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As early dawn, slow breaking o’er the beach,
Paints the pale blue background of the sky
In watercolor streaks of rose and peach,
A feast God spreads for those with sleepy eye
Who needs must rise to start their chores
Before the rooster crows his bright alarm,
We two will rise and open wide the doors
And start our day with beauty, arm in arm.
Although the weather all too soon can change
And bring us thunderclouds of black and gray
Or if far and wide our difficulties range
And for surcease of problems we would pray,
That precious gift we find so like a hymn
Sustains and keeps us going through the day.
We keep our hearts and minds attuned to Him
Our true direction and our sacred way.
We are what we are, at any given point in our life
Everything we do that moment, is it based on choice
Mostly influenced by knowledge, innate feelings as well
My circumstances make decisions, if living becomes a hell
What is needed for one, may be different for another
Knowing right from wrong, is immaterial when we suffer
Holding good intentions, when the worlds falling to pieces
Trying to avoid temptation, watching others indulge caprices
Needs must be met, where entire families depend
Choice goes out the window, when no money to spend
This is not greed or avarice, a forced desperate situation
Different the whole world over, in each and every generation
Is it possible love can overcome, bring eternal equality
Sorry when looking at history, mostly I see abject poverty
Which’s worse, burn down the amazon to make grazing fields
Or be the owner of its namesake, amassing billions on the yields
Disparity between nations, just leads to endless wars
Colonization of whole continents, we still bear open scars
I look to the future, No! what’s the point, if already written
Deus ex machina will you intervene, I’d love to, but forbidden
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21/01/2021
My teeth are sharp and long
Hunger rouses me from rest
A family to feed
I needs must do my best
I travel many miles
Just some poachers kill lying around
I am not touching that.
Carrion picks food from the ground
The trees begin to thin, I can be seen
Where do I search for my prey?
My eyes are good, my nose is keen
My family are hungry another day.
The trees are sparse almost disappeared
The have been cut and dragged away
This was my hunting ground
But I see no recognizable prey.
A human on two legs
A scythe in his hand
But my family need some food
And this prey cannot take a stand
Hunger prompts me on
My family may die
This is the food I’ll take
One leap, he sees his last sky
No fight, no weight to drag him home
But there was no other meat
These humans waving sticks and guns
But my tiger speed they will not beat.
I could be like the carrion picking at the scraps
The body’s poachers are killing
But my home is being ravaged
By those humans, who the soil are tilling.
No thought for me and my family
Except to hang my skin on a wall
But my family come first
And will until from hunger, we all shall fall.
© 16/08 2013
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Out of Eden
Through life I tread and restless, toil ….
… in sorrow - in remorse.
“Oh why, oh why?”, myself I ask,
I’m surely not to blame.
But then my world around collapsed…
…so useless I exist.
“I’ll try. I’ll try”, out loud I cried,
needs must, I will survive.
This mount of woes, I scale with hope…
…and further I shall climb.
How high, how high, shall be my goal
Let not the doubts defeat.
I near the peak, through God-assist…
…I found my strength in faith.
And by and by the goal I reach
God Will - the fight I’ll win.
The fight is on, I’m armed to hilt…
…this mountain I did climb.
I cry “Veni, Vidi Vici”…
…I’ve reached my Heavenly Home!!
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Some people think I’m anti human
Some believe I really would
Free this world of the species
If I easily could.
We are not the only animals
But for what it’s worth
We are the only ones
Destroying mother earth.
Seven days of creation
Just to give birth
To the scourge
Of this earth?
I don’t mean to offend
But will if needs must
To try and convince others
We hold this planet in trust;
Not just for future generations
Of our human race,
But for all the other animals
With whom we share this place.
I suppose it’s just another lost cause
When some see others in need
Of basic food and water
Just to satisfy their own greed.
The only mitigating factor,
Which rather baffles the mind,
No matter how we treat the animals
We inflict worse on our own kind.
So, praise the lord and pass the bottle.
Praise the lord that I am free
Praise the lord for pre -cast concrete
And let heaven help the trees.
And praise the lord for good strong drink
For when it hurts too much to think.
We named her Miss Sundae, our cat with a cause
She looks like a princess in 'Dairy Queen' sauce ...
(Vanilla ice cream, and butterscotch paws)
A calico lady of gold, brown and white
Her royalty reigns every day, every night
It's a ritual for her to sit on the back of the chair
Always there, near the desk, where I'm trying to write
While I'm sipping my coffee, she'll bask in the light
I'll scan the newspaper, digesting the news
But such effort's in vain, ...it is simply no use!
To read today's headlines, and the stories, so bleak
the economy's headaches, or the news of the week
Perhaps it is Sundae's practical joke...
She may have a bit of a jealous streak!
For she prods and she pokes, craving my strokes
She pokes holes in the paper....hops on my knees
Purring with ease....getting under my chin...with her Cheshire grin
Pushing aside, or squeezing within
She paws at my paper, this pesky dear pet
Requiring attention, her needs must be met!
