A message from a poet to all that lives on earth to demonstrate mercy.
Calm
Love and forgiveness is the way of peace
Reconciliation so that hate may cease
A softer tone to comfort the weak
A brighter path of negotiation and turning the other cheek
Holding hands in dear bonding with one another
All humanity living in harmony with each other.
A civilized state of common respect for all
The direction to tear down conflict and a sexist wall
To seek justice to insure safety with the reminder of responsibility
Redeeming our spirituality or freedom of choice, indiscriminately
So that we all may stand united without fear undoubtedly
Calm.
-Valinteno Robertson 2011
Where regal forts lie dormant now,
Once Maedbh beheld the Sacred Cow,
At Cruachan of the fifty mounds,
From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds,
A vision, behold, Róisín Dubh,
Symphony of my stolen love,
Never before a sight so fair,
Like Adams ale flowed burning hair,
'Come now young seeker, take my hand,
And come with me to Faery land'
And then she hummed her Faery tune,
Invoking ages of the moon,
'For who but you may understand,
The grieving whispers of this land?'
Blessed am I, behold this sight,
The Sídhe summon me tonight,
'And who but you may come to know,
The seraphic language of the crow?'
'Come now young seeker, from the cold,
And know not sickness, death nor old'
Then louder grew her Faery tune,
And slowly I began to swoon,
'You once were children of the Sun,
Where heroes dwelt there now are none'
'Deepest silence, they must endure,
But not for you whose soul is pure'
'The time will be upon us soon,
To sing the chorus of the moon'
At Cruachan of the fifty mounds,
From Uaigh na gCat came Faery sounds,
Boldly now I took her hand,
And off we went to Faery land
What dreams may come
When you reach the end of a rainbow
When you find that pot of gold
What dreams may come
When you sail the seven seas
When you answer the seven wonders
What dreams may come
When you learn how to fly
When you reach Heavens’ gates
What dreams may come
When we stand hand in hand
When we live heart to heart
What dreams may come
When our beginning starts
When our love has no end
These dreams will come
When you look in my eyes
When you take the key to my heart
These dreams will come
When you listen to my thoughts
When you know everything about me
These dreams will come
When you’re not afraid of the future
When we are one
These dreams will come
When I walk down the isle
When we say ‘I Do’
These dreams will come
When we live as one
When we grow old together
You may not know, as emptiness surrounds you everywhere you go
If you could see behind a different eye,
would it be a friend or a foe?
Pain is smooth at the surface
Triggering the roots from down below
Ceases to hide behind your pride
Following you, as you continue to grow
Glancing upon a broken surface
You hide from your own reflection
You hide from all you know
Emptiness cannot be seen or heard
So you yourself, may never know
This is to all of you who have two good eyes to see.
Most of you don’t know what has been happening to me.
My vision has been experiencing steady declining.
Objects have become more difficult in defining.
One takes for granted every visualization,
denying possibilities of an occasion
when the total loss of sight becomes realization.
One day, I may not be able to see the day’s light
I may be entrapped in constant, perpetual night.
This is what happens when one loses the sense of sight.
This is a situation that can render great fright.
Sight is of the five senses, of greatest importance.
Without it, one does not truly have independence.
It forces one to be dependent on other’s aid
This scenario is enough to make one afraid.
It makes one vulnerable to others in the field.
In crossing the street when alone, their fate can be sealed.
Another tax deduction comes for deprivation.
However, no one considers that compensation.
One can’t always make an independent decision.
Everyday life is more difficult without vision.
There's sanity within my pen
A relaxing ease where I can win
Thoughts and comments they may be
But they all belong to me
In some a story may be told
Others came to me as I grew old
Some may even sound like a fantasy
But every one is special to me
With it's own time and space
Each one takes us to a different place
Words that seem to flow free
In the open waves of eternity
There is just a great feeling that I get
When at the key board is where I sit
My mind is busy with the pictures I see
And the voices that speak to me
I type some and even erase
But this is my very very happy place
Come on in no need to be shy
You'll know everyone before we say Good Bye
If for relaxing your in some need
Come on back and have a little read
Let your mind just slip away
For a minute forget about today
Let yourself into the fantasy
That no one but you will ever see
A minutes peace I hope that you find
As you with me and we unwind
Just like Calgon the take us away
But for now right here I'll stay.
