Light ~ Waiting for The Light~

When darkness suddenly descends

this light keeps the spirits alight

with hope courage and sight

In the middle of the night

when the heart and mind fight

the oblivious battle of might

ideas great and thoughts 

of intellectual height

when the Pen keeps tight

words of wisdom prayer

Truth and The Right'

when not enough is the fading twilight

nor even the full moon light

when faint rustling is heard of the samite

and blocked are the letters of the playwright

when it does matter` the black or white'

Then I think of  The Eternal,  Finite,

The Great Rhetoric, The Disunite' 

Who suffered, the Krait's bite?

never thought of the ensuing plight

and Fell from Heaven to Earthy site

Have we lost all the spessartite?

Will there come, 

the perfect gallant knight

to pierce straight through in flight

pulling away the murky pall

Cleansing the shame of The Fall

restoring peace and love outright.

Jingle Poetry at Olive Garden~Poetry-Picnic-Week-30-Doubts-Fears~ Why Growing Fears are Bringing Tears ~

Why Growing Fears are Bringing Tears 
Falling tears
Now streaming down the pale cheeks, 
Now drying the lashes – 
Seeming shocked spears; 
Laughter and smiles 
Suddenly stopping for miles 
Just sounds of sirens and screams- 
Shattered are the dreams; 
What life is to be? 
To be or not to  be? 
Murder most foul in Kingdoms 
Or in my very own country- 
Flee Flee Flee Homo Fugee- 
OH Dear I am a Born Refugee 
Where do I take refuge 
with blasts occurring so huge 
Bloody bodies scattering like sedge

Far and wide from edge to edge 
And I with growing fears 
Of what will be the end of Years? 
War terror killing is All One hears; 
Who are they?  The Taliban? 
What people what religion what clan? 
Growing Fears for Our Children 
Families and Brethren 
We want Peace Love Life not Tears 
Peace like the Greeks, Peace o

f Holy Life 

No road blocks curfews blackouts and bans- 
Oh Lord Illumine brightly what is deep and dark 
Forgive us and save us from this 
Hideous ruin rummage Abyss 
Bring calm to my growing fears 
All is not Lost we can still stop 
The warfare-  with talk justice and prayer.

~ Neglected Load Carrier ~

Lately I have been thinking

about the precious one

load carrier for everyone

how it is laughed at

and mocked and made fun

of, pushed and shooed away;

how they starve 

how they trod

how they pull

whether its a kilo

or whether its a ton;

Lately I have been thinking

of those in Texas

going astray

seeking food

in hungry mood

they wander around

parched, they bray

I am now thinking if I had a farm

I would bring them all here

feed them and keep them warm

 they are free to roam chew the food

left and thrown everywhere

they can bray and plod and hob

they will be busy 

and not out of a job

Bluebell~Short Story Slam Week~ March 2012~

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