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globalization
denationalization
interdependence
unattainable
immeasurability
everlastingness
civilization
oversimplification
elimination
A boy named Stu had nothing to do.
He deplored being bored.
His money all spent;
He had not even one cent.
So, to a field outside he went.
Looking up very high,
He studied clouds and the sky.
One cloud, he believed looked just like a cat.
“Wow,” he thought, “I really like that!”
His feelings morphed to being at ease;
Calmness came with a spring breeze.
Then, out of it all, came the sound
Of tiny birds fluttering around.
With comfort, he lay on the ground.
His hand was led by his fingers touch,
Over the soft grass warm and lush.
A bee alighted on his arm.
He studied the little creature without alarm.
From within his peace, he perceived a scent;
To the colorful young flowers he went.
He yielded to his senses and explored
Temperatures, colors, fragrances…not a bit bored.
When i look at him, my heart beats strong and as thunderous as a POW wows drums. The flames of passions fire burns within my soul, my blood boils. He cools me with his touch, yet my skin melts under the finger prints of his flesh; anything of myself that I own suddenly, briefly becomes empty and numb. His energy, his power swims through my rivers that were once my veins, to that one look I have succumbed.
He unlocks the love in me, I love that his one smile takes my heart for free. He walks into my rooms, he unlocks my doors, unveiling my house; his lips are the keys. My heart, my home, my house once filled with cracks and chores, in walls where my secrets lie still, love kissed mysteries.
His eyes creak in my bones like hardwood floors, every step wearing my polish thin. His one look makes any thoughts of anger, anguish, yearning and hurt abolish from within. His images play in my pallette like children’s laughter that sings through the wind.
His eyes, his lips, his presence, his touch, he is my work of art. His colors paint a masterpiece in every inch in every part.
Vibrant my colors,
Within me,
That one look takes my heart for free.
Defenders Endangered
Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart.
The endangered protecting the endangered –
Compassion fettered by solutions gartered
The courageous, methodically hindered,
Lacquered lives, wildlife “murdered”, man endangered.
Watch helplessly, complaining; or take action!
Bail out nature ravaged; write a new caption.
“Defenders of Wildlife go for Gold Bullion.”
Shield dying manatees, turtles, and sturgeon.
Animals flailing, ruling leaders failing,
Minds disarrayed, inside folks are crying.
Did we get to this place wanting and buying?
Priorities, pocketbooks…are folks lying?
Take it to court to find solutions in short.
Killing is no game…business…or sport.
Drilling in the gulf BP must abort.
Then pay to all people for life they did thwart.
Struggles in nature hurt in various ways.
The chow chain is altered…less food at buffets.
The airways go stinking as wildlife decays.
Meanwhile the culprits squander words on sashays.
What will it take to make clean up occur?
Will a boycott of products stop endless banter?
Cook by the campfire; let adventure flicker.
Keep sights on God; infrastructure may fracture.
Lust not for things, but make God man’s desire.
Cut back on comforts; let creativity inspire.
Love one another; make family your empire.
Or face the last days and the cleansing with fire.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 29, 2010
Poetic Form: Rhyme (A series of four line monorhymes.)
If not for the darkness, how would we appreciate the light?
All things have their reasons, I know
I think of my heart in days gone by
And woe, the harsh winds did come to blow
Perhaps a small branch was loosely hanging,
which pained me-
in this splendor of life
Yet to those who thirst,
let them drink freely of living water
And realizing that God is infact love,
teaches us love,
and trust through His Son
I think of those still waundering, lost and angry at God
As for me, once upon ago, I thought I was a goner
at any moment God would zap me
And how, I modeled Our Heavenly Father,
after the Dad I had had
I was mistaken....
God does not like sin
No, not at all
Yet he knew creating the earth,
that one day, his son would take the sins of the world away
He does not mean to zap us from His throne on high
but teach us a better way for living
and guess what?
accepting Jesus as your Savior, deep within your heart he will stay
AND YOU GET THE REST, like Heaven, FOR FREE
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10/2/12
When biking in the city,
On the brand-new bikes for rent,
Bikers should procure a helmet
So their skulls won’t get a dent.
Thus, the city gave out freebies
In some lower-income ‘hoods,
But the people who reside there
Didn’t show up for the goods.
A reporter checked the scene out
And she interviewed some folks
With their feet up on the pedals,
Resting up against the spokes.
Though they lived in places posher,
Paying private schools’ high fees,
They were there to score a helmet,
As entitled as you please.
Seems that life’s not quite in balance
When the haves keep getting more,
With the have-nots sinking lower –
Doesn’t anyone keep score?
