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Tonight,
A pretty older mother,
At my retirement community's July 4th summer concert,
Speaks to her daughter with a thick Korean accent.
The Traveling Wilburys tribute band plays songs by
The Wilburys, Bob Dylan, George Harrison, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and ELO,
All bands and artists who've made music that has excited my heart and spirit
Almost my whole life.
Mother and daughter
Have so much fun,
Dancing to every song.
A man in front of me
wears jewelry and a loose-fitting robe,
covered with colorful animal pictures.
Separate souls
Choose to join
In one happiness.
Someday, I hope to make it rhyme.
I was flying down the highway, at a mighty rate of knots
The white posts flashing past me just a blur
Off home to my girl friend, for whom I had the hots
When out on to the road there came this cur
I made a swerve off to the right, just as he did the same
I made a quick adjustment, when he changed
He was ducking and a weaving, as if it was a game
I knew then that my future was arranged
The two wheels on the driver's side, were six inches in the air
Fighting with the wheel to get them down
A prayer flashed through my mind, get me out of here I swear
Promise I will go to Church next time in town
A tree I did not see coming, branches aimed right at the screen
I knew then that my life had reached its end
Thinking of the places, it would be better to have been
I knew that I would never take the bend
I felt no pain I looked around, knew Whoopi was somewhere
Hoping She would get me through the gate
I could look forward to a future, full of happiness, no care
I would never more have trouble on my plate
I knew things were not going well, when Whoopi did not come
In her place a smiling very young George Burns
He looked me in the eye and said, this is not your home
Some folks have to go back to take more turns
He was gone before I realised, I was there all alone
The clouds and pearly gates, it seemed were gone
In their place a handsome doctor, and nurses in white gowns
I had the strangest Déjà Vu, so bring it on
My memory was fading fast, the world seemed very new
My bum got smacked, I yelled out in surprise
I suppose I did the other things, that newborn babies do
Looks around at all the people, and then cries
They gave me to my mother, she held me oh so tight
Even gave my dark damp hair a little curl
But it was the next bit, where I really got a fright
Welcome to our happy family, baby girl
The other day
you asked me my friend, who I am
I replied:
I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true
look, how much alike we are,
no matter what, the color,
the creed
the race
the status.
Look,
I am born and I die
I suffer and I enjoy
I love and I hate, just
like you!
I am a father, a brother, a son,
a mother, a sister, a daughter, just
like you!
Happiness I seek
family to raise is my wish
peace to find I look for,
just like you!
I long
I loathe
I fear
I hope
I bleed
I heal, just
like you.
I believe
I doubt
I accept
I refuse
I laugh
I cry, just
like you.
We are alike
we are the same
we are brothers...children of
a unique father!
Tell me,
my brother
my friend
my ally
why do we have to oppose
to fight
to hurt
to destroy and
to eliminate one another?
Are our seas really that narrow
our oceans that small
our lands so limited to
contain all of us?
or
is it the case that
our hearts are not big enough
and our minds not so wide-open to
enfold all of mankind?
Listen to me, my other self;
it is up to us to change this world we have inherited
with its virtues and vices
history and culture
flaws and merits
and
try to make it
better
nobler
kinder and
more caring
by:
obliterating harmful beliefs
demolishing injurious divisions
destroying detrimental distrust
annihilating racism and eradicating
the erroneous feeling of poisonous
superiority
for
to bring the dawn of a new loving world
a world of acceptance
of respect
of justice
of equality
of love and of
universal brotherhood
thus
with peace in our hearts
liberated we would be from past’s
deleterious tribulations
that
for myriads of years, have kept us,
fighting one another! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 JUNE 2020
* Dedicated to the memory of George Floyd and to all those who
have fallen victims of racism!
R.I.P. for Justice would be served!
