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Hallelujah - From the Mouth of Babes - with Silent One

The Guardian
		Melodic lullabies echo	
		As heart strings strum secret chords
		As transcendental images appear
		Stargazers are lost for words
		Kaleidoscopic Illuminations
		Paint the sky in optimistic light
		Hope descends in serene silence
		Floating through shadows of the night
		Dancing spirits move to dulcet tunes
		Shadows can be seen against the moon
		Oh Redeemer do you hear their call?
		Take with you those who have gone too soon
		Hallelujah- Hallelujah 
		Hallelujah- Hallelujah
From the mouth of Babes	
		To hallowed ground we trip hand in hand
		A new chapter to embrace in its splendour
		Ring out voices on notes sweet and clear
		To the universe our souls will surrender
		Fragments of the past spun into flags of freedom
		Our Victory March erased from strife
		Away with the racing winds ever so bold
		Singing Hallelujah to hail a new Life
		The lighter the air the higher we climb
		No more the fetid chitter chatter
		To the fading strains of a repetitive tune
		Not broken -We rise - We matter
		Hallelujah-Hallelujah
		Hallelujah-Hallelujah
The Guardian
		Cyber conducts no hateful words
		Whisper soft winds only of love
		Ring euphonious echoes of Rapturous joy
		While Heaven beckons from above
		Finally free from those who judge,
		Eyes glow as laughter begins to vibrate
		Running together through fields of freedom
		Babes hum rhapsodies that liberate.
From the mouth of Babes
		Jubilous our shouts as onward we go
		Skipping, laughing as each other we chase
		Heaven embraces as we run to her arms
		Soothed we feel in her cocooned embrace
		Dissipate grey clouds from this Promised Land
		Our Hallelujahs peal out sweet and light
		Celestial Symphonies reach a crescendo
		As the stars twinkle lustrous tonight
		Hallelujah-Hallelujah-Hallelujah-Hallelujah

Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Silent One for his contributions and collaborating with me to bring this message of Hope to parents and loved ones who have suffered the extreme sadness through loss of their innocent children and the dark despair that follows. 

Tragic as their loss is, this poem is to offer solace and perhaps help them understand their child has not totally gone. In ‘Hallelujah - From the Mouth of Babes’, this is what I envision it to be beyond the void of criticism and bullying, where Ethereal beings welcome them back to another innocent realm where they readily resume childlike exuberance. Perhaps, they will return in another time away from their dark experience.’

For my friend Kate Pennington an amazing lady dedicated to helping the youth in ‘Beyond a Joke’ Anti-Bullying Center, Australia, for whom I wrote ‘Starry Starry Night’ some time ago.

Copyright © Maria Williams/Silent one | Posted July 2017

POTW 9th July 2017

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The Grake - For Dr Seuss Contest

On a warm summer’s day, in the month of July,
in a town that’s as small as a grasshopper’s thigh,
walked a girl with a flower, her eyes looking down,
when she bumped into somebody wearing a frown.

Now this Someone was someone she’d met once before,
and the words that he’d said, she had tried to ignore;
so she turned on her heel and she headed away
but the Someone called after her, shouting out “HEY!”

He said, “Hey you, Missy, you know who I am?
I’m the Someone who will and the Someone who can!
I’m disliked in this town, but I know what I’ll do -
since they seem to hate me, then I’ll make them hate you!”

Now, the girl with the flower was starting to shake,
'cause she knew from before that this guy was a Grake!
And all Grakes are unstable, they’re mean and they lie,
and they like to cause trouble, and make girlies cry.

So the next day, she’s walking, her eyes are cast down,
when whom should appear but the Grake with the frown!
“See, I told you I’d be here, to maim and to crush!”
Then he shouted out words that would make a hog blush!

Well, the girl with the flower just stood there, confused,
'cause she didn't deserve to be hurt and abused,
just an unlucky victim of graking, it seemed,
from a Someone who’s vengeful, and grumpy, and mean.

So she just stood there silently, knowing she should,
'cause defending herself wouldn’t do any good,
and a crowd began forming, just gathering ‘round,
just to watch the poor girl, and the Grake with the frown.

And the Grake carried on for what seemed like an hour,
(for when Grakes have an audience, this gives them power).
He ranted and threatened, and made quite a shrill,
'cause he’s Someone who can and he’s Someone who will.

Now, the crowds that all came (and they stopped and they stared)
Well, they tried to speak up but they felt a bit scared
so they just stood there, watching, and shaking their heads
and they thought, “glad it’s HER there, and not me instead!”

