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Someone left a seed to grow
on barren fertile land.
From seed to tree
for you and me
Its beauty our command.
Someone planted grape vines
along a broken fence.
Now our glasses bubble
with fragrant effervesce.
I see waves of rye and wheat
dancing in bright sun.
Someone plowed those fields for us,
food for everyone.
Sun and sky and clouds above,
who placed those wonders there?
No one standing on this earth
dare try to walk on air.
Moon and stars and lightning bolts,
silver way on high!
What amazing majesty
just to please our eye.
So who then took their time for this?
Does anybody know?
Let me think with all my might.
No one I think—although.....
Written May 16, 2016
In the echoes of Ukraine’s broken streets,
The cries of mothers replace the lullabies.
Children learn war before they know peace,
And rubble replaces their dreams of skies.
A theater of power, painted in blood,
Where egos clash and empires pretend.
Yet not one soldier, not one soul,
Asked for this play that may never end.
Zelenskyy, the people's hope, now dim,
Your laughter cannot drown out the cries.
You play a role for nations to cheer—
But your stage is built on shattered lives.
Putin, your shadow stretches far,
But it cannot cover the truth with fear.
Withdraw your iron, lay down your pride,
And let the dawn of peace draw near.
NATO, UN — where are your hands?
Are they tied with threads of gain?
While cities crumble, and fathers fall,
You measure loss in numbers, not pain.
To Europe — stop scripting this war,
For every cannon you feed with fire,
Another soul is lost to the dark,
Another field becomes a pyre.
Let the people rise — both black and white,
No more division in skin or creed.
We are the seeds of a better world,
Not pawns in a tyrant’s selfish need.
For how long shall the innocent bleed?
For how long shall the silence scream?
Awake, humanity! Tear down the lies —
And give the world back its dream.
Piglet and Pooh seal their friendship on their daily walk.
They casually bring philosophy to their lively talk.
Share sage advice, each one with their own reflection.
Demonstrate their trust in each other’s friend recollection.
Their walks take them around 100 Acre Wood along the valley.
They leave bits of themselves along the way, as they diddle dalley
Christopher Robin sometimes catches up with them to chat.
They are always thrilled to see him, and Tigger, bouncing fat.
Let’s go cheer up Eyeore, Piglet suggests with a happy inclusive shout.
And Rabbit and Kanga? Pooh adds not wanting to leave anyone out.
Or it could just be the two of us, Piglet says, not wanting a crowd today.
They wander along the path, two friends, sharing their swag and sway.
Dice, the goddess of morals, asked her mother, Themis
Why there's divorce, gambling, abortion, and alcoholism?
Why should dehumanization, like a Bloodstone, beamish?
Why should knives of nemesis nip the knots of neutralism?
Cores of conscience, like collapsed castles, Themis said, crash
The self within the inner sanctum, like sand grains, is split.
Joy, peace, harmony, happiness, and self-fulfillment clash
Empathy and sympathy submit to apathy's conflict.
Demons in humans delicately dominate their domains.
As though white sheep amongst black cattle, they cudgel their brains.
Their will to do good, like delinquent house dogs, is in chains.
Blood of cutthroat competitions, to win, flows in their veins.
Honesty should guide one and all, Themis said to Dice.
Summit of self-splendidness alone will never suffice.
When Faith turns fanatic,
When the mind, like a sponge soaked in dogma,
When the lure of money overrides,
When reason is hoodwinked
With the promise of a Heaven in wait,
A terrorist is born!
He moves around armed with ammunition.
Joins other desperados with loaded guns and bombs.
Like horrendous beasts unleashed from the den
They lunge on a rampage, with threats at gunpoint.
In God's name violence is concocted
Spewing hatred, hostility, and horror
When interests clash, when the greed for power overrides
Between countries, tension builds.
In the war between Russia and Ukraine
In the turmoil between Jews and Palestinians
How many have died leaving their families wailing?
We are on the brink of an apocalypse.
Guns roar, bombs blast, causing,
Death, deformity, and destruction,
Mushroom clouds rise high.
Dark clouds hang on the horizon.
Frivolous ideologies kill lives of innocents
Leading to distress and doom.
With the world turning into a battlefield
We need an escape from this inferno.
Combined efforts alone can subdue,
This formidable enemy of gigantic proportions.
United shall we stay to get all wrongs right,
Muster strength to catch the bull by its horns,
To let the doves of peace take on wings,
And build a world free of hostility and war!
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Being pulled from all sides in different directions,
with force so strong that can move a mountain.
These are ropes made of ego,masked with righteousness,
scented with entitlement and pride.
confused,worried,a little lamb,running and searching for haven.
Saw all the beautiful and colourful things,and ran into
abode of god.
shocked!!
with fear dripping off as sweat,saw some sharpening knives,
with prayer of peace on their lips.
Ran again for life into intellectual laboratory,white and clean.
People with coats to experiment on this.
Tears flowing,ran again ,this time to a place where it is revered and loved,
but saw its other friends who were neglected as they were not pretty or endearing.
Hoped people there would not be hypocritical/diabolical ,but they let others to deskin its other friends, for their luxury.
