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/ 

Silent Thunder - a poem by Audrey Austin

SILENT THUNDER
He softly speaks of quiet pain
      Then smiles to ease the burden we now share

And deep within my searching soul I find a truth
       To run away from if I dare

His words are silent thunder running scared in
       circles unconnected

He touched me and I'm freezing in a suffering
       warmth that leaves me wanting to
       experience a love that can't be mine

And now I softly speak of quiet pain

His words have left me standing in the rain and
       the thunder has grown deafening

Remembrance of his smile is my umbrella.  His
       gentle touch is my despair.  He is unaware
            that I truly care; no longer there to
                   know he touched my soul and left me
                           bare and wanting.

This poem was previously published in a White Mountain Publications' Anthology.
Audrey Austin.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Tears of My Heart - a poem by Raj Babu Gandham

 

" tears of my heart "

where did
I go wrong ?
you went away
untold....

leaving me
to fend with
my own tears.

I looked for you
wherever I can,
till my heart
tired and drained.

was it right ?
for you
leaving me
or
was it my fault
loving you ?

you might have
gone beyond
my limits,

then
what is this
doing of my heart
shedding
her blood
as
TEARS !

~yathi.rajbabu
Copyright@author rajbabug16mar14 2053.

To Fly - a poem by Paulette Grant ............

When I open my heart to the sky,
I let it wash over me
and I get a feeling of expansiveness.
Unlimited space.
And yet .. the space is Knowing.
...
For a very long time I've had this Knowing.A sense of the I AM.I was such a serious child .
Someone always telling me .
For Pete's sake .. SMILE "
smile... .smile .... smile Paulette
Your face won't crack if you smile.
But

There were always too many questions
and so many stupid answers.
that just didn't fit.
So I was always thinking
and asking my questions
and searching within myself for the answers
to what felt right to me.
But I was always quiet for fear.
I was just a kid .. I feared the unknown .. and this was enough to make me serious .

I remember looking at the sky and getting so dizzy at the sheer size of heaven.
When I let my mind wander with thoughts on how far eternity stretched and how small I really was in all of it ,
The little speck I was saw me even
smaller than a fleck of dust
and yet
I still felt part of such a mystery because of twinges of memories I couldn't quite make sense of.Memories of a place in the Light , full of love.
So when finally someone said it was "GOD" that I had always known existed I believed them.
For these grownups knew who God was .. I was barely six and quickly learned that
"GOD" came with instructions on how to please Him.
Little speck that I was I took HIM to my heart but after a while
He just didn't feel right in the space
where He used to be,
the God that I knew from before.

And for a good long time of trying to make Him happy
for I was warned it would make Him very sad and angry if I ever disobeyed and that if I didn't get it right this one time I might as well forget it because He would throw me into Hell wherever That Place was ... all hot and burning they said.

So I threw Him out of me and returned to the God I remembered and loved .

I spent many years talking to my GOD while growing up, especially at night when looking out through the bedroom window and when the stars were out,it was like looking at my Home, where I really belonged.God was the one who took me through some rough times growing up.
He was always there to talk to .A good listener. I could feel it inside myself and to this day I'm still so in love with the stars.

I count myself very lucky that on any given night , I can go outside and see all the stars I want to .There are not so many city lights over here brightening up the skies and hiding the stars.
It still takes my breath away to look up.. and I still get Homesick for them ..I guess this part of me never grew up .

I want to fly ... I so want to fly .. because
Out of everything that God created , the most impressive
apart from us, Her children, the little sparks that we are ,
has to be the endless gardens and playgrounds She created in eternity........................Paulette Grant.

Thinking of Spring - a poem by Eva Ruby Austin.....

Thinking of Spring

Today the sky is azure blue
Today the sun shines brightly too.
Its very presence seems to say
'Remember spring is on the way'.

Twill not be long before the trees
Will bloom again and have new leaves,
The Robins than will come to say,
'Remember spring is on the way'.

How wonderful it is to know,
That lying, lifeless, in the snow
The grass is waiting to be seen
In all its beauty, fresh and green.

The flowers too, will wait to say
'Remember! spring is on the way'.
To Mother Natures beckoning call
They hasten promptly, one and all.

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WINTER BLUEPRINT - a poem by Patricia A. McGoldrick

WINTER BLUEPRINT

 

red maple shadows

stretch out on snow-covered yard

architect’s design

 

© 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/ 

Tears From Heaven - a poem by Rima N. Jaber

Tears from Heaven..

