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NB This is not a literal translation of the famous choir "Va Pensiero" from the Nabbucco, but just what I felt as when many, many years ago I was in a choir and sang this lovely aria.
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Listen to our pitiful pleas, Oh Almighty God.
Let them be heard from every mountain and vale.
Let my prayers ascend to Heaven above
That we may one day cross the Jordan
And return to our promised land,
A place of milk and honey and fragrance
Dispersed throughout our sweet native land.
We acknowledge our sinful nature, Lord.
We dared adore other pagan gold and stony idols,
And left you so far away from our laws.
We lament our sins and accept our punishment.
Slavery in pagan Babylon, condemned
To death and other painful beatings.
Yet, if we are not to be allowed to go back to Zion,
At least Almighty God, teach us to endure our sufferings.
in order to get back to Eden to live on top of the world
there are a few things from God which need to be heard
here in America in the democratic land of milk and honey
African-Americans are disproportionate when it comes to power and money
our healthcare is poorer, our finances worse, few of us in seats of power
at the bottom of most demographic indicators and our circumstances diminish by the hour
the most unemployed, the most discriminated, the first to be laid-off or dismissed
more of us in jail, a lot of us illiterate, there are too many problems for me to list
fewer marketable skills, fewest high school diplomas and don't mention college degrees
African-American men in America need to take off their blinders and see
to those who stand behind stained-glass windows and look down on those who have less
you need to take your brothers back to Eden and put an end to all this mess
you might not comprehend their reality but you should attempt to understand
that as true servants of God you should help your fellow man
if you consider yourself to be a true disciple of Christ
what have you done to enrich someone else's life?
who did you clothe? who did you feed?
who did you minister to in their time of need?
who did you mentor to on how to be a man?
who did you talk to or stretch out your hand?
there's a lot of work that needs to be done to get our brothers inspired
we need to help them build a relationship with God and do as Jesus aspired
in order to get back to Eden we need to start at the very beginning
with the basic instructions that God is recommending
to fellowship with your fellow man
to develop a trust opposite to slavery's plan
to communicate with positivity
to no longer promote negativity
to pull up your pants and walk like a man
to be productive and not destructive
to be supportive and not abortive
to act like someone's father and not like you're being bothered
to teach our brothers to put down the guns and take up the cross
so they will no longer act like thugs but to think like a boss
no longer will we be divided with jealous envy
now united as brothers under God's authority
getting back to Eden to be on top of the world
to living our lives according to God's Holy word
to get back to Eden and up from the basement of life
living on top of the world as brothers with our savior Jesus Christ
I’ve lost all my faith
Meeting people who were double-faced
Who caring nothing, except their money
Even if I’m simple and naive
Love leads me to believe
That everyone will find the land of milk and honey
I’m 22 years old
Seems that I’m already big girl
But I’m so far from realizing
If I did wrong or right
I can’t see the final light
My future seems so unsurprising
surprising
I wanted to know
Who I was, who I am
But I’m afraid of what I’ve become
Mistakes, fails and falls
Like scars on my heart
They prove nothing new
Under the sun
Almost lost all my faith
But I’ve met people who ain’t double-faced
Who caring ‘bout me, forgetting ‘bout money
They helped my dreams, they are my stars
I’ve found the land of milk and honey
You hear it from your neighbour
And on the street as well
So do yourself a favour
Forget the news they tell
But what may seem most funny
Regardless what you think and do
You can’t fool your money
More than your money can fool you
You can buy more expensive
Work more, rest a bit less
See your hard-earned finances
Cost cheaper than you guessed
You saved more than your mummy
But no matter what you do
You can’t fool your money
More than your money can fool you
Vote Tories or vote Labour
Support the refugees
Or don’t vote anymore
Share none of your hard fees
Go get some milk and honey
But whatever you may do
You can’t fool your money
More than money can fool you
You can pay more of tax
Use less of health support
You can get a full relax
At some pebble beach resort
Book for a week most sunny
A room with a sea view
Checked out, count your money
You’ll see who’s fooling who
Although you know the rules
It goes like you can’t win
More money make more fools
They live under your skin
You know it’s not so funny
You can say that it’s not true
But you can’t fool your money
More than your money can fool you..
