Long Sympathy Poems
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Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.
When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.
Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.
Standing here by the shore
Far beyond my long gaze
I see the earth and sky closer
My memory turns into quiet sea
That reflects through generations
Every thoughts I have is all
For everyone I dearly love whom
Like dew on grass - pure, sincere
And filled with light but now long gone
Time slows down to let me whisper
To my ancestors in the silent hill
Where candles on graves light not for sadness
But remembrance as lanterns of hope
Lighting their souls to heaven's home
Let the God of destiny hear my sadness
As I can't hold my tears to fall
Mix to the waves as additional salting
My intermittent gasping is my deepest sympathy
To my memory to my lost loved ones.
Between mankind and other animals,
The Creator sees no difference.
They breathe the same air,
they all need the waters,
they all must feed,
they all require shelter and love;
they all reproduce
and care for their young.
The all mourn a loss
and revel in joyful play.
They all bleed and pour forth tears;
the Creator has made them so.
You are all the Creator’s family,
children, siblings
a soul connection binds you
and Mother Earth feeds, nourishes,
shelters you and your kin.
Do you not hear the howl of the wolf
when a pack member passes?
He is as you, left with a void
in the heart that will not be filled.
Do you not see the tears
in the eyes of a dog
for her stillborn pup?
Mortality does not stop
at the biped;
it stretches far beyond.
The compassion of the creator sees,
hears, knows all and loves all
unconditionally.
Do you not see that he gifts humankind
with opposable thumbs
for the care of his brethren?
An animal is an animal
whether bi-pedal, quadruped,
finned, or winged
and that we all exist
is by the grace of the Creator.
We are all, our brother’s keeper.
1-11-2022
A STRAND (1050) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.
Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with curiosity.
I so wanted to help him
but we're worlds apart.
How can he feed?
How can he fend?
Suddenly, he flew away up the beach,
I followed him.
There he stood lightly wafting in the wind,
still balanced on that single leg.
His fellow Sandpipers scurry about
unnoticing his remarkable challenge.
Later, a kindly friend told me
shorebirds often hide one leg
to conserve energy.
Silly, I felt a loss
for my misplaced empathy
towards my one-legged friend.
What a self-centered bubble
I live in.
We're always so troubled by
what we think we know.
Truth is, we know so little.
Next time on the beach,
I'll look for the one-legged Sandpiper.
It'll remind me that
there's so much I still don't know.
Deep in Isreals prisons so drear, there is such abaesment, it brings me to tears.'
Accounts of men, violated by dogs maybe
Also women.? And the guards? Are they
human or just filthy hogs.? I'd heard such
Horror stories was it last year.? I dismissed
Such as miss-information.' Yet now more
Amplification reaches my ears, some idf
Thugs have broken.. Under the pressure and strain, they corroberate victim statements
There are medical reports..All seems insane.' Once I was in deep sympathy with
That Isreali state as a whole.' Now i am
Sickened and dissmissive, at these most
Shamefull acts that have stole, humam faith and dignity, i wish it were not so.'
I have now no choice, but to turn around to leave
Such sick; sick acts, now force me (so to do !)
The joy that we remember,
Is something that lives on?
The nature of burning embers
Made us fugitive!
Our past years made us believe
For what is most worthy to be blessed;
Delight and liberty, the sympathy and creed
Of a childhood, whether busy or sat rested,
With butterflies fluttering inside her breast
Thinking of all those being raised;
But one of the most obstinate questions
It don’t make sense inwards or outwards,
People falling for us, then vanish;
Left with Blank misgivings like a creature
Moving about in a world not realising
Putting high instincts before our mortal nature
Feeling trembled with a guilt a thing surprised;
Breaking and having no affection
Seeing a shady spirit of recollection,
A pattern left by red puffy eyes know one could see;
Brown eyelashes hid pigment of suede
A history of a stranger still to be untold,
Sat on furniture that leather is made,
And the candle light will burn all day;
Is the master’s light one of the strangest ray?
Weakened by soulful cries
Shoulders fall side by side with teardrops,
Bowed heads and heavy eyes?
Didn’t want to be held, cherished, and have power,
Noisy moments not taking it awfully hard,
Can’t be without another hour
Not to Perish Never;
Filled with passion and endeavour,
None of this tears, just laughter
Break eternity and Silence: truth awakes;
One neither listens, nor goes mad,
Hence a calm moment making us sad
Can utter abolish or destroy!
Or will it leave enmity with joy.
However the land will lie,
Wherever you are, whatever you’ve done,
Through hounds of hell I would walk your way.
The Map
In life we choose the direction of our feet,
often by the way those around us expect us to go.
Shockingly, striking out on a new road,
or moving beyond the comfort zone of acceptance,
can be a challenge formidable even to titans.
Passion, empathy, sympathy and prayer,
replace the compass norm.
We have been to the stars, we will go back.
We have sailed the seas and now must learn to farm them.
New lands, new places, now planets…maybe.
The star chart, the sextant, ready to hand…
God’s bible, the Lord’s word, comfort in the dark.
Water washing over the bow.
Dust drummed up by the hooves of horses.
Lewis and Clark…one Indian woman.
Pieces across the grid, here and there.
Journey to the edge and back.
Test the limits of our boundaries,
ever humble to the maker of ALL THINGS!
Trust, like a pitiless whore-master, grins
as between the sheets and at my breasts, he suckles.
Though Cupid lauds' the joy, I feel only stings.
The manic moon shivers to shriek-like violins
as trusting seed is split and son-less my knees buckle
mother-less street urchin blanched, impatient, sin.
In sympathy the sun pales night's mood swings
seeking to caress and hold with a fractured chuckle
love's exhausted, and misspent, ripened lingerings
To the dying day and I, cry of might-have-beens
ivory white my ice hands, my bleeding knuckles
Trust like a pitiless whore-master grins
Though Cupid lauds' the joy, I feel only stings.
An unbeliever is not really different
from an atheist, their thoughts are equal...
wallowing in bigotry with no truth to tell.
They defiance is demonstrated in arrogant phrases,
woe to you believers! Don't let them deceive you!
The lion devours anyone who's feeble and powerless.
Post your banner of faith and make them scamper,
and see them retrieve into their loathsome anger...
feel no pity or sympathy...let them fee their agony.
When a godly man states his views on spiritual matters,
he is surely disliked for declaring this truth with sincerity and boldness;
in ancient times, there was such an unquestionable, faithful man,
King David was the humblest and most virtuous one...
when it came to writing psalms and praise His Creator,
for he was wonderfully made and his thankfulness conveyed it more.
Defend your faith, there are many snakes hiding in the tall grass and one of them
seemingly asleep, will bite you to inject his deadly venom...
be careful and watch that serpent with a diligent eye and recognized bigotry.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The four-instrument orchestra
plays oldies and my favorite aria,
the listeners of different ages watch Debby,
the lovely violinist, who earns their instant sympathy;
they applaud and donate quarters and dollars
for a cause that enriches every life changed by songs!
Raise your flag of victory,
in those crowded squares of different nationalities,
skin color is not seen, you only feel equality;
express great joy and defeat monstrosity!
Raise the flag of victory,
even haters get tired of their anger and madness!
Music unites and understanding creates harmony,
ask Debby why she loves playing music for the crowds;
her surprising answer will be, " I make them happy,
the reward is not money but a brave act of humanity;
my lively music makes their feet move frantically:
it's zest for life, it's gratefulness shown in smiles! "
Raise the flag of victory
whenever you achieve another outstanding goal;
whenever your pride makes you walk very tall!
Raise your flag of victory,
nobody besides you can change reality;
beating the odds is not an impossibility!