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Holly Harrington Poem
Youth becoming fast the grownup.
Courage with all the emotions.
Holding fast to lay down cowardice.
Creeps into all at times beaten.
Guns battering chaos from dreams.
One’s dream sleep shades of red.
Repressed from never thinking.
Never to end til spent.
Smokey tides of grey.
Plans left behind never return til then.
The ultimate duty of family.
Calls to one’s mind past caught up.
Copyright © Holly Harrington | Year Posted 2017
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Holly Harrington Poem
Poet, Hush!
The world says, "Hush"! I say no to the world.
Yes, I hear the poets. Yes, I feel and sense
the pain and anguish. The tears for the
world agenda.
Power, greed from all walks of life to
the detriment of all.
One goal the ultimate hierarchy.
Anarchy or nothing. Bloodshed to gain
the prize. What do you gain?
Secret deals yet to be exposed to
the light?
Power over the status quo which
needs real truth, wisdom and real reform
for all. True slavery?
Power over the individual.
Someday we all will know true
oppression?
Power over themselves but it
will fail.
Everyone they say has to serve someone
so the story goes. Even the powerful..........
So how can you master a master
when its impossible. They become the
slave instead of the servant.
Quiet they may hear us.
Hush Poet! 21st Century abounds with a
fresh start only we see the
violence of newness dawning.
Can we children find the peace
hoped for? It's a possibility but
people can't contain the impulses
of their own risk.
Civilizations will come and go but
the game stays the same.
Until we keep our passions at
bay and our eyes small we will
not see the truth.
Common folk do not escape but
hold aloof from the Elite.
Yet we pay the toll always.
When will this end for all.
I hear agenda, Hush Poet, Hush!
I love the Poets. They know how
to play in their heart of hearts and
mastery of the mind combined.
They know who the Servant is or at
least try to understand.
Wedding both the mind and the heart
to win the people to proper goal.
Hush, Poet, Hush!
There is an answer but not everyone
listens and watches.
The leaders need to be gentled
not feared and we must not
fear anything.
We must see the shining light at
the end of the dark tunnel.
The fear only paralyzes the nation
and all comes to a halt.
You mustn't hush the poets they
see the many. They see the
destruction and the real oppression.
I think I can see it before my heart.
My mind knows to.
Selfish interest will not save
the day but the sharing of great
success for all.
Maybe this is an optimistic dream
but I dont walk a narrow path
for nothing.
Painful tears they walk by them
without a care in the world.
The children who walk in the
light to fight another day.
Let us gently breathe quietly and
hope again for those we call our
kin our true neighbor.
Hush the fanatic agenda that is reason.
Do not hush the gentle leader who
has vision.
Copyright © Holly Harrington | Year Posted 2011
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Holly Harrington Poem
Red Rose time beauty most Devine leave your children the vine.
Mother of the Life most clear expresses her joy's most Devine.
Let us cleave to many dark brought back from the Abyss May.
Purple Hail the Mother children--take back those who seek it.
Leave the abyss to it and awake it not for the children Devine.
Medals of time sway you not from your Blue Devine's purposes.
Let the children to the Devine be swayed not.
Mary Mother world to you I commit Lover's Dew.
Your Son is most Royal Devine, love, sweetness and hope.
Copyright © Holly Harrington | Year Posted 2008
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