The fragrance of roses always in bloom
The softness of a summer's eve in June
Colors not known by the human eye
Clearest of blue is the Heaven sky
Fields of clover with four leafs of all
Trees of every color with leafs that never fall
Flowers that cover a million rolling hills
From the lazy daisy to the laughing daffodil
Berries and fruits so sweet and delicious
Veggies and herbs tasty and nutritious
With crystal clear streams emptying into a sea of dreams
And a sunny radiance from His Glorious Being
Velvelt grass for bare feet to walk upon
Dazzling birds fill the air with song
Every animal in contempt and peace
The lamb fears the lion not in the least
The morning dew washes all with drink
The happy old elm welcomes one to sit and think
Bushes and shrubs of every shape and size
Lushes foliage for cherubim to seek and hide
A place to relax on the Day of Rest
Angels and saved souls enjoy it's bliss
Lemons that are sweet and sunny
It is a land flowing of milk and honey
Once Saint Peter lets you through Heaven's Gate
The brilliance of Paradise has but one place to escape
I'm not complaining so I beg your pardon
But a day of Bliss is spent in Heaven's Garden
(The Lamb)
My lungs empty, no longer inflate
This timid mind, cannot feel hate
I’m so confused
don’t understand money
grazing the fields
was my milk and honey
Flails my skin, keeps everything tight
Slices out my heart, this very night
I’m terrified here
without a clue
Helpless and lost
but what can I do
Gathers me close, cuts into ribbons
I’m already dead, that’s a given
You bleed me out
I cannot object
My life is over
onto the next
(Me)
Am I evil
I am man
Am I evil
I’m a man
Am I evil
They where only lambs
Am I evil
Yes fu-ck it goddamn
in hindsight I am
By
David Kavanagh
(December 2nd, 1959 – May 1st, 2013)
My Teddy bear still wears the cross you gave,
And fashioned by your working hands with grace
And leather strung—I slept last night with soft
And golden fur beside me, while my thoughts—
To earthen eyes of tears still standing brave
When sorrow looms, in time our hearts will chase
Your laugh, your smile, and pleasant sav’ry wafts
Of roasts and gravy bubbling in the pots
“Au jus, au jus,” you’d say with hand in air,
And finger pressed to thumb—when speaking of
The kitchen work in pubs so long ago.
Your party ways you didn’t hide nor spare
The essence of your faith in God, in love—
I’ll see you there, where milk and honey flow
Her silky hairs were shiny gold
The graceful face innocently glow
Half closed eyes, celestial and soft
The half parted lips twinkle a smile.
Face mirroring images of the mind
Swimming in her own dreamy world
Sweet images of angels and friends
Dancing and clapping their little hands.
Heaven showers petals, snowy, red-
Pink, rose, blue, violet and yellow.
A deer and a calf brisk on the lawn
Love birds chirping to their steps.
A peacock dances with feathers spread
Parrots in flocks tune their tongues
While playful rabbits flapping their ears
A frog croaks short croaky croaks.
The angels touch their tiny hands
With each touch two wings were grown
Each wings shine, jewels and gems
And the angels take them to the stars.
The glittering stars in glee hug the kids
Gifting aplenty shiny jewels to each
Kissing their dimpled cheeks so sweet
As the moon showers its snowy rays.
With lots of joy this fleet flew around
As the birds flew to join their songs
A sweet fragrance of milk and honey
The air so cool and flowers all around.
As the rooster blew its alarm so loud
The little kid’s lids flickered to a wake
And wondering where the angels gone
She back to slumber clinging to her mom
A writhing viper, spat venom through the air.
Its toxic breath compelled the meek to despair.
The wild, thunderous decree, forced them to flee.
Into hiding, to scrub away threats to liberty.
Next a gilded map was etched in desert sand.
It ensnared the weary to invest in promised land.
But floods and droughts devoured the pilgrim’s trust.
Milk and honey promises, dissolved in choking dust.
Turn the wheel, turn it round.
Don’t let rusty spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through.
Hope is rising; Dharma's shiny new.
Brothers slay brothers who once held hands.
Now blood runs red, across the kinship sands.
Drumbeats call the masses to howl and obey.
Fighting endless wars for lies that all betray.
Incense burns with pungent smoke in eyes.
The priests lure the masses with face paint dyes.
Hallucinations reek crazy in maddened crowd,
With ancient voodoo curses read out loud.
The wheel turns slowly, its spokes begin to grind,
The darkened void of Aquarius haunts the mind.
The dark sky itself, tolls urgent alarms with a chime,
Counting down the dwindling steps of mortal time.
Yet from the muddy slime, a silver sliver arose,
It lifts the wheel that rust and ruin had froze.
It scrapes and oils the hub and spokes on the ground.
It wrenches Dharma's wheel round, round, right around.
Turn the wheel, turn it ‘round.
Don’t let the spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through,
Hope is waiting, shining new.
Lift the wheel, lift it high,
Silver hands will pierce the sky.
Turn the wheel, turn it round,
Spin the wheel of hope, unbound.
How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he
asked... milk and honey dripped from my lips and I answered, "cause
people have not been kind to me." Rupi Kaur
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My path in life has been t a n g l e d from my beginnings-
I met DEATH at an early age and it seems he has followed me,
and as a quiet and shy child I soon knew all about bullies . . .
But instead of breaking me- it made me stronger!
I have a STRENGTH within that is unfathomable ~
At times, I have fallen into the pit of life and clawed my way out,
have been put down, abused, belittled, cast out, and forgotten.
But kindness has always d r i p p e d from my lips, cause kindness is the key.
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November 10, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Kindness is the Key
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