fast fall torrents when,
with quiet thunder,
fast fall torrents when,
with quiet thunder,
rest awhile with us far-off companion,
ford the rivers, valleys, heaven’s views,
rest awhile in garden, once of anguish,
rest awhile with us, we’ll rest with you.
turn again to us, far-off companion,
turn again to us, we turn to you,
though earth may stop for time to catch the moment,
it turns again, rotates as if anew.
believe in us again, far-off companion,
we believe in love as you confessed,
naught but love believes nor acts so kindly,
belief in love enacted, gently blessed.
rest awhile in garden, olives birthing,
budding life, reborn from winter’s death,
quiet in the garden, there we rested,
unbeknown of love till heaven’s test.
Rights and responsibilities. Take them or leave them – not one without the other.
men great and small will hold titles
but the salient fact of democracies
is that no one shall arrogate powers
sufficient to squander the will of the many
we invented republics to stabilize
disparate motives we built the efficient
mechanics to sublimate dangerous
impulses raised up sound frameworks
whose functions may give of a prosperous
civics respective of commonweal needs
where then and when did we fail
ourselves turning away from self-rule
leaving all the hard work and rewards
to a band of self-interested ideologues
who would rather bring grandeur to ruin
than serve the Vox Populi following rules
that depersonalize fluid governing
powers invested in laws not in men
more crucially why did we fail the
sparked prescient uniquely enlightened
scheme penned by remarkable founders
in doing so we have perforce placed each
yet unborn soul in the palms of…
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Small morning pleasure
Coffee smiles, no place to be
Simple, joyous Ah!
A pennyworth of loving for the pauper that you meet,
A word of love for homeless man or woman on the street,
A gesture and a greeting, small love as something else,
A token worth of loving for ourselves.
A pennyworth of loving, from the many, mounts to pounds,
A word or two of love, when spread, might really go the rounds,
A simple love, in simple ways, that amounts to something else,
A touch of loving kindness for ourselves.
A penny and a word or two, a smile, love pebble thrown,
A drop of loving added to the oceans, simply sown,
A little bit of something, love grown to something else,
A world of fuller loving for ourselves.
I know I won’t be the only person who has ever been described in conflicting terms by different people depending on the circumstances of acquaintance. It amuses me that there can be such wide discrepancy in appraisal born of just those circumstances. I know I have done it of others.
When I read the Daily Post’s invitation it got me to thinking about some recent remarks and some older ones that people have made of me and how they have viewed me. There is a bit of my own appraisal in this too.
I would encourage anyone to think along the lines described in the link above. It raised a smile with me and challenged how to express their thoughts in my own words. Albeit only a few of the perceptions and appraisals freely given.
What does she carry in that bag
As hands describe the air or a fish,
Dangled earrings keeping time with her hair.
Is there someone inside the weight of that bag,
Rummaging through for everything anyone might need,
Though always at the bottom,
Necessitating constant search,
Blind hands feel, find best.
Why do her hands move when her lips are open
Yet slow with silence,
Uncommunicative, if hurt
Or laid back.
Only to rummage again,
Feeling, finding pens, paper.
Always pens, paper,
And that bag.
If I felt it and thought it,
Sensed it or saw it,
I wrote it.
If I wrote it I meant it,
(At least at the time of writing.)
If I meant it then I still do
(Unless I’ve written something else
That supercedes all previous.)
And I mean that too.
Know what I mean?
Reaching sunwards, venous tied,
Conjoined strengthens task
(Picture – Tree Veins)
And on the other side of then
there was tomorrow,
Continuance of heartbeat
counts the days,
by soft sorrow,
with promise of the future
While yesterday regrets
missed chances most,
Caught between the two,
one pounding torture,
To grasp or count
life lost’s rising cost.
Different sort of happiness,
Tempered in the fire
of present tense,
All our yesterdays, gone,
all our tomorrows, validated
if present moment makes some sense.
Palms facing upwards,
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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