Well, the next day it happened again just the same;
that Someone, that Grake, played his same awful game-
He attacked the poor girl and he caused such a scene,
and the crowd gathered round, just to watch him be mean.

And the girl with the flower just took it all in,
with a tear on her cheek and a trembling chin,
and she felt her whole world start to crash to the ground,
when suddenly, she heard such a beautiful sound:

“Stop it, you meanie! You’re nothing but bad!”
(‘twas the voice of a young girl named LuLu McMad.
“You’re nothing much more than a big awful Grake!
So stop it right now, You! Go jump in a lake!”

Now all eyes were on LuLu, but she held her ground;
she walked up to the girl and they both turned around
and they stood there with both of their backs to the Grake.
Such a simple, yet wonderful statement to make.

Then two people joined them, they stood with them, proud.
Then two more, then three, then the whole bloomin’ crowd,
until every last one had their back to the Grake,
and he finally realized, he’d made a mistake!

See, when someone is being harassed or put down,
it’s not nice to just stand there and not make a sound.
So don’t be afraid to stand up for what’s right!
And make all the Grakes of the world lose the fight.

!!!!

If you're being bullied, don't engage - just walk away... and tell an adult.
If you see someone being bullied, speak up! It can be scary to stand up to a bully, because we’re afraid we might become the next victim. But sometimes all it takes is one person to break the power that a bully thinks he or she has; it also helps others to be bold enough to speak up too. Be the brave one ... and do the right thing.

Dedicated to the sweet and fearless Laura Loo.

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Puppets Of Hell On The Stage Of Life

Upon the stage of life
there are many puppets of hell.
Their bright costumes conceal sin and strife
and beneath them deception does dwell.

Their lines are a demon inspired script.
They put on a convincing act.
Many souls over their lies have tripped.
It truly is a sad fact.

They call good, evil and evil, good.
Their footwear is the hypocrite’s shoe.
If it’s possible they really would
like to slip that charlatan sandal on you.

Masters are they of façade and guise,
sometimes robed as angels of light.
They prey upon both simple and wise.
To turn men from truth is their delight.

Perhaps it’s a hand puppet or a marionette
dancing to the beat of a diabolical drum.
Their deceptive doctrines some never vet,
and to fabrication they thus succumb.

If their mantras you cannot tolerate,
if you don’t embrace them fully,
puppet voices they’ll raise while they are irate.
They’ll call you a bigot or bully.

There is one sure cure that we have today
to keep ourselves from being shook.
Check out the lines that they boldly say
‘gainst God’s Holy, infallible Book.

If you see through those serpentine soliloquies now,
and things aren’t as they have supposed,
don’t allow the moppets their final bow.
Let the curtain on their drama be closed.

9/21/17

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bloody wrists

I'm sitting on the floor
I'm crying so much more
trying to erase this pain
trying to forget your face
sitting here with the blade in my hand
running so slow blood dripping down
in a deep red color
flowing freely the way i want to feel

I'm sitting on the floor 
holding my hand out
I'm holding a bottle
a bottle filled with pills
I'm crying so hard
the pain is unbearable
I'm feeling so weak 

I'm sitting here on this floor 
holding a blade
crying like crazy
trying to take this pain away
I'm trying my best trying to fight
my eyelids feel heavy
my door is so far
the whispered yells to far
falling deep in to sleep

deep..deep..deep..deep
I'm laying on a bed
I'm so confused 
where am i?
my throat feels sore
my body screams in pain
I'm looking around
I'm in a small white room

i try to move,
my hands are stuck
i try to get up
i feel restraints 
what happened to me?

I'm laying on a bed
trying to get up
my head hurts
a nurse is here
a shot is administered 
i drift to sleep
I'm in the psych ward
why am i here?

I'm lying on a bed
laying so still 
my wrists hurts to no end
I'm crying out loud
screaming and cussing
my body hurts
i can't remember

all i remember are my bloody wrists
and a bottle of pills
all i remember is the pain i was in.....

