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Deborah Price Poem
My heart aches for a world filled with peace, so much sadness and destruction,
I cannot take any more.
I get up in the morning and put a smile on my face,
I watch things on the news and I feel disgrace.
How can I smile when the grimness of life for others hurts me so much?
How can I eat my food and not feel guilty for the starving millions?
How can I waste water having a bath or a shower when others have no
clean water even to drink?
Dying of malnourishment and dying because of contaminated water,
All over the world this is happening to real human beings and what do I do?
Carry on as normal and put a smile on my face.
The children are crying, their parents are dying,
The Parents are crying, their children are dying,
But the world carries on as normal,
And I get up every morning and put a smile on my face.
Wars are raging everywhere, haunted faces staring “Why doesn't anyone care?”
Fear and terror is their living nightmare “Why doesn't anyone care?”
We care, but we choose to look away, “we're not affected” people say,
So we get up every morning, put a smile on our faces and get on with our day.
Copyright © Deborah Price | Year Posted 2012
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In the dark recesses of my mind,
The truth I seek and so I find,
Piece by piece. a knowledge lost,
A knowledge hidden, at what cost?
Born with this, but diminished now,
But bring it back I will somehow,
All you need to know, lives within,
Before we were burdened with lies and sin.
Quiet your mind and listen to your soul,
It’s contains all you need to make you whole,
Dissatisfaction clears away,
And now you look at each new day,
With brand new eyes and sometimes awe,
So many wonders you didn’t see before,
And gratitude and smiles abound,
Because you’re true self you have found.
The birds and bees and Trees look brighter,
Your heart and soul is so much lighter,
Seasons come and seasons go,
And in your heart you’ll always know,
A little difference you can make,
No matter how small, when you’re awake.
If you greet the day with a smile so bright,
Others around you will catch the light,
And pass it on like a butterfly effect,
With heads held high and shoulders erect,
Changing a day with one small gesture,
And laughing away things that are sent to test you.
Copyright © Deborah Price | Year Posted 2012
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Deborah Price Poem
Hey Mr. Universe
Hey Mr Universe, My Heart is so sad, Has everyone in this world gone mad!
So much destruction all over the nation, Whole countries suffering Death and Starvation.
What has happened to cause all this pain?That people kill for power and gain.
A human life was once a precious gift, But the world’s leaders are causing a rift,
Amongst their own people, amongst their own kin, When will they realise to kill is a sin.
Despair and hunger go hand in hand, What happened to tilling, and feeding by hand,
Not drilling for oil, Or killing for spoil.
Where can it lead? There are people to feed,
but no! They want power, Don’t they know poor people cower,
Down to extremists, religion, dictators, Where’s all this damage going to take us?
Nature will fight back, she knows she is owed, Floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, Volcanoes ready to explode.
Each country has suffered, but people look away, Some try to help, but sometimes there’s no way.
We all once were brothers, not separate, not others.
Something terrible’s happened for life to be lessened.
Taken for granted, rich people play, Whilst poor people shrink into nothing each day.
What does the future hold for us all? If we ignore all the signals, we’ll all surely fall,
The balance is threatened, so called progression, We worry each day and talk of recession.
Whilst elsewhere it seems there is deliberate ferocity, Killing and maiming just two such atrocity’s.
Dignified people these nations once were, Now only murder and genocide occur,
What must they think of their fellow man, Letting their children die while they can,
Do something to help them, there must be a way, Help us, please help us do something today.
Before Mr. Universe looks down on us all, And tells us and shows us, we’re all going to fall,
The rich and the famous, the mighty, the poor, Will anyone be here after the mighty core,
Has exploded, imploded, and waged its own war, Upon mankind as a whole, the great Gaia takes its toll,
Ferocious anger will be released, no humans able to stop this mighty beast,
Save our people, before it’s too late, Help us to save them and all will abate!
Copyright © Deborah Price | Year Posted 2012
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I sit beside this vast expanse of water, my vision completely encompassed with glittering blue,
I blink and look up to the sunshine, before I lose myself, before I become magnetised by flickers of sunlight upon a moving mass of beauty.
I cannot comprehend why anyone would take away this marvel, a glory in it’s own right, but also a home to many, those around, and those who remain out of sight for fear of repercussions,
A nest with eggs of lapwing can be stolen for a price, or for a meal for a hungry fox or badger.
Others come for the fishing, the elegant heron, like a dinosaur in flight, but oh so graceful, The ducks they love Rhaslas for they can dive the bottom for fish, for it is a rare pond, of shallow depth, no more than six in foot.
The algae and the pond weed is food fit for the gods, and sustains many types of wildlife, and the view of the pond and it’s inhabitants sustains the soul.
I beg of you sit there for an hour, on a sunny or cloudy day, sit on the bank and listen, and look out at the sights,
If I am not mistaken you will feel rejuvenated and new, and above all you will know that I have told the truth to you.
Copyright © Deborah Price | Year Posted 2012
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