Monday, August 29, 2011

Poem in Response to W Brenda's Wordle ~19~ The Pure Residue!~

Passersby turn, stare
some look some care,

shocked stopped,shot,

people common turn
and turn again,

In no time, blasts sound

painful screams shout in vain

blood stains,blood flows

fills streets smears roads,
ambulances turn and turn again

dumping bodies in bags,turn again,
 colored cloaks cover all colored skins,Truth lies in clayey

lodgings beneath,

the sword shines
in its sheath,
horses snort

stample feet
ready to dash
conquer defeat,

             Skins may shine
             cloaks be grand
             in supreme honor one
             may smile and stand
             Look! The Right View!
                 What matters is
                 The Pure Residue!
Try to Understand!In the trunk, firmly rooted deeply sunk,looking straight
carrying weight,

Then for the rest,
fervently faithful

oarsmen pull,unseen,

guiding the vessel
with the breeze,clean;
who knows when on land
time and tide may touch

         Gather All Good Trade
         Good Deeds that Ye Must!
soon the vessel may rust
Mortals must return to Dust
Turn Now to Truth to The Word
Let No One say'The Cry The Call
Ye did not, Ye had not heard !
Turn, Ye People,Turn, Turn All!

Take the cue, know the clue
All must have, All must care,
Nothing matters, nothing new
Make Haste for a Pure Residue! 

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