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Linda is making her urgent plea today
to all who read her desperate message;
she asks for comforting words and prayers
for her son Eric, who is going to Iraq, whose
pride and courage reflects a young age.
Go, Eric from your loved Motherland
and bring along the Star-Spangled flag...
to remind you of a mission of liberty,
to open the eyes of those deceived by tyranny;
go, Eric and bring along God's mercy.
Saying goodbye may be too hard,
so let tears flow to release much pain,
and your sacrifice is another child's gain...
an American soldier being there to transform ugliness into beauty,
to let him, or her see how a kind and loving stranger can change their destiny.
Go, Eric and make America proud with your manly ego,
and tell your mom that another unforgettable hero
will be added to the long list of those who planted their seed;
and on his return his family and friends will hug him
and congratulate him for his bravery and grit.
God's protection is invoked by a well-wisher and a caring person like me...
to bring you home in the shortest time, safe and sound;
and may the desert nights help you find that special friend in the stars,
and may the long days resemble the radiant sun's face, and should
you break down and cry: don't let despair be your demise.
Embrace your mother, and kiss her tenderly,
show her how strong and confident you are...
to go overseas and engage in a war still fought with atrocity;
look afar...visualize the moments of your glory:
when you'll land on your adored and beloved shore.
Inspired by Linda-Marie Bariana's Blog
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Kindness and Love
by Kevin Davis, 2024
Seek to learn what makes you whole,
The kindness and love that live in your soul.
A whisper gentle, from heavens above,
Guiding your steps with the light of love.
It’s found in a hand that reaches in need,
In the quiet grace of a selfless deed.
It shines in the words that comfort and care,
In prayers unspoken, in moments we share.
Kindness, the bridge that binds us all,
Love, the answer both mighty and small.
Together we weave a tapestry bright,
A lantern to lead through the darkest night.
So, open your heart, let your spirit be free,
Spread kindness and love like waves on the sea.
For in giving, life’s true meaning is shown—
Through kindness and love, our strength is grown.
Keep your face lifted, your smile aglow,
Embrace those around you, let warmth overflow.
Turn from the voices that darken with spite,
They offer no comfort, no joy, no light.
For all hearts seek a way to be whole,
And kindness and love are food for the soul.
So, hold to your values, let goodness remain,
The whisper of heaven will echo again.
...She looked at him with a sneer and a snarl,
Then looked off to the priest with venom eyes,
Only to look back and rage at Marton,
“You need to suffer! I won’t let you die!”
She lunged forwards, plunged her teeth in his neck,
Marton just smiled, he’d counted on this,
Adelina was always predictable,
and true to form her response had been brisk.
But then with a cry she went reeling back,
her blood stained mouth dissolving then and there,
hurried shrieks came out of her ruined face,
her green eyes shrouded in pain and despair.
Marton just laughed, and paced slowly forwards.
“Did you not know blood is mostly water?
And that priests can make all water holy?
Did you not know God gave them such power?
“All I needed was to hear a few prayers,
and all the water in me became blessed.
drinking Holy Water…bad for your kind,
maybe enough to kill off your undeath.
“Your mouth is gone, your jaw has burned away,
but you’re not dead yet, so father, grab her.”
The priest seized her and cast her to the ground,
so weak was she no resistance was offered.
Marton just stalked over his old love's form,
said, “Now my dear, you probably won’t like this,
but we’ve no other way to kill you right now,
and I just really have to take a piss…”
What happened next need not be described here,
suffice to say that Marton’s ‘Holy Stream’
finished Adelina with a hot burst,
and no more would she haunt innocents' dreams.
Though they both survived, Marton came to see,
that he had put himself out of a job,
the priest spread the news, the people were blessed,
and of prey all the vampires were robbed.
They got so hungry they turned to livestock,
so the priests went out and blessed them all too,
within two decades the undead were gone,
leaving Marton with nothing much too do.
He ended up running that same tavern,
spinning grand tales of his days of glory,
how a full bladder could kill vampires,
just get him drunk, he’ll tell the whole story!
Mr. Robin arrived on Spring's early Tide
Of mid-March born to a chill wind born
From his wing dropped a feather
Foretelling milder weather
Yet those slants of ice in the air
Hunger pangs, mealtime's prayers
'Twere no whistles of mirth
'Twere no worms in the Earth
No gentle rains to nurture the ground to give birth
To shoots of bright blossoms or soft-pedaled roses
Nor even a hint of green-tinged garden-hoses
All still lay bare, brown, hard as a rock
"The Earth be not ready!"