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Pirate Bay

```Pirate Bay the Haiku``` 

pirates fierce and mean 
drowning fish, sea to sea 
parrots on their butt 


```Polly Wants A Cracker``` 

bloodthirst & brutal 
Quartermaster Gone Wild 
dirty wings on deck 


```Sea World Adventure``` 
ship crew goes on strike 
sailing the Caribbean 
wooden leg splashing 


~*~

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White Picket Fence

Featuring: Keith :)
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Fresh sand garments 
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self-infliction's--waging wars 
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~ AND THE POEM BEGINS ~

A mask, tiny holes
Breathing heavily
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes

I bow, with the morning dew,
 My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--   
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than  fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob 
Ready to face the world 
Practicing --in hopes today, I won't retreat

“Fencers ready!"
ATTACK!
A magical knightress
Painted in white
"Let's dance!"

~ THE SHOW BEGINS ~

Queen Amri  "VS" The Damsel 
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
 Hoping & Taking
 
No room to disengage   ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance 
On Guard!
I lean in, I disengage  ---I flee
Back again, I lunge 
The Queen is too smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Boldness---
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like I'm dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.   
TODAY~
I Yield, She Wins!

Raising our foils 
---At the on guard of another day

I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7 
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet

I am the 
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
TODAY~
-I WIN!-

by; PD

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Beatitude Number Three

“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”  Matthew 5:5

Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
It’s better - turn the other cheek
than let yourself lose self-control.
Vengeance will rob you of your soul.

A humble person is not weak.
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
When we use self-discipline,
we show God’s power from within!

God implied to stand for others -
not ourselves, but for our brothers.
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”
Be thoughtful and with kindness speak!

The world is filled too much with pride.
Submit to God; be on His side!
If peace on earth is what you seek,
Jesus said, “Blessed are the meek.”

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Hopeful

Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark path
His old friend ‘Panic’ enters causes a disturbing wrath

‘Humming the blues - got to choose - life or pain - pay the dues
Got to cruise - feel the screws - no one cares if I win or lose
The bell has rung - I walk among - a beast that preys - on the young
With a tangled tongue - a sad song sung - the noose has strung’

Before the hyper ventilating starts - he must leave
Can’t show them his cowardice - he does believe
His projected fear - needs to be kept well hidden
He’s part of the pack - so he knows it’s forbidden

‘The lone wolf cries - no more alibis - got to face the lies
Hide the guise - cut the ties - frowning fear will hypnotise
Swallow the pain - drain the brain - I sustain the strain
My words detain - a recluse constrain - in a demons domain’

He hangs with the cool guys - they chose with care
His muscles and strength - but he’s starting to despair
This game they play - does not appeal like it did
Preying on the weak and frail - his emotions he hid

‘Pressure from peers - hiding the tears - trying to switch gears
Pride appears - with fermenting fears - yielding my youthful years
I’m part of a clan - almost a man - fighting in streets without a plan
No more a fan - go back to where I began - Hi my name is Stan’

To gain recognition - he accepted their invite
Felt flattered at first- when they praised his fight
Deception but a foolish game that he played well
Stand up to them he must - to escape this Hell

‘Fists of fury - I’m now judge and jury - no more in a hurry
It’s my new story, no more to worry, get rid of the bully
No more in shame, myself to blame, time to put out the flame
Not playing this game, so I can reclaim my original domain’

He’s hardly recognisable now - this boy called Stan
He’s a boy with a purpose - and a very real plan
The future for him - to bring bullies to their knees
To clear his conscience and his sad past to release

Acknowledgement:
My heartfelt thanks to Winged Warrior for collaborating with me on this important poem which highlights bullying and cyber bullying - major risk factors for teen suicide. Both the bullies and their victims are at risk according to a report from the American Academy of Pediatrics.'

Music video by Bars and Melody performing Hopeful. (C) 2014 Simco Limited - Published on Jul 7, 2014

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CHRISTMAS EVE

CHRISTMAS EVE

He lay abed
That most tranquil of nights
Aghast at moon and stars
Dad had painted for his delight

In one charmed corner
A spider was swinging
From his thready design
Outside   strolling carolers singing

Then he rubbed his eyes
In wonder and awe
Blinked the pair twice
To clear what he saw

