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Details | Verse |
-Poetry Soup Kitchen-

Grab your aprons and spoon
Today we will not think of the stars and the moon,

Open your eyes, be grateful for all we have
Together we can paint the world
In any which way we desire

Let's give, live and celebrate the New Year
Poetry Soup Style
Happy New Year 
2015


By:PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014




Details | Light Poetry |



This sitting takes me to an attic of raw light bestowing foams of quiet glow for travelers unyielding to a precise compass of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds and nomadic lotus spreads. I release this soul buried in the kundalini to a congregation of ambient tunes saying nothing, taking flight unto a hymn of unknown obedience moved by elemental balance: no more weight or cities divided, united by forms of one, one core. My malleable flesh dissolves into tiny breaths; it comes and leaves with floating grace ascending the next chi , as I go deep, deeper… high, higher centering second, fourth, seventh chakra until this my body- mind- spirit marries in a ceremony of calm traversing zones unnamed by time, one with all senses, bliss or regrets… the airiness of journeying through this unshaped season fed by something unbidden in my life so blessed. I step outside my body, somewhere… without a trace that realms chop my head, searching for a mantra of stars… stillness fed.
* chi – life energy * kundalini--a force which ordinarily rests at the base of the spine. *chakras-major centers of spiritual power Roy Jerden’s Religious Poetry: Non-Christian Buddhism 10/18/2014

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Financiers feel superior to farmers
and pundits have it over poets.
All to the good because if you think America's
doing just fine, don't skip to the poetry reviews.
Our enemies are barbarous, our allies duplicitous
but our smart bombs are smart - that's how they found you.

Dad said all wars are resource wars. Follow
the money. The world needs more order, nothing
less than Nazis, never may the anarchic man's thoughts
be my thoughts, each shove sends a ping,
shields urge on shields, helmets helmets, we can be
the reigning kings between the last empire and the next

or implement a vision of collective deliberation
and binding agreements. Can China's navy
be harnessed to ensure free passage through
the South China Sea? We'll see how
things work out in the next generation.
In the meantime should I read Henry Kissinger's meditations?

He who thinks poetry's effete
probably considers Darwin a geek and Einstein
a postal clerk. Containment means leaving space
for the passionate and zealous to face themselves
and giving them missiles that don't work.
Slowing everyone down until one thing's done well -

governance or sustenance or brotherhood.
When violence comes to the neighborhood
the hierarchy will hold or fold, it is then the peace work proves relevant.
Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching outer space
for an entity to unite us as humanity.
That person, or city, is consciousness.

By that what is meant. Sitting still and thinking deeply
on the relation of anger to coercion,
systems for correcting the decisions of earlier presidents.
We're required to report incidents of depression
to a doctor because you're a valued member of of our community,
or so insignificant no one notices or cares.

How necessary the interface of war and poetry!





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015




Details | Sonnet |
To listen to the world with my silence,
And feel the breath of life move in an out.
To search this quiet with heart's abidance,
And touch the soul, to free the dark of doubt.
To see the peaceful motion of flowers,
As they dance in soft breezes without care.
Feel warmth from sun's light that gently showers,
Kneel at the altar of my soul we share.
In green meadows of my heart I will lay.
Caress my soul in holy interlude.
Within this silent calm I will stay,
And find peace in temples of solitude.

I'll calm the restless soul, quiet its storm.
Beautiful its world in its purest form.

contest solitary moments
2/3/16
music used..Once Upon A Time In The West
by Andre Rieu..violinist

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
There Are A Thousand Treasures Of Kings
Worth More, Than All The Wealth, There Could Be !
Some Say, It’s In A Kingdom Of Dreams
Others Say, It’s As Real As You & Me

The Legend Says, There’s A Kingdom Of Love
In A Kingdom, Far Away & Above
Kings-Treasures, To Be Claimed By The Best
Those Worthy Of Courage, To Quest

& So, This Is Where I’ll Start, My Friend,
Tho’, This Isn’t Where The Real Tale Begins
You See, There Was A Merry Band Of Adventurers
Who Went On A Quest, As Treasure-Gatherers

There Was Moses, The Freedom-Circle-Rider
Stayed His Course, Like An Eagle-Glider
There Was Goff, The Monk Of Sky and Trees
His Visions Of Life, Were As Open As Doors With Keys

There Was Kendricks, The Keeper Of ‘Interesting’ Tracks
& Marty, Of The Hale & Hearty & Power-Pen Pack
There Was Adell of Deep Wells  … & Dio, The Devoted
& Dame Brown Of Mountain-Ground, So Sweetly-Noted

There Was An Irish Lass, O’Leary Of Laughter
& The Golden Daughter Of Grace & Audrey Of Gifted-Banter
& Devonshire, The Dove &  Highlander Of Heather-Cove
Of First To Join Search:  For Soup & Treasure-Trove

Of Course, We Have A Prince Of Passion Land
& Ismael, A  Dream-Merchant From His Own Island
The Prince, Paints Of Pleasures; The Islander Speaks of Treasures
Both Know Of Biggest Royal Cache That We Could Ever Measure !

