Thank you for sharing this one, Marleen

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
     New York Hospital.

         SLOW DANCE

     Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
     Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

     Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
     Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

     You better slow down.
     Don't dance so fast.
     Time is short.
     The music won't last.

     Do you run through each day on the fly?
     When you ask, "How are you?"
     Do you hear the reply?

     When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
     with the next hundred chores running through your head?

     You'd better slow down
     Don't dance so fast.
     Time is short
     The music won't last.

     Ever told your child,
     We'll do it tomorrow?
     And in your haste,
     Not see his sorrow?

     Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
     Cause you never had time
     To call and say, 'Hi'

     You'd better slow down.
     Don't dance so fast.
     Time is short.
     The music won't last..



     When you run so fast to get somewhere,
     You miss half the fun of getting there.

     When you worry and hurry through your day,
     It is like an unopened gift....
     Thrown away.

     Life is not a race.
     Do take it slower
     Hear the music
     Before the song is over.

          
    

     

For The Lost Ones -- a poem by Kimberly Arnold

For The Lost Ones  Written by Kimberly Arnold, March 24, 2012

(After reading the book called, Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay)

Taken from their homes in darkness, led away in faith and trust.

How could anyone have foretold, the senseless horror, the ugliness.

At the Velodrome in France, across sea and time so long ago.

There is a story that must be spoken, the truth cruel and unjust.

Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

“Spring Breeze” the nazi’s called the raids.

A “Spring Breeze”, that choked and burned

Innocent lives turned into chaos.

Suffering from hatred deeply learned.

Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

Turn a blind eye to the round-up

Close your ears to their painful cries

Neighbours feigning ignorance

While those trapped in the horror dome

Bore witness, as too many innocents died.

Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

Sixty years have come and gone

Their silence must not be forgotten

Stand with me to bare witness,

For the families that once lived

Pray for the lost children, forever angels they’ll remain

Four thousand voices strong will sing their haunting refrain

Vel d’Hiv is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

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"I AM" - a poem by Raj Babu Gandham

 

" I am "

I am there
within you
sitting next to you
speaking to you...
always in you, with you.

as flow in your tears
as sparkle in your smiles
as life in your breath
as beat in your heart
as soul in your soul

ALWAYS IN YOU, I AM

I see compassion in you
I see charity in you
I see accolades in you
I see happiness in you
I see jubilation in you

WITHIN YOU, I AM

Your lies I watch
Your love I live
Your anger I see
Your jealousies I know
Your hatred I observe

I KNOW YOU
under your covers

I am the self
I am you
I am your truth

I am
ATMAN !

Fresh From The Garden! - a poem by Patricia A. McGoldrick

FRESH FROM THE GARDEN!

 

Patricia A. McGoldrick

 

Four fuschia tulips

bloom atop slender green stems

in translucent blue glass bottle

--bliss!

 

 





 

 © 2014 Patricia A. McGoldrick

 

 

2014 BIO:

Patricia McGoldrick is a Kitchener, ON, writer. In her poems, stories and essays, she is inspired by the everyday. Patricia is a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the League of Canadian Poets. Recently, published in the annual collaborative poem, I Hear the Wind Waiting, at leafpress.ca. Follow her on Twitter: @pamcgoldrick. Stop by her blogs at http://pm27.wordpress.com and http://pmpoetwriter.blogspot.ca/