Quoth her biological clock--
When through the heart of Mr. Robin
Hurtled Winter's last gasp
A glistening icicle
In the shape of an asp
Where are you going? The EMS workers are wondering
As a thousand screaming people run out
The EMS is running in
What can we do to help? The EMS workers are asking
Helping each other triage, in every way possible.
Children are being spoken to in soft voices as
Other EMS are putting sheets over their parents' bodies
All working together to help the child not see
Fully what has happened.
Where am I needed? The EMS workers are listening.
Hearing what they need to hear, travelling hard and fast
To rescue, comfort, and hold someone's hand that last time
Because Moms and Dads cannot be everywhere.
Grandma's prayers do not always cover everything.
Grandpa's sometimes leave their Super Hero suits in the closet
So we have angels, spirits, and EMS workers
In the form of firemen, policemen, nurses,
Doctors, medics, EMTS, and paramedics,
Picking up the slack, running in when everyone else
is running out, running away, and running amok.
They keep us calm, they listen, they encourage, they coax,
But mostly they show us the love we need when we need it.
To arrogantly use your words for knives
Foolishly repeating all that one hears
Spewing vitriol comments that hurt lives
Displaying high drama and made-up fears
Poems of inspirational prayers are penned
Proclaiming bountiful power of God
Assuring forgiveness for all who've sinned
Appear to border pretentious and odd
Many wrote of caring for yourself first
Want abortions to be medical care
Shame those wanting America put first...
Called self-centered and how could they dare?
Those who should be ashamed go on and on
With rudeness and spite not seeing the tears
Or members with deep country love now gone...
Your disappointed and bewildered peers
Whose “image and likeness”
I ache as my spirit recoils, denies
the truth of what we have become.
…in his image and likeness..
surely there could not be
a “god” so disfigured, so ugly
as to hate its offspring,
send assassins into our midst,
fill our “prayers” with doubt and distress
sicken our spirits with the apathy of acquiescence,
abandon us to our acceptance of evil.
I grieve all death as it depletes
the fullness of our entwined spirits
drains the sap from our tree of life
denies a never formed branch existence
depletes the chorus of its fullness.
I weep in sorrow for the body of man
bleeding slowly from self inflicted wounds
blinded by the horror that it sees
unable to fulfill life’s simplest need
consumed with petty enmity and hate
children the sacrificial lambs of fate.
I am angry with this “disfiguring” god
enraged that he would tar us with this brush
paint caricatures of our souls
default dominion - this worlds debauchery.
I am appalled that men can do to men
such that the soul would favor hell
over living in the squalor of despair
seeking mercy from a god who’s disappeared.
John G. Lawless
6/19/2015
I will be happy, I will be glad, for life has allowed me to grow and love each day.
I will be happy, for the lessons, for the losses, for the truths that showed themselves after some time.
I will be happy, for the rain, that lets the flowers grow and lets me see the beauty show.
I will be happy, for the haters, they showed me the true colors of their intentions.
I will be happy, for the day and nights, they let me live and sleep in life.
I will be happy, for the tears I cried, they let me release the pain that was inside.
I will be happy, for all the blessings, I will pray and love and forgive and move on.
I will be happy, each day, and remember the ones that can never live in happiness because they lack good intentions.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Running in circles I am
Nothing ever lasts
Seasons change then times pass
Dreams smothered in overwhelming emotion
Feels like someone is losing devotion
Running in circles I am
World turned upside down compared to mankind's notions
See as the returning withers the oceans
Shredded by thorns
The feeling to it is numb
Yes I know im bleeding
I'm not dumb
A rose strangled in the struggle
It's outcome wraps the beauty into a mud puddle
Oh how the silence grows subtle
Hating the burden that's mine to bear
Sometimes I wish I wasn't there
Caught in a trap
A damned snare
Yet I pretend its marks it left were never there
Just something else to pull out my hair
Seasons changed and time elapsed
Still are many prayers that haven't yet been answered
Or yet even asked
No doubt in its occurrence but the wait is whats hurting
Just have to remind myself its not a race
And I don't have to move fast
I am outlast
They think they’re Keats and Frost of time,
Some pen-pushers are frost in time.
All they pen, not but passing rhyme,
Is set sail, a big boast in time,
Which, all of self-promoted stuff
Gathers black and white dust in time.
Let some prayers be said for them:
Their footprints last on coast in time.
Heart wishes well, head less than least,
I propose still a toast in time
That those that have at least tried hard
Are not treated as ghosts in time.
I too, perhaps as one of them,
Hope that their tribe’s not lost in time.
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Ghazal (tongue-in-cheek) |04.03.2025| humour, poet, time