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2008 unclecharlie
The coral crumbles, and paradise is overthrown in sand
And they pour the children into it like water upon tongues
What the breeze blows in my eyes cannot blind my tears
Your captains do not know the shoals like me, I dreamed awake
Among the reefs, before the breakers plundered everything
I long now to hold your rudder, but time has rot the ropey ladder
Night and day, high tides and low, I sob to mount the slippery deck
Where the tropic spray may slap may face and brace me to the plank
Until I dock the fairest ship in history's fairest weather
This too will pass...Dark days will appear, but we must hold on;
We will shed tears, but know, we are never alone.
This too will pass...Tribulations may occur, but it is not the end;
Happiness 24/7 is what we all prefer, but know, hearts don't break, they bend!
This too will pass...Sometimes through our fears, mistakes will be made.
When a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade!
This too will pass...You may not have a plan, but when you do, follow through;
Because every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do!
This too will pass...There will be emotional ails, but believe me you will not die;
Don't be afraid to fail, be afraid to try!
Written for Paula Swansons contest "Pass"
Inspiration is like:
A virtual hotwire to a higher power
"it" could be a cloudless day
a summers rain shower
or a soaring bridge over the tossing bay
like: climbing all in one leap
the tower of observation
to look out or in, to jump out or creep
up on the object of ones consideration
a path in to the source
out through the door or,
on through the verdant course
to where the spirit can soar
to overlook the teeming world below
to interconnect, introspect, NOT to subject
to capture a moment within the flow
not to object, or prospect to reject
to discover a dimly percieved coorelation
as it passes on some mental stream
or survives the fragmentation
of a dream
to flee eagerly the confines
through a passage to a hidden core
to overcome "their" defines
to become gratefully, so much more
Listen...to hear only what you wish, is unwise
listening for what's expected may cause dismay
truth is sometimes obscured, or in disguiise
but not really hidden, only unbidden, in some casual way
Discovering may only require:
the desire.
He will be taken
to a corner of the world
forced to live without
charged with false accusations
enprisoned and doomed
a fate worse than death
no one knows where this jail is
or who he is
or when his final day may be
the sins of the world laid to rest upon saving this one life
blamed for the roots of all evils
from spilling seeds to crookery
detailed
yet location and time a mystery
codes and signs developed
for who knows what
loving the sin and not the sinner
the devil owes thee
and may try to prove his cunning and sly
get out of his end of the bargain
the wool pulled off the wolf
the tag passed
back to the conference
hidden agendas and full blown sabotoge witnessed
the devils fate here misread
blackmailed with
paid to smile in his presence
two sides, bait and switch
thousands accepting bribes
left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing
lady luck runs out
to give the key to father time
I am the lost children
I am he who has wandered astray
I am the darkened wood
Witness my abscence of fear
Feel the power of my rage
My spirit knows not defeat
in the face of my enemies
for I am Defiant
And I will never yield to the forces
that seek to hinder me
Beware all that is Evil, for my will
is the sword that smites you
I am the Black sheep
and my brothers keeper
My wrath is that of justice
I am strong
so that I may protect the weak
I am lost
so that I may find them.
I try hard not to meet reproach
during the period of which i exist
when I repose-the work I've done
I hope well after my existence I'll live
darkness i must proceed from
for-if I don't- I may meet reproach
and after my existence I may live-but not as long
when my soul is free- and my flesh is carrion
my name will be tarry
my name will be siempre
my name will be immortal
do you think this inconceivable
well if you do I beg to differ
-G.E.N.E.R.A.L.
....And may you all hail the priceless day
Hold your scarlet colored Armageddon sky
Hope for the best...may your gray days return to you
Midnight fevers and noon disgusts,discussions at the square table meant for large minds
Citizens in comforted fear...
They all scream "control me, CONTROL ME!"
The Beautiful people are gone.Where have they all gone?
The Goodbyes are now in order.
Funeral Mondays and mournful years to come.
Sweet dreams to the children, for they to will grow,despair will to corrupt them
...And may the last night for everyone be a forgetful one
Listening to the news, I started off
Listening to the blues
im going come on top, a little bit higher
im going start one of a lttle bit harder
A new breed of hygine
Every exact little thing taken up by everything
Take it a level higher
Just nothing is going to happen tonight
No action will occur
though some may not understand it
and some may not be able to stand it
a night of nothing
NO ACTION
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