There Came Tim, The Archer Of The Wit-Forest
& A Determined Mother with Son, The Lady Doris
Maid Adams, Who Teaches How To Keep Cold Away
& The Lightning-Voice Of Linda Marie, Keeps Wolves At-Bay

There Is Sir Lamoureu of Sir Lancelot's Order
He Wields Words In Articulate Axes & Armor
And To Those Who Dare Say Chivalry Is Dead ...
Is Because -The Sonnets of Sir Lamoureu, They Have Not Read
& The Legendary Language That  Sir Lamoureu Pledge

Then There's Lady Linda, A Chatelaine & A Poet Destroyer
But  She Only Versus The Verses of The Vanity Voyeurers
Her Skill With Quill Accurately Quite Accords
As Proof of Pens Being Mightier Than Swords

We Have A Pretty Elf Known As Anne Lise Andresen
Her Piquant Topics of Poetry Makes Her Our Taliesin
And We Have Our Very Own Kind Maid Merryman
She Transports Adventures Better Than A Ferryman

Part 1  of  2

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Ballad |
I send out this 
     work 
to all of you 
     out 
     there 
     in 
     the shadows 
A light will come 
   to you 
if you want it to 
The great teachers and masters 
of the past 
    were not deceived 
by this mortal 
    coil 
  They knew we 
could over come 
    it 
if  - and only if 
  we were diligent 
in our efforts 
   The years have come and gone 
   Do you not see 
what is meant by happiness? 
  Do you see 
      that sending out poetry 
   is a magnificent thing?    
      Keep it up! 
    The years weigh heavily on 
all of us 
But if we persist 
    joy will come 
to us all!

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night 
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !


For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’ 
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …

                   Your Poet-Friend,
         
                           The  MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry |
“Peace” whispered a child. It was an arbitrary gust that carried the word to a 
young man who repeated it out loud in a very positive tone. “Peace” he said and 
the message caught the ear of a sprite old man.

Loudly he spoke into a fast moving breeze “Peace’ he declared and the air 
carried the communication miles dropping it into thousands of ears.

“Peace” roared the crowd and the word grew wings and flew into a hurricane 
that echoed in the ears of the masses.

Millions uttered “Peace” and in an irony of nature the moving wings of a tiny 
hummingbird sent the expression on a trip that encompassed the whole planet. 
The declaration fell on every ear and every person was sure their God had 
spoken to them.

Maybe he had because from that day on every human had the spirit of peace in 
the blood that flowed through their hearts. Peace was now the liquid that 
sustained them and with it they could explore the beauty that existed both 
within and outside of them.

“Love” whispered a child. 

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?



Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Something catches me form the corner of my eye
No one's home but I swear someone just walked by
There stands a man just beyond the lower stairs
Startled yet I'm not afraid as he looks at me and stares
I wonder who this presence is who's invading my home
He moves shooting a glance at me and proceeds to roam
Who's this strange man in the shadows Is he watching over me
Is there someone else he might be here to see
Once in a while he shows up to let me know he's here
I wonder if he visits  to see someone he holds dear
Is he just letting me know we are not alone
Is he lost and wandering trying to find his way home
This presence some may call a ghost who visits me
My grandson calls him Jack as he can also see
The ghostly presence shows himself just once in a while
When he chooses to drop by he always makes me smile

Copyright © Patricia Contreras | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |
Wind chimes,
Soft rhymes. 




* for Brian's Contest

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
The beauty of the dream
Even fools are allowed in
Misinformed and crawling on narrow stony roads
Yet in this land anything goes
We all have the right to our opinions and views
Apparently even old fools
One day soon
Guns will be taken
So that freedoms truly rule
As the clowns dance
One day
Poets shall rule

Remember this! Obama was no fool!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2018

Details | Light Poetry |
‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
Peace
Quiet reflection
Internal connection
External reaction
Time for visual extraction
Wisdom from the pearl
Of harmonious being
Searching and seeking
For the truth of life's meaning

Bright colors of the aura
Shine through the soul
Rainbows on the heart
Beaming spirit
Senses are awakened
Lost souls foresaken
Looking for past loves
To release the pain from before
Deep memories to explore
Internal calm
Path to harmony and joy
For now and tomorrow
Peace quietly reflects
The spiritual storm
Inner Connection
No longer torn