America, so vast and the land of the free
Brazil, carnivals and beach beauties
Canada, untouched, with the mighty Niagara Falls
Denmark, with the mermaid, luring sailors with her call
Egypt, under Cleopatra, and her historical power
France, so romantic with its Eiffel Tower
Germany, the perpetrators, of the Holocaust
Haiti, sadly, counting her lost
Italy, with its architecture, like the Trevi fountain in Rome
Japan, and its little Bonsai trees, so very much at home
Kenya, on safari in her national parks
Lebanon, a country, full of political sparks
Malta, so brave, its why they won the George Cross
New Zealand, and the Maoris, their culture to never be lost
Oman, the Sultanate, lies beside the Arabian Sea
Portugal, a golfing Mecca, as i stand on the very first tee
Qatar, an Arab emirate in the Middle East
Romania, Nadia Comaneci and her Olympic gymnast feats
Sweden, the home of Abba, and their wonderful pop songs
Turkey, has Istanbul, where two continents get along
Uganda, in Africa, where Idi Amin ruled
Vietnam, where nineteen year old soldiers were schooled
Wake Island, a most beautiful coral atoll
Xanadu, because i ran out of countries to call
Yemen, a Republic, to the south of the Red Sea
Zimbabwe, with Mugabe, a country ruined by he
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/the-world.php
~Love And Peace~
(Mirrored Hourglass)
Pray God for love, peace today
Love comes from the Lord
He sets us all free
Changes all hearts
Makes us strong
In Him
In Him
Makes us strong
Changes all hearts
He sets us all free
Love comes from the Lord
Pray God for love, peace today.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013
August.31.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33 ( NIV)
-Grace, mercy, and peace will be with us, from God the Father and from Jesus Christ the Father's Son, in truth and love.
2 John 1:3 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
The "Mirrored Horglass" is a poetry style created by George L. Ellison
Off a righteous God America stop the persecutions
We are due out love from you; Stop the profiles
And stand in our shoes and skin for a while, now, How would you feel now?
Situations where people acted as if they were suspicious of you, Because of your race, wow!
Black America far less likely than whites to give police high marks
For the way they do their jobs, now
General public views fatal encounters between black people and police very differently whew!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Public calls such incidents signs of broader problems
Racist yeah, yeah our good White brothers and sisters and White Christians hate this
Some of our white brothers and sisters if it’s not there brood or kindred folks there’s no problem
Watch out it’s…Most of the white Latino officers
Say fatal encounters tween blacks and police are isolated incidents
Majority of black officers disagree, this base on facts No philosophy
Demonstrations over the deaths of blacks, Encounters with law enforcement
Were motivated to great extends by anti-police bias, what
Now instilled America since freedom years
They still denounce and hide this, a black man who dies by a gun
Is most portrayed as righteous dangerous boy walking away on the run
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
2016 THAT RELATIONS TIXT/TWEEN POICE IN THERE DEPARTMENT BLACKS IN THE COMMUNITY EXCELLENT Yeah this is what they said
Overwhelming majority of police officers 86% said high profile fatal encounters has made their jobs harder and yet these killings have taken away many husbands children’s fathers, uncles, cousins and brothers
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
Heighted tension between these illuminated colored fends
Left many offices reluctant to use force when appropriated
Questions people who seemed suspicious WHAT!!!
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD, WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD- WAKE UP
THESE ARE THE VOICES OF VICTUMISED BLACK MAN IN THE USA
8/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
The indigenous people have occupied these lands
for over 10,000 years in all…
Their name for this beautiful place was Mini hrpa…
which means Mountain Where The Water Falls
So I imagine they were a little perplexed…
perhaps a little torn….
when George Stephens the president of the Canadian Pacific Railway
named it Banff in honor of the place where he was born.
To honor Mini hrpa today we took a hike in Johnston Canyon.
Walking through a place like this always makes us feel so small
And mixed in with the beautiful trees and rocks and chipmunks
was the roaring sound of the Bow River…and of course her waterfall.
We keep thinking as we continue with this trip that we’ve seen everything
that nothing new can possibly come before our eyes
But as we turn the page each day…nature continues to surprise.
Walking in Johnston Canyon as we stopped to savor in her beauty
talk to the trees and inspect the diversity of her flowers
The canyon walls were echoing the roar of the Bow River
and we could actually feel her power.
We know the name of this beautiful land is Banff…
but after walking along the Johnston Canyon walls
In our hearts she will be forever known to us
as…Mountain Where the Water Falls.