As a last resort,went to sceptics,people of isms and of different wings.
to its surprise ,shouting,ranting and with false righteousness and hardly baked truth,asking the lamb to jump on their side.
sensing danger ,fear in eyes with fast pounding heart,ran at speed of light.
so it thought.
As the legs were tiny and weak,fell on the ground.
Felt something around its neck,saw the entangled ropes so tight,
being pulled from all corners.
Gasped for breath,said a faint ,silent prayer in the heart.
Eyes searched for ism,which could save from these daggers,
but all it could see at a distance,limping and bleeding humanity,
with arms stretched which were tied and could hardly reach.
PS:This poem is about people in general,who belong to different ideologies,
trying to pull others in to their groups where humanity,love,empathy and care is missing.
They started laughing but were just lagging
Their brains ain’t connected to the router
So they reroute the disconnection on you
Hardwired to mess around not understanding people have software
Use a cord but no accord.
Can’t even cancel the download
They put the load down on you
Explanations like binary
Ask one to explain the joke
But zero understanding
Everything on the internet is real
Really?
Real lie
Solar panels over farms stealing the sky
You can only steal the sky if it is falling to the ground
People picking up necessities and selling them for consumables
Everyone is so fat that is the con of sumo bowls.
Enjoying the superbowl but why?
I like the cowboys.
Holy cow, you like boys?
Accusations so quickly
They only hear what they can understand
But they can’t stand to understand others so they just sit
Around but they don’t have circle
Most friends of me aren’t friends they are frenemies
Switch up when they can get the best of me
Vapers aren’t friends they r fiends
Vaping ain’t smoking but it is smore flavor
Crippling the mind
Can walk but still use crutches
Trying to run
But they cough up addiction
Stuck in decision
Stuck in indecision
Trying to quit
Self control like a pigeon
Hard to fly through vape clouds
Hard to see God’s mission
God is the father don’t miss none
Make sure you don’t miss his son
He beat the cross but you are crossing the line
All these excuses running out of time
Waiting for a sign to cross the street but no cars coming
Soon god is coming but no one cares
A Shepherd tends to his sheep
watching over them to protect
His desire is to keep them all close
To see them all gather
from the call of His voice
He shall provide and lead them to water
so they shall not thirst
He shall lead them to green pastures
for their hunger is satisfied
The Shepherd is love and comfort
but yet so few will return the love
and seek for his guidance and knowledge
for they do not understand how all have gone astray
For they might see a few green plants
begin to bloom and wander off from the Herd
in search of trying to eat on their own
maybe a mud puddle in view as they run
to drink it before the others take notice
These sheep grow more confident in providing for themself
and wander further as each day passes
seeking from their own wisdom
while pushing down a corrupt path
causing confusion to escape their winding maze
The Shepherd continues to call
for the ones which have got lost
He longs to see them come out from the wild
His mercy and love forgives them of where they have been
while making a new creation
so they shall love and teach of their escape
Many sheep shall hear His voice and know this is Him
listening carefully to be lead back Home
To be thankful He never quit calling
and the desire to feel the Love and Comfort once felt
To rejoice in living in His Herd
He was gentle and compassionate
Filled with love and tenderness
Yet, beyond the mildness of the lamb
There was the reality that He had the
Strength of lions disguised in meek
He was affectionate to those who needed
A devoted heart and a soothing spirit
Someone who would listen with empathy
And give them an opportunity to be
Understood with true, kindly sympathy
He was kind to the broken hearted
And gave sincere love to those in need
There was a sense of God’s wisdom
In all his words, parables and miracles
He gave them all His true discernment
He listened to the lame and poor
Told the demons to leave their prey
Yet, most often, the pharisees came
And put him down for doing good deeds
Making the people see their blessings
He washed the disciples feet with joy
That He was giving, serving in love
Sharing the light that is sent from above
The sweetness and quietness of a dove
Meant to bring down God’s gracious spirit
He taught in the tabernacle and His disciples too
Giving them the greatest lessons ever instructed
Reassuring their questions with deepest insight
Answering them with truth that He was
Their guide, their light, their mercy in love
He welcomed the children to his knee
Told all who would listen how he did feel
About the father up above, the one who
Gave his utmost, His one and only son
Jesus is always the very best I AM!
September 17, 2019
Pick a line any line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
I chose a line from my poem entitled I AM
Allow Them To Eat Your Brain
You are relaxed as you scroll there.
Watch the endless turning and spinning.
The never-ending parade of ideas and images.
Watch closely.
Keep your eyes open and concentrate.
Follow follow follow the magic memes…
Let them consume your mind’s eye.
Allow them to eat your brain with relish.
Your eyelids are now getting heavier.
Relax.
Relax.
See the absorbing blinding images.
See the moving shapes make their strange sounds.
Don’t blink as they pass by.
Watch watch watch the endless turning and spinning.
Be open to all suggestions from them.
Let them consume and eat and swallow you.
You are their wonderful meal under the yellow sun.
You are their reason for spasming.
Don’t forget to keep your eyes open.
Follow follow follow the magic memes…
Relax.
Relax.
Follow follow follow…
Let them.
Let them consume your mind’s eye.
Allow them to eat your brain with relish.