Copyright © Shelly Wiseberg | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
         ‘ Walk With Me … ’ ( Based On 23rd Psalms )



‘ Walk With Me ’… my Lord Said,
‘ Walk With Me and Be Unafraid
Walk With Me, and You Will Know
when You Walk With Me, I Go Where You Go …

I’ll Go Where You Must Go                                               Matt. 28: 20
We’ll Face Storms, That Blow
We’ll Face Every Lion’s Roar
... Even Face Death’s Door …

Because, If You Walk With Me … I Am The Key                   John 11: 25, 26
I Open Faith, To Set You Free
I Open Miracles and Possibilities
I Open Proof … So You Can Believe                                    Gen. 1: 1

… and I Walk, Beside Your Trail of Tears
I’ll Be The Light, Thru Your Darkest Fears
I’ll Walk Beside You, Thru All Paths of Pain
& I Promise You … We’ll Reach The Rainbow, After The Rain   James 2: 5

… All I Ask … is, ‘ Walk With Me …
and You ... Will Walk For Eternity …                                      John 3: 16


For Rhonda Hero – Stay Strong, Brave and Believe,
            My Poet-Sister …  Our Prayers and 
                 Christian Love Are With You

                                   MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |
Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry |
When I reached at 4,
My father brought, 
A packet of gift;
Held me to heart,
Kissed my cheeks,
Then handed to me, 
Saying "happy birthday my son,"
Opened and showed,
The Sten gun and pistol toy"
Saying "this is a perfect gift for boys";
Taught me how to use, 
Saying "Perfect machine 
for your 'war and peace' game";
Paused for some time,
Then gaze in my eyes,
He pulled the plastic trigger,
Displayed usage of toy,
Saying "world is violent, 
May need one day";

World spends more on weapons,
Than feeding needy poor;
Impels the innocent poor,
By provoking slogans,
of religion and race;
Stimulate virgin minds,
"To hold the gun in hand,
And ask for peace, parity";
Weapon deals are 
So profitable business,
All benefit whosoever involved;
Reaches to Hungry and poor,
Where Food and medicines,
Can't reach;
Weapon sale gets momentum, 
In the name of peace;
They know how to split,
Divide and rule;
In the name of world in peace;
Fly dove of peace in the sky,
Then give weapon to shoot;

© sadashivan nair

Copyright © sadashivan nair | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |
I stopped beneath a big oak tree
and tried to catch my breath
My body it was shaking still,
he scared me half to death

I pulled my notebook to my lap,
my hand it held the pen
And started writing poetry,
my love for her again

When then I looked above my place,
the branches filled with birds
They watched as I was writing this,
they chirped at every word

“Don’t let that old crow bother you”
I heard their voices say
“He wants to be the only one,
that’s why he acts this way”

“Just keep on writing poetry,
your verses are the best
Be yourself, you’re doing fine,
to that we can attest”

“There’ll always be someone like him
that tries to pull you down
But worry not, just wear a smile
in place of that old frown”

So that I did, I wrote and wrote
and didn’t have a care
So I could always send my love
to you I long to share

I penned for you a poem of
affections written deep
Hoping that close to your heart
my words you’d always keep

When then again I heard that voice,
my day then turned to night
“I see you’re writing poetry,
I knew that I was right”

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do,
we’ll put it to a test
You write yours and I’ll write mine,
we’ll see who is the best”

I closed my eyes and thought of us,
my mind held such a view
I wrote some lines of perfect prose
to say that I love you

He scratched and clawed upon his pad
and with an evil grin
He tossed the page down on the ground
and said, “Let’s go, begin”

I read the words that he did write
and if I must confess
I didn’t understand a thing,
his poem was a mess

Several lines of gibberish,
hate in every breath
Calling names of everyone,
he even threatened death

And then he read my offering,
a look came on his face
His feathers black had turned to ash,
his head hung in disgrace

For love shall win out every time  
in ink of gentle flow
“Go spew your hatred someplace else,
it’s time for you to go”

I watched him as he flew away,
a sulking fading bird
On silent wings he disappeared,
he uttered not a word

I often walk along that path
but now I wear a smile
For I’m still writing poetry
in my romantic style

Though I will not forget that day
as these words come to mind
“Hate will never pass the test,
it’s better to be kind”

Thank you for reading my poem.

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i am not the same person
i use to be because i am somebody
in Christ Jesus.

Nobody don't understand me anymore
because they don't know what i
went through during my trials
and tribulation.

Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i have been wash in the blood
of Jesus and i might not know it all
but my father in heaven loves me anyway.

Nobody don't understand me anymore
because i thank god for renewing my
mind with the word of god and 
fix my heart to loves everybody
that an't right in the kingdom.