Unintentionally helping back, It sounds,
is strong and exemplary attitude
because when life turns around
on way back aid comes with certitude!
First and most promised
Coming through the looking glass
Stacked with all things ordered
From present and past
Book of how to
Being written in process
awaited dreams
Grown up toys best
Guide not needed
Feeling ways test
Something old
Something new
Nothing borrowed
further to do
Agreement s
Between thee and you
I thought it was for free
Oh how I thought, how could I think
so wrong?
I reached out my hand to take it;
but the pain, racked me to my core
I dreamt of many things; beautiful things
Lying in the road;
Lying by the wayside
I thought I saw people milling, taking, talking
but there was only me
Grabbing, grabbing at such beautiful things
I thought they were all for free;
I cried out in anguish: Why? Why?
And waking in a panic, in a sweat
In my dark, dank room
I cried in anguish,
In a sorrow of such an inconsolable fathom
As I reached to turn on the light
In the middle of the day.
Sometimes I sit and wonder how life can be
And wonder if true love is ever for free
Should you pay for your feelings
Should you pay for a name
Should pay for the day you regret it with shame
Should it cost you your health
Should it cost you your wealth
Is it something you should put up on a shelf
Should it collect dust
Or should it be cleaned
Should it be put out there for the whole world to see
Should there be arguing
Should there be fighting
Should there be nights when you just feel like hiding
Should your love be sacrificed
Or should you take some good advice
Should I ever find a man who will love me for free
That's the day I will ask him to marry me....
Chasing money won’t buy happiness
wealth is not the cure for loneliness
what do the greatest dreams entail
I mean real dreams where all is well
Money is emotionless
chasing it is motionless
you can buy whatever you can
the feeling a flash in the pan
only two things in life are priceless
bonds with people and time you have
you should always chase success
a career, a love, don’t forget to laugh
and when your old with memories
they won’t involve making pennies
it won’t be the wealth they treasure
as the free things in life are better
Why are dreams the only thing left to free?
Apart from the air we just breathe
Even birth has a monetary value
Bringing life to this new world a child so pure
Asked once a man, about his dreams
He said
All I want is what I desire
My desires are not a faint of heart to perspire
Normality and Peace is what I dream everyday
Yet I learn is its just a mind’s play
Not seeking for lot of monetary gains
Nor a place where everyone’s a saint
Just seeking normality in Life, which I dream everyday
But Yet I am just a fool to realize it’s a game that my mind plays
No Interest in Being the richest in town
Neither a king with a golden crown
Seeking for true love and faith in prayers
Waiting for answers and prayers to be heard
I’m Not a Man with a huge rapport, said he,
Just one of the normal kind
Political Borders are meant for one’s who see
But I am the One who is out to seek
Seeking for a normal truth, a truth about my dream
Why is it ,unachievable, making me bend down and scream
A Normal person , I am, Unable to See beyond Walls
Yet I try to take a leap and see if it falls
A drop of water can make a flame of fire go cold
Then why do the brave men not be Bold?
Not asking here for sacrifices, he emphasized
Just seeking for peace, and nobody to be criticized
For discrimination and separation is all a game
For we all humans are left to blame
Fame Power and Money is most abnormal game
I am just a Normal still understanding this mental pain
Alas at the end I feel Lost,
Loosing everything at Everything’s Cost
Not bothered weather I shout it out loud or I scream
That I am not yet afraid to Dream
Gazed into his eyes I do not know why
I did not feel weather to smile or cry
Because when someone can just limit his numbers till infinity
I still have my dreams for free
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--- Mustafah Mun
This things aren't free.
You walk around thinking it belongs to you,
like it was handed to you, like they are your due.
These things aren't free.
You need to earn your pay,
the food you eat, your rent,
right up to the very air you breath.
These things are not free.
For free will mean offered,
inherited or handed over.
For free because another person paid them
or worked to have them for ya. But
These things are not free
We work, to pay for life
We work to earn the right
To eat, to sleep, to be
Able to live the life we wish, even if
These things are not free
Some have knowledge of these
Some understand the no free lunch theory
And they learn mercy, they learn to give
The rewards of their labour,
to others
for free
To Everyone for Free
Poems in my mind did myself invite
To sit and another poem start to write
Which will be vivid and so sophisticated
To read will wish you never had waited.
Opportunity is waiting for you there
So begin writing and start to compare
Each one with another until you are done
Then go out and lie beneath a warm sun.
After you again further have investigated
And not quite yet have become belated
Inside mind many poems began to churn
Up in a book somewhere started to turn.
Format was final and totally complete
And now it is time to grab your seat
They are having a Horn golden jubilee
Giving them all to everyone for free.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Soldier