The door to my world is opening,
Angels are there waiting,

The password to my world is Love,...
The secret is still hidden above,

The fountain of destiny is flowing,
To the shores of love leading,

The valley of hearts is calling,
For me to go running,

Love is on this side of reality,
Love is on all sides once inside of me,

Tears from Heaven crying on Earth,
For the love which has never been returned,

The holy energy trying to heal,
Those stoned hearts who never feel,

God’s eyes are restless,
Looking for pure people hopeless,

Sending angels for the rescue,
Offering helping hand to people like me and you,

The door to Heaven is a blind faith,
Close your eyes and see God’s real face,

We were born to bring with us to Earth,
A piece of God to make our living worth,

But Tears from Heaven crying on Earth,
For the love which has never been returned.

Love you all
Always Love, Light, Joy,
Peace & Blessings to All of us

 {{ONELOVE}}
Rima N. Jaber
© February 28, 2014
~♥☼♥~See more

In The Hands of God -- a poem by Rima N. Jaber

We're nothing
but musical instruments
in the hands of God,

He plays his tunes in us
and it's up to us
how to perform them,
negatively, positively,
beautifully or badly..
...
{{OneLove}}
Rima
~♥☼♥~

From Man's Land To Unknown Land - a poem by Pramila Khadon

From Man's Land
To Unknown Land.

I still remember the words
'Ma,do not cry,...
This parachute will take you somewhere.'
The young pilot's voice kept ringing in my ears,
As I glided down,
Leaving the pilot and the plane
Whose engine had failed.

A wave of sadness engulfed me.
Taking every ounce of courage I had,
I breathed deeply,leaving my fate
In the hands of the parachute.

With painful memories flapping
Like invisible wings around me,
I thought if I fell in the freezing waves,
How would I keep my head
From the watery grave.
I knew not swimming,not even floating.
I felt like Titanic,
The ship of dreams sinking
To the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

After an avalanche of tragedies and trauma,
With a cold wind
Rustling through my bones,
I landed in an unknown land.
Like Gulliver,I set myself out
To see,to hear,to feel and to touch.

The harmonies of light and sound
Acted as a catalytic spark
to warm up my shrivelled heart.

I saw men and women,
Radiating charming personalities,
Children blossoming with love,
Animals of all kind moving fearlessly
With very little wants and wishes.
The whales were diving and surfacing
With a certain grace,
A feeling of triumph.
All were looking so relaxed and poised.

they all came to me,
The men,the women,the children
And the animals as well
With food and flowers.
They spoke among themselves
A language strange to my ears
And yet,so close to my heart.
I felt like a visiting dignitary.

Thanking them,I walked further in light steps.
The fragrance of sandalwood filled the air.
Lovers were kissing passionately
Behind the bushes of Anthurium
While the roses and the Gerberras blushed.
The jasmins and the doves cooed
And the orchids,shy,glowed in mirth.

In this land,there were no rapist,
Pedophiles,murderers,war criminals,
Violent drug cartels,despots,
Demon worshiping child killers,
Terrorists and traitors,
Making people lead a disjointed,disintegrated
And dilematic life.

Their only waterfront was service,
Compassion,love and duty.There was no social indicator
Like income per capita,health,
Democracy,economic competitiveness,
Or environmental consciousness.

All were orchestrated to perfection
By a pool of sages,who served
And lived for the moment.
There was no buying or selling
Or any barter system
For everything belonged to everyone.
The granary was always full for one and all,
Irrespective of caste,colour or creed.

I walked towards the shore
Where the waves were mild
And the sea a plain.
Children in plum-coloured brocade
were sitting cross-legged
Indian-style on the sand
Chanting verses of Buddhist wisdom
Annuttara-Samyak-Sambodhi.
And a few women and men
So knowledgeable about classicalmusic
Accompanied them lovingly.

I instinctively sat down.
After a while,
I felt two warm hands on my shoulders
And a voice gently said,'Pramila.'

Pramila Khadun.

"Your Kind of Poem" -- a poem by Dr. Koshy A.V.

