In Gaza's streets, where silence screams
A humanitarian crisis, a people's dreams
Unheard voices, lost in the pain
As bombs fall hard, and hope wanes
The world stands by, a distant hum
As lives are lost, and freedom's undone
Children weep, their future unsure
Their cries echo, but who's listening for?
Protesters rise, with voices bold
Demanding justice, for a story untold
But they're met with force, with chains and pain
Their courage crushed, their voices vain
Gaza's land, a story old
Palestinian hearts, with a history told
Displacement, occupation, and strife
A people's struggle, a long, hard life
The international community, a distant shore
Their words are hollow, as Gaza's people roar
No justice comes, no peace is found
As the world watches, Gaza's life dwindles down
But still we rise, with voices loud
For justice, freedom, and a future proud
We'll stand with Gaza, through every test
For humanity's sake, we won't find rest
Let's break the silence, let's shatter the chains
For Gaza's people, we'll rise above the pain
We'll stand as one, with hearts united strong
For justice, peace, and a future where all belong
Where is the real place of safety
Inside these walls, or deep within
I am a wandering migratory spirit
Below the radiance of a far-off star
From chasing shadows, a hasty escape
To outrunning anxieties in the last of the light
Even if the past may haunt us in a faint whisper
We must fearlessly go forward
Maybe a sanctuary, constructed of oneself
An inner wealth, a quiet strength
Or in a community, a shared comfort
In the embrace of kindred care
Look out, reach out, let hands connect
No fear can destroy this tapestry
Because our spirits heal in this link
Until the very end, a haven was found
© daniel miltz
He never liked "Bob" - now a success
So Robert Croslin he is
Raise in Baltimore ("projects")
His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids
His only son, a lawyer in DC
In his own right, now elected
Mayor of Hyattsville! (Praise God)
Once, my "good" eye-doctors place
Where I volunteered for its Literacy Council
Memories of Library, churches, New Year breakfasts!
A liveable community, a bit costly now
But memories continue to layer on
I had to pass these words on to you. The following sentence as a radical, joyful practice that extends in three directions, to others, To our opponents, and to our selves. If we can be enjoined, To when we see a stranger, Or someone different than us, we can think and say, you are a part of me, that I do not yet know. This simple sentence if applied in practice, can transform a relationship, a community, a culture, even the nation.
In a working class community, a few children play and a few
Seniors are turning gray. It's a community in which we came
Many years ago to stay. There are point of views that are born
Opinion free. I am often speechless sitting or standing between
Two Palms And A fruitless Mulberry tree. From my front window
there is no Mountain peak with a water fall beneath, nor valley deep,
but early mornings are a sight to see. Somestimes, there is a pure
Untethered sunrise blasting from the east. At other times, there's
A gradual display of light breaking through the scattered clouds.
And those sunsets from my back yard are simply overwhelming.
12222017PoSoup
I once knew a poet named Andrea.
Assaulted by someone’s hysteria,
she wouldn’t engage,
but feeling some rage,
she fought all night long with insomnia.
(It's kinda true!!!)
I once knew a poet named Sathya
who penned the beauty of Himalaya
this write was his first poem
it read just like Theorem,
this jest sent his ears red like papaya.
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PS: When I was asked to pen a poem on Himalaya(snow mountain range in the South Asia,), being Math oriented I presented a writing which had full of facts ( Temperature, height, length, weight, moisture and this sounded like a Mathematical Theorem). My teacher, in her note was curious to know the beauty I saw in the all facts I presented . My ears turned red and did not know how to react.
27-Feb-2016
Sensitive community *a pd contest* - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: SKAT A
I once knew a poet named Sandy*
who thought she wrote verses so dandy.
When she saw an NA
for a contest that day...
she questioned modus operandi.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: Sensitive Community *a pd contest*
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 03/14/2016
I once knew a poet named “Susan”
Who first found PS quite confusin’
Learn forms she was told
Free verse overload
Blogs, contest N/A not amusin’
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Written 2-24-2016
For Sensitive Community 'a pd contest'
Limerick
8th Place
I once knew a poet named Cecile
She thinks her poems are a big deal
Saddened when not placed
Heart sinks in disgrace
C'mon let me win and hear me squeal
~ For Skat's Sensitive community *a pd contest* ~
I am beautiful, intelligent but yet I feel lonely
I motivate myself yet am not a woman enough
By thoughts, imagination I am a woman
But nature disagree with me, who am I?
Oh nature have mercy on me
Make me real and proud to be a woman
A true reflection of neighbourhood, hope, care and love
A key of family but who am I?
Why does it feel bad, embarrassing?
But hope move through my heart
And you mind, give me sad and insecure thoughts of giving up
But land of homeless, motherless and fearless applaud me
For ubuntu the spirit of survival, but who am I?
Without one cry in my arms to show and give hope, life and emotion
Who am I? Who am I?
I am a woman, a community, a pillar and unity
A smile yet heavy inside but strong and brave
Who am I? Who am I?
W- Wonderful
O-Over protective
M-Mother
A-Active
N-Never give up
I am a woman, love and laughter
I am perseverance, I am a woman
Gentility and strength
Rolled into one
A teacher of many
Enemy to none
Exposing the light
Of beauty and heart
Guiding the world
To explore the arts
Ravenous hunger
For the finer things
Passion and desire
Soaring on wings
Sharing of self
Van Gogh or Monet
A writer or painter
Poetry or play
Find in his words
Truth and loyalty
He is seen here
As if royalty
We all know him
A wonderful man
Poetry Soup’s
Sir Brian Strand
~Brian Strand causes many to pause, ponder, and create everyday. I admire his eye for the
finer things and the passion for the arts that he not only possesses but shares with the world.
There are many wonderfully gifted writers here at the Soup and he encourages all to dig
deep and put forth the best of their soul. He is a leader in the community, a true trend setter.
I appreciate all that he shares in his poetry and his blogs. He literally challenges me to be a
better writer and for that I am thankful.
*inspired by Christie Moses Poetry Soup Friend Tributes Contest and of course Brian Strand
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
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