For a mist had developed
About his dark room
And from it bright light
From out of the gloom

Winged angels from glory
Appeared neath a star
And came flock-tending shepherds
From countries afar

3 kings richly dressed
Rode up on their camels
To a manger scene
With various animals

And the star
Shown down on a bed of hay
Where Mary and her new born
Babe did lay

The lad sat up in bed
Struck warm to the core
With a wondrous blessing
He’d not sensed before

He dropped to his knees
Thanking heaven above –
Toys    Santa forgot -
Prayed world peace    divine love 

Dave Austin

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A Stereotype of Me

You thought you had me figured out 
Before you knew my name 
Cause you're you and you're unsatisfied 
That I am not the same 

You'll never change the way I love
And you can fight for you're dominion 
But I'm worth a million times the weight 
Of a dogmatist's opinion 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

Did you ever think that you could see me 
Past the prejudice you hold 
I'm not the picture you created
I'm not the things that you were told 

You're voice is long since dead to me 
I won't even be provoked 
When it hurt you to see me smile   
The things you said went up in smoke 

I know that all that you can see 
Is a stereotype of me 
All that you thought I'd ever be 
Is a stereotype of me

By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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To Forgive Or Not To Forgive

To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone esteemed,
do you confront the other, or resolve to be patient?

If by some stroke of luck, the offender apologized
but turns around, talking glib gobbledygook,
do you keep silent and still, looking cool as ice,
or do you tell it to his face, that he’s more than a crook?

At such time as this, or any time for that matter,
it is best to forgive whether he asks for it or not.
Do not poison your heart with cyanide blather;
bitterness can bother like a bat’s up your butt!

Forgiveness frees the offended from the devil’s deceit;
and makes you smile at the debtor, as his debt, you forfeit.



*First line draws on Hamlet's soliloquy, Act III, Scene 1; W. Shakespeare

A modern sonnet.  
06 October 2015
Poem of the Week - October 11 to 17, 2015

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Karma

Yesterday, I followed her true invisible form
Colors turning a kaleidoscopic deep and warm

A state of mind, that makes reality feel alive
Stabbing moments that teach how tough it is to survive
And still this dagger is penetrating into my back real slow
Sweeping away the grimace under the rug in a one woman show 

Illusive dreams asking for more and more
Sinking with doom, as karma sways through heaven's door
There she keeps her walk on stilts avoiding kismet
Removing every single footprint before sunset

Spending eternity planning the bliss we cannot see
Quenching my confidence, with a moisture that pleasures me
Arching a dirty deed, aiming all fingers that point at me
Spreading her demonic ecstasy, a mass of light weight, we can't see

A giggle-some laugh, I cannot hear
Tainted, in a nefarious way as the night disappears
Delighted, she glistens through the celestial world alone
A whisper of love with an impossible auspicious tone

Epic and exquisite, she works incognito striking whomever she wants
She Is The Enigma!" She Is the Illness~ that forever haunts
A mysterious lady whose perception flows with her own timeless oasis
An Empress is working on her own simplicity basis

My body impervious to react to conflicts that dwell with deep desire
Aggressively my defiant ways will allow her excessive universe to transpire
Like a lily we give in to the beauty of her empress exploding ravenous lust
It's magical and feeds off of the revenge that deepens with thrust

Down in the lilac valley, storming down like a glacier leaving nothing below
We caress we emerge, then we dust off the repellent of her forsaken glow
Leaving us with wounds, when our conflicts ricochet
Impacting us with a rebound when everything bounces back our way

She Springs in like a breeze that dwells and leaves gallivant
Past shadows, swing back with a darker chant
Leaving nothing but a Chinese Aster garden terrace
Her crown, sheer vixen and vigor with Victoria's fantastical lace

Her candle desalinate effect with a gentle glow
Everything to her is an issue with the results that come and go
Karma's punishments sail real slow, against the wind, waged by the zephyr
Rebuilding from the aftermath of, Karma's payback splenetic weather

Close your eyes and feel the consequences we embrace
Secretly every wage comes with reward from our hubris sin
A grasp with no escapes from the repercussion and deeds in our hearts
Doors spillover, in a significant unexplained phenomenal start

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WEIRDO

Declared an outcast,
shunned by society -
but she's the same
as you and me,
but You can't see her pain
hidden behind her coy smile.
You can't wipe away those tears,
invisible to your shallow eyes.

In fear she stares at the pavement,
but she can see you stare.
She can hear your giggles.
She can feel your judgement.
Her crime?

Only that she is different.

Freak is not her name,
but you shout it, roaring like a lion.
To you she looks peculiar and
you wonder why she behaves strange.
Her monotone words are a result of your
ignorant mind that has lead to her