Your kind of poem

I was dressed in army fatigues
camouflaged with stupid crazy leafy twigs on my helmet
sprouting like some god's chicken wings
or from my cap, we both now forget which -
You came from across the border of my dreams
We walked through the minefield
of war, of no expectations, no questions, holds barred
Only demands and the screams of barbed wire
of bodies shot up, hanging loose or dead
rain drops of blood on limbs displayed in pieces
spattering the nothing of war like a glass windshield
widows and orphans crying
It was the minefield of our sleep
I tried but you were only interested in
the ceaseless chatter of images
My words in the air
faded like the night
that spread out in all directions
till in desparation
I took you on the field
like an enemy soldier's plunder
spoil for me to keep
and finally you admitted
there was poetry in me too
if only in my almost violent strong-arm man's clasp

(c) Dr Koshy A.V.

Assistant Professor

Department of English

Faculty of Arts

Academic College for Girls

Jazan University

Saudi Arabia

2014

MY DAUGHTER ... a poem by Audrey Austin

 

 

MY DAUGHTER

 

 

I gaze upon your shining hair

A golden halo, beauty fair

And though I know your body sleeps

I speak to you, my daughter.

 

Your ears have closed to earthly cry

A symphony sweeps you through the sky

Where all is tranquil, not a care
My angel, please be happy there.
 

My love to you my daughter.

ENOUGH - a short verse by Audrey Austin

 

 

ENOUGH 

 

 

If I could but extend my hand

Into the darkest depths of night

Entwine my fingers 'round a star

Present to you this dazzling sight

It would not be enough

 

If I could gather all the jewels

Precious ribbons for your hair

Ruby, silver, gold, and pearl

Pick them up and place them there

It would not be enough.



What an exciting Exhibition this will be! Artist/author Susan Ruby Krupp's Let It Rain .......

 

 

When The Day Comes -- by Marlon de Souza

When the day comes          

When the day comes
Let the night be gone
For the day is here
For you to be reborn.

When the night calls
Go into its light
For deep within the night
You will learn what is right.

When the time has come to go
Seek not to turn around
For the way is straight ahead
Not in the past to be found.

When you go then on your way
Let it thus of you be said
Was the one who found herself
Was the one who found himself.

© 2014 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

THE GAME a poem by Marie Legault

THE GAME....by Marie Legault

 

A shot rings out,

the bear runs, staggers and falls

She lies drowning in her own blood

What is this game called hunting?

 

Because of a heartless hunter

a cub will die this night

For the hunter shot its mother

and the wolves will win the fight

 

What a trophy he has shot

he brags of how she fell

This game called hunting is sadistic

And the hunter belongs in hell


I would like to dedicate this poem to Mike McIntosh and the bears at Bear With Us Sanctuary and Rehabilitation Centre for Bears your efforts do not go unnoticed....thank you for all you do --  Marie Legault.

HAIKU FROM THE WINDOWSILL by Patricia McGoldrick

HAIKU FROM THE WINDOWSILL

 

through glass, snow diamonds

sparkle in the backyard drifts

karats beyond price

 

snow owl is soaring

southern white flight in blue sky

Arctic home displaced

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/ 

FOR THE LOVE OF KI , a poem by Audrey Austin

FOR THE LOVE OF KI

I met him on a Friday

In the backyard of a friend

Those deep brown pools of love and need

Did common sense transcend.

By Wednesday I was baffled

Did not know what to do

His sloppy kiss and muddy feet

Across my floors; who knew?

Who knew that I could overlook

This gift of chaos in my life?

Black shining head upon my knee

Became my strength to deal with strife.

His love is unconditional

My love for him is real

Living with my Mastiff friend

Awakened me to feel.

To feel annoyance, yes, at times

While vacuuming the hair

But to feel this inner peace and joy

This love Ki freely shares

Is more than I have ever known

With him I’m not alone

For Ki I thank my God above

How blessed I am to know this love.

 

I am very pleased that my love poem was chosen to be part of Cobourg's Poetry Event

Pic Spaces

So, here are 10 of the poets who submitted poetry that was displayed on the outside of store windows in {piCs} "poets Downtown Cobourg" event on Saturday, February 15, 2014:

Ariel Gordon
Sean O'Gorman
Roz Bound
Sonja Benskin Mesher...
Jill Battson
Audrey Austin
Gordon Phinn
Anna Yin
Kirk Ramdath
Lisa Johnson

 

 

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR... may all your dreams come true in 2014

 

 

 

Sister Rita - a poem by June Luvisi

Sister Rita 

She was radiant loveliness.
Porcelain skin and perfectly sculpted features
Lit up by sparkling eyes and a welcoming smile
Perfectly shaped lips, when curved up in laughter,
Framed beautiful teeth agleam in the schoolroom’s sunlight
And all of this beauty accentuated
By the starched white wimple framing her face
And the rattle of her black wooden rosary beads
And the heavy black dress ...of her nun’s garb.
As a nine year old public school student
Brought in to study my religion
And feeling a smidge alien in what seemed like foreign turf,
I rejoiced in my good fortune.
Could have gotten that sharp featured nun
Whose voice matched her looks
As she laid out rules.
Now, so many years later,
When I talk to those who went full time to Catholic Schools
And tell them about Sister Rita,
They look at me,
Suspiciously
And ask,
Really????
And I answer,
Really.

WEARY - a poem by Audrey Austin

Weary

Weary woman worries when

The door is shut

On hope that drowns

In white envelopes

Piling up on table

Demanding satisfaction

Threatening to kill the little faith

That barely floats above the stack.

 

 

"WEARY" received honourable mention by the Ontario Poetry Society and has been published in "The Ultra Best Short Verse" - a Canadian Anthology of Poetry

 

 

 

 

BEACON - a poem by Bela Kaul

BEACON

 

The light shines up above

over and beyond

is it this world

in another realm?

 

A beacon of love

perfect but yon’

where I must be

in eternal glee

 

light shines encompassing all

hiding out all darkness

fluidly, lucidly,

placid, and oh so lovingly

 

my consciousness rises

to see beyond its veil

is it the metaphysical?

but oh so lyrical…

 

I have a need to be

floating in eternal bliss

with no judgment or fear

feeling the presence of all those dear

 

connections remain

over many lifetimes

in absence of death

or any kind of dread

 

time is a vacuum

in this open space

past, present, future,

peacefully azure

 

love flows like a river

with no direction,

beginning, or an end,

ever-present at every bend

 

a place that just IS

where I just BE

a place of LOVE

in the realm above.

Mountain Morning -- a poem by Phibby Venable ....

Mountain Morning

Dingy linen wraps the mountain dull
Even the dogs are listless on the rugs
Almond twigs stick silent from a branch
as though touching a sun is in their power
but stiffen, and stay frozen in the air

That is the general mood that holds the day
but still, I think a walk is no small thing
and want to see the way the houses smoke
in chimneys that reveal how others dwell
in fog that drifts and looks across the hills
Then clears itself to vapor as fog will.

Two Poems by Lynette Davis ....

Happy Day  

A Poem Written By: Lynette Davis

 

I yearn for you

Your sweet whispers send shivers down my collar bone

I breathe in the air of your scent

And catch of wisp of the unforgettable

 

I’m intoxicated by just your smile

They all think I’ve gone mad

He tries to convince me that you’re my past

 

I say, I’m missing you

I say, I’m needing you

I say I’m wanting you

But you never loved me

 

I still love you.

 

All the lies I’d told myself

How you made me cry…

No, I made me cry

 

He’s telling me that anyone who leaves is a fool

Does this qualify to you

 

Or maybe, I’m the fool

Then again maybe you’re the fool

 

Yeah, I’m probably the fool. 

 

 

Not Just Dance 9-30-13

 

Can’t you feel the rhythm

Will you bring the heat

Listen to the war cries

Of the children of the streets

 

While their laughter and jesters

Have you clowning around

You’re krumping heart thumping

 Crowds roaring to these sounds

 

The power of this movement

Finds her kindred, breaks barriers

The spirit of those who cry

When no one listens

Who hurt and bear pain

There’s nothing to gain

But this…release

 

Can’t you feel it

Connecting children of the streets

 

It courses through your body

A madness to twist and turn

To jerk and freeze

Ah yeah, you feel that burn

The excitement takes over

The DJ’s breaks getting loud

Yet, there’s a soul, a heart beat

This movement makes you proud

 

There’s a quick fierce shake inside

Your breath gets taken away

Pulse is racing, hands mating

While your hips begin to sway

And you’re chasing the music

Or maybe its’ chasing you

No need for the reason

You’re just flowing to the groove

 

It’s pure it’s rapture

Erupting with a freedom

You have yet to understand

It has history, a deeper meaning

Before misconstrued and made

A cheap thrill

 

And though we called it hip hop

and other styles of street

We were the children of a movement

sprouted growth from the seedlings of dance

But I think that they have lost it

How despicably sad

 

"Relish on a Hotdog" - a poem by Audrey Austin

RELISH ON A HOTDOG

We used to be like relish

On a hotdog.

Now I am here.  You are there.

Slim space between

Yet I have built a mountain

In the middle.

Or was it you who

Cast the first stone

Leaving me alone

To add the boulders until

Now the mountain pass

Is blocked with innuendo

Wrapped in sarcasm?

I don’t relish hotdogs anymore.

 

This poem by Audrey Austin is one of the Judge's Selections in a Northern Ontario Poetry Collection, Volume Eighteen 2013 titled "Spirits in Stone".

 

IN PASSING - an inspirational poem by Marlon de Souza

In passing

Posted on October 4, 2013 by Just another average person

A ceramic bowl, a sacred plate
were found at the site -
offerings to a Mayan god.
A cross, a tomb -
signs of where that other god appeared.
A minaret, a temple,
ritual lashings and prostrations
and twenty-five hundred saints and martyrs
prove loyalty to other gods.
Yet my god has no symbols,
asks for no shrines
and demands no rituals
but that I learn to sit silently
by a quiet stream
and listen
or watch my dog sniff invisible scents
while I look at the vast sky
and fly
beyond.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

Marlon de Souza writes. Among his teachers are water bodies, Robert Louis Stevenson, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, e.e. cummings, His Royal Highness Wolfgang the First, Leonard Cohen, and his friend and dog-child, Jules.

More of his work can be found on
http://justanotheraverageperson.com/



 

Enjoy PURPLE MORNING, a poem by Phibby Venable .....

Purple Morning

In the eloquence of this purple morning,
I am watching the tree lines embroidered
across the mountain.
They are stark black in outlines as
the water color of dawn barely glances
above the hills.
When the sun comes, it is too harsh
for the morning glories....
Their damp eyes close slowly.
They seek a pink and purple sleep
and wait for evening.
I have been up for hours and know the way
that some flowers close against the
tough regimen of days.
I have watched others, like daffodils,
awaken, unworried by warmth,
opening with sunny charm.
I am torn between reluctance and chance,
the soft fold of vulnerability
or the strength of bold resolve.
Each, lying as they do,
in the personal awakenings
of the individual heart.

If We Don't Wake Up - A poem by Rima N. Jaber

If we don’t wake up,
If we don’t open our eyes,
If we continue with the flow of evil and ignorance,
If we continue ignoring tolerance and morals,
If we continue forgetting our values and humanity,...
If we continue our hate and discrimination,
If we don’t see each other as children of one God,
If we don’t treat the other same as we treat ourselves,
If we don’t look at the other as our brother or sister,
If we build walls of ego and hells of hatred,
It’s the death of humanity,
And surely it’s announcing soon the extinction of the human kind.

Rima
{{OneLove}}
~♥☼♥~

EACH ONE - a poem by Audrey Austin

EACH ONE 

Delving deep beneath the bottom of my yearning
Is a scared shred of startled fakedom
One that whispers
One that cries
One that shouts to reach a listening ear.

Rising high above the surface of my shining
Is a sliver sure of caring kingdom
One that answers
One that pleads
One that reassures and softens fear.

Staying level in the now of life’s assertion
Is a silent sense of battles waged
One that urges
One that purges
One between with choice to tempt the seer.

WINTER - a poem by Tschana Wade

SEASONS:  WINTER

                        by

              Tschana Wade 

                  

Winter white, Cold at night

Despite the frigid outlook,

The future looks bright.
 

I see victory in the near distance

Persistence through the snow storm, 

We mourn,

for spring and summer.
 

Hey you, driving that Hummer!!

Try not to splash with the dirty water

For I am someone’s daughter

Why I aught’ a

No, Tschana, keep cool,

Wasn’t it I who got you through school? 
 

Yes, Lord,

I know you will see me through,
Even the thickest of snow

Won’t stop me and you. 

I wait for your Word,

Than move forward

Shout Praise, raise my hands

And rejoice.

For the voice

of the Lord has spoken

No more joking.

 

God your love is omnipotent, real

I feel your presence,

Your essence consumes me.

Free, to fulfill

your will

I will obey

Pray

Never stray.

The day I see your face

Your grace, your mercy

never thirsty.

For you provide living water,

You thought of me always. 

My light, my love

You understand me, when

Others can’t stand me.

You are a real friend to me

Your love is endlessly 

Forever, Whenever, wherever 

I will praise your name

You love us all the same,

For that I am thankful.