If I'm reading a book, or there's a needle to thread
I must stop what I'm doing, and love her instead!
She creates a distraction, demands satisfaction
If a computer's in use....she needs no excuse
To lie on the keyboard....whatever her muse
It's all in her skill...with her purring.....I'm still...
At her mercy....my feline, she's a furry old cat
But I love her, my Sundae.......it's as simple as that!
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She came from a life of obscurity
Pushed into the constant scrutiny
from the locals and around the world.
No longer allowed to be a simple girl.
She used her popularity and fame
Treating everyone the same.
She showed compassion to the dying
Held children that were sick and crying.
She rolled up her sleeves and dug in
Helping to bring supplies and medicine
to the part of the world most never see.
She knew her status could bring publicity.
So the world ould see plights of the people.
Hoping that more aid for them would be helpful
Now those moments are nothing but a memory
Captured in writing and photography.
She's the example that we should follow
Never being afraid to let our feeling show.
Treat others as our equals in life
Whether it's a stranger, or husband and wife.
she raised her sons to do the same
So they carry on the work honoring her name.
I try to have courage, to remain strong
and protect the weak that are treated wrong.
I think of her often when I meet people in need
and know this is someone She' gladly feed.
I am comfortable doing what she'd easily do.
though I don't need the whole world knowing what I do.
In memory of Princess Diana. Who used her status and her heart to show how true royalty should care about the people around them and not be afraid to get dirty once in a while or help dress a stranger or give food to a hungry child.
they forgot what caring was really all about till she left the royal palace and became a queen to her people. No need for a crown and status. They gave their devotion to Lady Di.
I have always thought of people the way she did. Often putting away my on needs for the needs of others and knowing the difference between who we are and what we are and that needs must always come before the wants in life.© 23 hours ago, Bonnie J Hollywood-Cutts
~~~~GO ON... SON~~~~
At the edge of your nail
dancing of success
requesting for time and effort
from you, to have a grasp
I needs must sweat
to have endless acquire
What one acquires with one's sweat
goes endless years
My son, what sweat you've shed
to say it is enough
next steps that lies forth you
maybe the key to success
So relax not
in pursuing your dream.
~~~~ROSE~~~~
At the coastline of a stream
stood a beautiful rose
I wondered, had she a mermaid
but fresh from head to toe
without a fish tail
A thoughtless wind
tossing to and fro her attire
as a swaying kite
I moved to her
within her angelic eyes
A chime of lonelyness
Like a ringing-bell
My heart danced
singing song of infatuation
I wanted to say HI girl
Suddenly, I heard humming
Of a speedboat from afar
She smiled; is it for me?
Is the smile for me?
I thought
She moved toward the guy
and then into the boat
Anger smiled within me
the surf burst into laughing
I watched them
as they begin to go
till they vanished within empty space.
What on earth did I do to deserve this fate ?
From my insouciance I awoke much too late.
'Tis to Tomi now in exile on the Black Sea
Augustus in his wisdom has condemned me.
Julia's company and that poem where I erred
Removed me from the leisured life I much preferred.
And now my sorry assize I needs must thole
With only my wife's tenderness me to console.
This crude and inclement clime I must now call home
Sequestered so far from my distant beloved Rome.
Surrounded I am by dull furs and guttural sounds
Where in my mind life with bright togas and verse abounds
If I am not to lose my precious muse
Their language I must learn and use.
Caesar hopes me to have metamorphosed
From sophisticate to rude yokel indisposed.
Yet my Epistulae ex Ponto plead for his mercy to contain
Hopes for my return to Rome, though that all looks in vain.
If my poetry cannot soften his implacable heart,
Then perhaps others will appreciate my art.
Enchained as I am in this Hades of a living tomb,
My poetry must transform it into my Elysium.
Where Rome was once my sucus et sanguis,
Tomi must now serve as my grand palace
Still I Love You.
You are out of my love range.
Still i love you
I want to be your furure life partner in real Life,
Even donot know the way
travel towards your road
Even though i love you a lot,i miss you a lot,i kiss you a lot .
Each day i see you in my dreams as mine hubby
A fake dream a fake promise of my imagination.
I donot know i will get you in my future life or not
Still i love you
Without any greed of money
Without any sexual desire
My love is full of purity of
Heart and soul.
I want you to be so near
So that i whisper all my
Love ,laughter ,sorrow ,grief ,pain in your ear
Under your arms
Being a blessed wife
Being a blessed mom of
Your lot of children
Still i love you
Even i know its my fake dream
You are out of my love range
My Love it should be silent,being deep.
And being very peaceful should be still.
Still as the utmost depths of oceans keeps.
Serenely silent as some mighty hill,
Yet is my love so great it needs must fill.
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill.
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran