Don't disturb the dead bird
Its dry cry goes unheard
Poked at by sticks broken off a nearby rotted tree
Near its body underneath the marquee
With young knuckles wrapped around its imagined hilt
Its body tossed like a rag doll embossed
With cheap black tattered imitation leather
The slick tick of time on rain pattered feathers
A charred cheap treasure
With cracked wings amongst other small things
Pulled joints, and ligaments, tied with strings
It will never be buried, only spat at
Small children squeek "look at that!"
And run off giggling with their swords
Pretending to be ladies and lords
Daily Quote: Let us be kind;
The way is long and lonely,
And human hearts are asking for this blessing only --
That we be kind.
We cannot know the grief that men may borrow,
We cannot see the souls storm-swept by sorrow,
But love can shine upon the way to-day, to-morrow --
Let us be kind.
- W. Lomax Childress
Very hard for one to see,
Even harder to actually be.
Skeletal existence a tragic sight,
A heavy heart knowing their plight.
..
Only crime was being born,
To a world full of scorn.
They are God’s children none the same,
The whole World should be ashamed.
..
We go about our daily lives,
Unconcerned with their strife.
Little ones with naught to eat,
We quibble about what’s on our feet.
..
In this world of material excess,
Not one child should be in distress.
Children starving is not a game,
Many countries are to blame.
..
People sit with all their riches,
Ignoring ones lost in the ditches.
It's their fault is their usual cry,
This they mutter with a dry eye.
..
My heart is heavy and full of tears,
Their cries are falling on deaf ears.
No reason for a child to starve,
While turkey and beef we doth carve.
..
It's time we take a look at others,
After all they are our brothers.
They need our help it's to be expected,
A starving child can never be accepted.
..
Children starving throughout the world,
It's all around don't take my word.
They are Gods children and not to blame,
The whole World should be ashamed.
..
Butch Phillipps
Daily Quote: I have found the paradox,
that if you love until it hurts,
there can be no more hurt, only more love.
- Mother Teresa
Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: prezzo: price / noun
Example sentence: I prezzi sono aumentati ancora!
Translation: Prices have increased again!
The waves are raucous at night, like they're
trying harder to make up for a lack of blue
against white. What there is of sky is more
the colour of absence- of sleeping eyes from
the inside- than the colour of a destined life.
My feet are operating like Newton's cradle:
rocking from heel to toes, from lurching legs
while trousers billow, while weather undulates-
(it's recording emotion; it's mourning imprecision).
All ghosts of clouds gather around the lamps
that line the promenade. They descend for eyes,
meeting glances with misty breath like passers-by.
And I ponder (as the meeting of the cold and
my skin creates a cloak between me and the
wind) whether I've ever stared through nightfall
without the moon resembling your eyes and the
stars resembling mine- all at the height that future's
lovers look up to and from which all weather falls.
When that ancient, battered plane takes off, I will be on it...
Beside me are my treasured bags of trinkets and memories,
Odd assortment from an ill-timed journey ended too soon.
Never wanting to leave, bittersweet time still away has flit.
For all the years I lived in a sea of happy dreams
You would think I had more souvenirs and treasures!
Boxes of sweet words, jeweled bags of love secrets,
Yards of lace with stories woven snug in all the seams.
Yet I carry dried roses whose thorns prick me with anguish,
They rest on silken cushions that once smooth are now torn.
My things are thrown together, hurts mixed among happiness,
Jumbled need and disappointment, tossed about as in a storm.
I no longer have need for glittr'ing dreams and hopes,
For a future among warm and silvered sands.
All I have left are these tattered, old suitcases,
For better or for worse, I must learn to cope.
When that sad and battered plane takes off, I will be on it...
I can no more return to my loved resting place to sit.
Daily Quote: Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay
sullen on a stairwell
remaining quiet and dead
a lonely angel in her tears
condemned what love had bled
it was when beauty rang as true
beyond a darkened storm
that through a dream which bloomed and bloomed
she took an earthly form
embracing what true offerings
our realm just may extend
when chasing what she longed to have
a lifetime she would spend
to have and hold the heart of one
who promised her a life
which would not veil her deep in gloom
and yet he drew a knife
that aimed to see what may derive
from there within her heart
and as he twisted it in her
it tore her world apart
and so she turned that knife away
to bury it in him
then doubted she could trust again
as dreams do ripen dim
Robert Anderson
Daily Quote: "One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised.