Like open arms
These broken gates reach out to me
And lead me to the lonely house
That overlooks the sea
Her door once proud and stately
Now splintered hangs in shame
As she realizes no longer can she
Keep out the wind and rain
I look into her beautiful
Sad and haunted eyes
These windows to her soul
Where alone she waits to die
Her rooms I see before me
Stripped naked raped and bleeding
And somewhere from within them
I hear her softly pleading
She beckons me to enter
I cross her threshold timidly
And suddenly an old familiar feeling
Comes washing over me
The floorboards squeak beneath me
As I move slowly down the hall
Tip-toeing through the paper roses
All withered on her walls
I step into her parlor
With tears falling from my eyes
As precious memories carry me
To the place my heart resides
I see her in her former splendor
Dressed in satin and old lace
Crystal chandeliers reflect the light
And caress her lovely face
French doors open to the fields
Where once I used to play
Make believe in lands of dreams
On sunny summer days
Silky curled beside the hearth
Purring softly as she sleeps
I caress her so tenderly
As my heart falls at her feet
The air is filled with music
As grandma strokes the keys
The aunts and uncles all join in
And sing in harmony
We take our places at the table
Laid out in fine bone china
We bow our heads and thank the Lord
For all the ties that bind us
Grandpa carves the giant turkey
Grandma brings the platters
We fill our plates with food and mirth
And an endless stream of chatter
And when the moon hangs overhead
In a soft and velvet sky
One by one we take our leave
With hugs kisses and goodbye’s.
I love you Grandma
I love you Grandpa
Rings into the night
And once again in my world
Everything is right
I close the door behind me
I say my last farewell
As I hear her take her final breath
In the trill of a whippoorwill
~~~~~
Author: Elaine George
My first entry on Poetrysoup - Feb. 2, 2006
Eureka of Archimedes was part of his daydream,
Thomas Edison nurtured his dream in bright light like gleam;
Could sleep ever overwhelm Alexander Graham Bell,
Till he heard the noise from the other and fell in a spell...?
George Washington Carver, who found in peanuts and soybeans,
Utilizations, like treasures, hidden abundant gleans;
Eli Whitney's constant daydreams gave birth to cotton gin,
That separated seeds, hulls and wastes; hearts of all did win...!
Johannes Gutenberg’s innovative printing machine,
Or John Logie Baird's mechanical television sheen;
Benjamin Franklin's lightning rod and the iron furnace,
Or Henry Ford's ventures into automobile sternness...
No invention has found its sphere devoid of day-dreaming,
This should be coalescence of action-vision creaming;
Together with concentration-shift toward internals,
Should bring forth spiritually resonant externals...!
21 November 2022
Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Song by George Jones
There is some Good News
Not to find in the news
Which loves to create division and hate
Just out to get the most ratings
All can see this world is falling fast
But we love to broadcast it
To leave one in no hope
But the good news is
This should seek one to seek for better
Not to want to belong unto it
This world is run by the evil one
To see all the division even in churches
What happened to one spirit
Which Jesus sent to dwell within
This should bring unity
Spirit joins one with another spirit
Sees no color or religion
I glance at all the different churches
Only God can pull one out of it
To reveal how corrupt mankind is
Thankfully God showed me
That my path was leading to death
I shall judge none because God saved me
And I have seen all have this hope within
It's the unseen spirits that are deceiving
We all have to get to a point
To say there must be something better
It's now like watching Satan running rampant
Knowing his time is short
Trying to deceive as many to drag it out
There is great news for the ones that
Are seeking better which are tired
Of all the chaos , depression, seeing hatred
Not fitting in with this world
Which is a great thing
We don't want to follow mankind
But through calling upon Christ
Bring division within oneself
To place the old self in the grave
No matter what this world tells one
They have no judge over the soul
Jesus came to die for sinners
To bury that old lifestyle to give a fresh start
No longer seeking to belong to this world
But seeking to be pulled out of it
Jesus said the tax collectors and prostitutes
Would enter His kingdom
For they come to an end hopefully
To see their own path is not good
Before the self righteous
Which claims to appear good only to man
While the inside is full of corruption
God sees all my friends
Either His spirit from Christ reigns within
Or the spirit of this world evil one
I love you all and will be here
To encourage all and give support
In this battle of the unseen that's taking place
Would be great if one could see
It's within us that needs to be destroyed
So Jesus prayer of May your kingdom
Come on earth as in heaven, this takes
The spirit of Christ available to dwell within
Jesus loves you all and is waiting
Patiently for that one which seeks