested by mortal strength, overpowered by passion of integrity,
The splendor of my forceful will,
Touched by heart,. Touch with imagination,
Yes, in the depths of my inner heart even still.
My dreams, my inspirations, my visions, 
a gift of awareness, revealed by my dignity.
Rewarded by truth of my own reality.
My inner eyes of sight, magically formed by
 tremendous substance and distinction.
Oh yes – the mystical, glowing beam of light.

It is the touch of heart, the touch of imagination,
The mystery, the startling spark of true determination.
It kindles the inward burning flame from unseen 
forces and unusual power.
Holding so tenderly, so effortlessly with no limits 
submerged by our hearts and minds in this very hour.
This reflected image -- our heart of cleansing purpose can find.
Within our very depths those hidden truths live 
Beyond the boundaries of our minds.

In time -- our destination shall be revealed.
Those hidden, silent ideals, yes our private
Truths shall no longer be concealed.
That special touch of the heart, the glory of our imaginations,
Our starving inner child, craving to learn, to grow, to know.
Longing for purpose, believing with open arms to receive.
As the years have passed, 
our imagination has dimmed, yes it has faded.
Now aching for that creative play to mend,
As your inner child has been lost in the force of the wind.
Reach for the touch of heart, once again,
Reach for the depths of your inner child’s imagination within.

Copyright © Cathy Kaiser | Year Posted 2014