indulging in esoteric tendencies.

She may seem socially awkward,
but she means no harm.
She just wants to belong -
for one soul to understand.

There is no eye contact,
because living can hurt.
Misplaced in an oblivious world,
the skies may look bright to you and me,
but all she recognises is the darkness.


The soul is deep like an ocean,
but most only see the surface.
Only a few dare to venture to the bottom -
where most drown.
Only the strong reemerge.

The Silent One
Simple Musings
24 October 2017

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Yet not broken by the blues

....in retrospect
There were mirrors  there
Behind it, where all the Jews would hide
How can someone blame the black despair?
All You were, was a mirror over there
Flooding naked imagery
Flowing naked mercury
Proof there were no fa-ked lies
Unless words were pressed against the frame
Somehow you couldnt recognise...
 your name...
Half blinded..
Besides, you would deny it anyway

One day while searching for those wandering Jews
Purple flowers in my garden winked at me
" we are they, if so you choose"
The mirror held was upside down
(It never mattered anyway)
So I kept on walking on and on 
Until this very day

Ive heard it said just the other day
They used  it to flash the sun
Hoping it would shine away
As some were hiding in its shade
A million miles away
Behind that fragile pane of glass
The looking glass kept looking past
And  keeps looking for today

Looking at the torn disguise
And the lying enemy eyes
Though their lips were moist with movement
As yet the sound remained unheard
The spoken word was truth
One day it all may come to you
Whispered by a little bird

Ive held so high your high regard
And so your high esteem
Your badge of broken Jew
And friends by lives devided seen
I tried imagining I was you
Walking, standing in your wretched shoes
To us were done similar things
They also covered up the truth
In fact its happening here and now
How much cover do they need?

In honour tried to imitate , sometimes even emulate
Your cheeky contraband
Conducting your own orchestra
While playing your own band

This mirror holding up I see
If I was ever to wear those clothes
Emblazoned by a David star
Embattled with a Jewish scar
I wish to have your nose
The link between us circumcised
A covenant yet not broken
A people not yet broken by the blues
My love was found
Intact profound
In around 
the nation of the Jew

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Who Silence The Silent One

On a reminiscing of a poet I thought I would make a call
 
But on searching for this name sake I was left appalled

The name "Silent One" was clearly there to be seen
 
But of all his works - it was if they had never been
 
What happened "Oh Silent One" and who had silenced all your words
 
Seemed our friend had been picked on by no greater than a - "Turd"

Whatever the reason "Oh Silent One" left us - he has now returned

With this experience behind him and hopefully with a lesson learnt

I hope to see all the blank pages refilled with words and poems of old

And whoever took it upon themselves a greater punishment be doled

Their cruelty and indignations not worth from us all a second glance

As "Oh Silent One" returns to forgive and give us all a second chance

Of an art that can only be held by "Oh Silent One" as the maestro he is

Because honouring us with his enlightenments - is really truly the "Biz"


Welcome back "Oh Silent One" . . . 

Indiana . . . ; )

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The Most Unlovable Man In The World - Parts 1 and 2

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My Cry

Mongrels gyrating on the edge of town
This it now- its going down
The chant electric, the doomsday count
It matters not that no one speaks a word
We knew it was coming, but you havent heard
Just know how I loved you , go fly little bird

A mass of hungry hatred flash of glimmering blades
Blood of the martyrs, murder and Hades

Dance of the hyena, foul flinging dung
Clinging our candles only looking up
Feeble little fingers summoning the Light
A promise in our prayers armless in a fight

This is my cry, tell it to the world
From the podiums and parliaments
Dont believe a word

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Charlottesville

I saw Nazis march yesterday
upon the streets of Charlottesville.
And with swastikas on display
crazed members chanted blood will spill.

I saw Satan grinning with pride
at racial slurs shouted in hate.
And bigots standing by his side
help the violence escalate.

I saw torches light up the night
snaking through the black neighborhoods.
And skinheads looking for a fight,
all they were missing were white hoods.
 
I saw white supremacists proud
of drawing blood and spreading fear.
And a car plow into the crowd
its intentions perfectly clear.

I saw President Trump place blame  
on both sides for this killing spree. 
And a shocked nation reel in shame
at how callous he seemed to be.

I saw what might be the end of
tolerance and democracy.
For mantras of hate replaced love
with smugness and hypocrisy.

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bloody wrists

Pirate Bay

White Picket Fence

Beatitude Number Three

Hopeful

CHRISTMAS EVE

A Stereotype of Me

To Forgive Or Not To Forgive

Karma

bite me contest

WEIRDO

Yet not broken by the blues

Who Silence The Silent One

The Most Unlovable Man In The World - Parts 1 and 2

My Cry

Charlottesville