Copyright © Katherine Jackson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Light Poetry |
Rainbows would never be rainbows
If sunshine had never met rain
No one would ever need comfort 
If there was no sadness or pain
But life holds both sunshine & showers
The days aren't all bright & fair
So look thru the showers for the rainbows
You'll always find hope shining over there.

Copyright © Shilpa Karthik | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |
i sit in front of window
i see magnificent scenery
brighter than the blue sky
clearer than the clearwater

i hear wind voice whispering to me
it hugs me firmly with its friendliness
passing by me spirit entirely
like spring breeze lodging in soul

so friendly that i feel inner peace
it stops time to cure my inner pain
it brings me to inhale a life
exhale all of scary tales

never have i felt such situation
might i always enjoy this wind
until the end of eternity
most lovely experience i ever have

Copyright © Christopher Calvin | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
The pieces of peace were handpicked
Picked in the heart of the night 
Shredded for an aspiration 
To clutch the lone torch contained by the dark
A glimpse for some unusual rank

Then comes the arrival of time  
With the angst that grow by day 
Comes the fast ticking of time 
 Hastening all; unnerved in the bay  

At this moment 
Love was censure by lust
In the euphoria of the game
Featured by despair and shame   
The eventful spar between the dogs and the baboons

And then comes the contest of blood
The Spartans, the spectators all flood 
Melancholy yet to befall 
 
Then it begins 
Passing through the span of day
Scotching rage of the sun
Little rain, little dry, little sounds of gun 

But the dogs and the baboons 
Tailback in fear; scowl 
And little by little 
Comes casting and counting  

And after a little while
Anger was unshackled 
Accompanied by lament 
Yet, not enough raison d'être to toss away the tot and the bathing water

Then comes the voice of command 
We were deprived!
It is our time!
Kill them anywhere you find them!
Rigging, rigging, rigging! 

Peace was shattered
Broken into pieces 
Like a bowl that fail out of safe 
And pandemonium overtook all

After a little calm 
Scores of guiltless essences met their Waterloo  
Mostly in the cities they ad-hoc  
Like those trapped for a catch

And their figures continue counting 
Some unassumingly lost to the swampy woods 
Searched by trained dogs and their masters 
Into the depth of the swampy woods  
Bled; death; covered in mud.

Copyright © Godwin Ibrahim | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
This a reunion of the human
choosing Love this a movement
What Is Black
Beauty to Behold
Poetry Expressions
Reason for the soul to flourish
Blessings know indeed
True to Ourselves
As we Live amoungst equal beings
no sequel seeings this is No time
For Judgements This Hyprocital System
Is Living a bidding Life Give Thanks
Riddin strife Givin Life as we Breathe
Live IT Light The LIfe thay we Lead
Prayers and Blessings And Well HEalth

Copyright © Christopher Coke | Year Posted 2005

Details | Light Poetry |
When on Remembrance Day
There is no one at the parade
The war is lost
Dead heroes’ died in vain

This shall be a countries shame


Note: Written for Remembrance Day Nov 11

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
Lord God,
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work

Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.

Amen 
09122012

People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |






                                                Moonbeams tease
                                                       Sparkle
                                                      And shine
                                                   Worlds apart
                                                       Echoing
                                                          The 
                                              Words of many hearts
                                               Lyrics strung together
                                                     Like beads
                                                           In
                                                  mellow moods
                                                Of color a tapestry
                                                      In dance 
                                                     Resonates
                                                     Friendship
                                                           In 
                                                        Pastel 
                                                     Jazz tones 
                                                      Titillating
                                                         The 
                                                 Palate of friends 
                                                     And lovers 
                                            That knows no boundary 
                                               And is endless as the
                                                     Milky Way 
                                                        above..



                          



                                                 All rights reserved 
                                                    A.Camacho jr.
                                                     1996- 2015

Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
I am Charlie
Je suis Charlie


I laugh at myself
I laugh at the world
I mock you with love
I love to contemplate
I love for humanity to think
There are no limits to freedom of expression
As long as we have no hate in the heart
Let us mock the universe
In gaiety and laughter

If we learn not to take ourselves too serious
Maybe just maybe
We shall feed a few poor
Maybe an act of kindness
Maybe we shall forgive and open our hearts
Maybe one shall rejoice and clap at a daily good deed given
Maybe our kindness will rank higher than our ideals
Maybe, just maybe, a cartoon can be just that
A Cartoon

We all have different views
Different tastes
Our diversity is our beauty
We can each enjoy that which we see as art
We can each ignore, that which pleases not the eye
Free choice is golden

Cold blooded killers
Have no place in our civilization
Whoever kills in the name of the most merciful
Is a fool and an infidel
If Allah was an artist
The infidels would be caricatures on a sketch pad
To be erased from all of humanity

Yes, I am Charlie

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013