Poetry and Art for the Soul
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If trees could talk
These two trees would be
telling you
they are happy to have
survived the two hurricanes
that devastated Texas, the Caribbean and Florida
They would tell you they represent hope.
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My gratitude is a never ending cycle of love.
My gratitude sounds like cellos and arias as only Luciano could sing them.
My gratitude can fill the largest stadium with roses.
My gratitude stretches across the universe.
My gratitude is as great as all the stars shining bright at night.
My gratitude cannot be photographed, painted, sculpted, written, expressed in any way. It is unique.
My gratitude speaks all languages.
My gratitude transcends all faiths and ways of worship.
My gratitude is explicit and implicit.
My gratitude is full of love.
Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads,
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers,
Rumbling in the wind,
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . [.]
Full-lipped flowers
Bitten by the sun
Bleeding rain
Dripping rain like golden honey—
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.
-Jean Toomer
I found this very different interpretation of John Lennon’s “Imagine”. I just had to share with my friends here at WordPress.
Today at noon London time
Big Ben bongs to announce
its retirement for a while
after all is said and done
the historic clock will be back in style.
Today at 2:44 PM New York time
where everyone
no matter where you are from
is in a New York State of mind
will gather to commune
with the sun and moon
witnessing a total eclipse of the sun
some may listen to the following songs
that reassure nothing will go wrong
tunes like:
“Let the Sunshine In” or
“Here Comes the Sun”
will probably take top billing
I get goosebumps
and a real good feeling
I hope for the future to be bright
hopefully we can all make it right.
this unique celestial event
brings us together
in an almost spiritual sense
no matter what the cost or expense.
It is all that people talk about
I cannot wait to hear the hoorays and shouts
when Moon covers the sun 70 percent
the totality of love
for our universe will be expressed.
“A total eclipse of the heart”
Glory be!
Will the excitement
ignite compassion,
greater tolerance
and love for each other?
Let us wait and see.
We need more compassion!
Feeling for another
is not difficult;
if you know what it feels like
when someone has
co-sufffered with you.
We need more compassion!
Squeeze it out
from you heart and soul;
don’t worry,
you won’t run out.
More will be stored for you.
The process is innate;
fundamental,
essential,
in order to live life
fulfilled with purpose.
We all need more compassion!
Believe it or not,
having it and giving it
even has effects on the prefrontal cortex.
It’s scientific you see,
bringing about glee.
According to the dictionary
(open delight or pleasure; exultant joy; exultation)
is something we are ALL capable of.
We need more compassion!
Every faith knows it;
it is in our DNA ;
all we have to do is show it.
We need more compassion!
Become a stakeholder;
an investor, and or
a proprietor.
Compassion’s payoff:
multiple assets,
great dividends,
All add up to PEACE.
We all know we need that too.
I loved this so much I just had to share it. Thanks John
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Silence and listen
Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.
Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.
Pride just more sin to had swam in.
He learned to hold silence and listen. He had a wide open door for kids and family.
He don’t visit the two brothers graves who believe death was sweeter than life.
He still don’t understand how babies in life can find the hanging rope a better place than being alive.
Hard life and times for people today. Old man learned. Listen to the people near. Don’t give lectures and no support. He looked at the eyes of children and friends. He listen now. He told them it will be okay. Please call me if you need…
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madness everywhere
*My deepest condolences to the families of the 13 people who perished in Barcelona, Spain today. My prayers to the injured.
I just submitted my recording. I consider it an honor.
ten minutes a day
i pray for real peace on earth
soon after a bird sings
The older I get
The more I think about
my journey
on that one way road
I count the seeds I should have sown
and all the dreams
I abandoned on the crossroads
Sometimes my brain just wants to explode
There are so many mysteries
yet to decode
and memories begin to erode.
I think about time all the time.
Days fly by
minutes and hour seem shorter
And after all is said and done
All I want to do is make good
of the time
write a poem everyday
and on occasion make it rhyme.
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