Betrayal, though ... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."
--Steven Deitz
I liken my dreams to a filarial wonder
sucking life's hope, what gruesome plunder.
Revealing to me what I could be
but ending it with lonesome reality.
I liken my heart to a pitiless sore
wanting of love and feeling for more.
Trying to be carelessly free
but bound by a hateful society.
Iiken my faith to a heartfelt dream
a marvelous cross my guide it would seem.
The marvel, a wonder,
the cross, a sore
but alas Hell's shame if I pray not for.
I liken my life as a battle inside
living a dream in hearty stride
but faith, my Heaven, is driving away
this heart with it's dreams so God will stay.
Take me dear God,
let me lay
on your Throne by your heart
and in faith
dream away.
Daily Quote: "In the sweet territory of silence we touch the mystery. It’s the place of reflection and contemplation, and it’s the place where we can connect with the deep knowing, to the deep wisdom way."
-- Angeles Arrien
Linguist Corner-SPANISH: tapete/ noun /tablecloth; rug
-Tenemos un tapete de encaje precioso.
We have a beautiful lace tablecloth.
-sobre los tapete persas
on the Persian rugs
O Lover!
in your eyes I placed the starlight,
and in your smile the sunshine bright.
O Lover!
it was I who likened your lips,
to reddest wine of sweetest sips.
O Lover!
your hair I told you was finest silk,
and your skin white as purest milk.
O Lover!
your voice I heard as gentlest music
that gives the weary heart a tonic.
O Lover!
I gilded the throne with my hands,
that upon the carved dais stands.
O Lover,
I know that you are your own person real…
but you’re not living up to my ideal!
O Lover?…
Fergus Carty
Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.
In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
-Marianne Williamson
In the death cell, no longer a hospice room,
A wooden crucifix hung on the wall,
My Mother lay on a bed,
At peace, yet, one worry in her head,
“You must forgive”.
Secondary cancer,
Another bout with Death,
Late diagnosis. Failed surgery.
Lethal radiation. Poisonous chemo-therapy,
All strength sapped, all will subdued.
Choked out excuse to leave,
Bursting into the corridor, blundering along,
Caught in a flood of salt tears, stinging,
Through parquet canyons, gasping,
Smell of wax and disinfectant.
Under the eyes of stressed out staff,
Frightened patients and relatives,
Washed away, fought,
To block all thought,
Refusing to believe…..
On the final day, screaming,
Standing in her cold hall.
A demon claw shoved into my chest,
Ripping a piece of my heart from my breast,
No room in my soul then to forgive.
Fergus Carty
"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people".
~Kahlil Gibran
please don't go there with your open heart if day should close within on how you've sought for glory my faith resides in how your inner fray will leave you for how often you have prayed
so if your deepest thoughts have been the borer of mournfulness to sadden you with gray ensuingly as you tell me your story please don't go there with your open heart if day
should live and die an unrecalled galore and if it seems as if shadows remain i'll try to lead your mind from all the horror through every night until your doubt is slain
while as I whisper from where I still quarry may this meet you faithfully halfway to drain your pain from every dream of worry please don't go there with your open heart today
Robert Anderson
"When you learn to love, you also need to learn how to let go.”
~Rodel Natividad Casio~
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Yesterday's word was: FRIENDSHIP
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"Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration."
~Kahlil Gibran
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Yesterday's word was: PERSEVERANCE
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She moves the hands of the clock forward with her feet.
Outcries of babies and bridegrooms fizzle at her lips as tears lick her face.
A personal phoenix scorches her now barren womb, trying to restore its use.
Her hands, chained by parental lies, tear at her chest
to free her warrior soul.
Her eyes defy death and anything else that would chain her.
Lost in the stars they echo truths that no one else can know.
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