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 Sep 2019 Tyler A Sullivan
Colm
There is more to living
Than just a breath
Or a heartbeat being

Just as there is more to swimming
Than the ocean
Freshwater streams
And the pools filled with meaning

Simply put

There is always more
To be
Than being
I love it when my mind turns off. When my thoughts are no longer thinking and I can finally find myself, simply being, in the words. You know? That peaceful rest where your eyes are full and your mind is quiet with thought?

It's like the settling of the sea after a cup of wavy caffeine. Awake, alert, alive, but free. One with the simple truth of being. I am, though I will not be forever. And THAT is OK with me.

At peace and loving it.

BE!
Two happy souls met in the last bench,
Encircled in chit-chats and gossips,
They together built an imperishable relation!
Swimming deep in this oceanic bond,
They symbolized each other as a light house of joy!
More like an antidote to their poisonous wounds!


With a sudden shift!
A new face was welcomed now!
And the need of three musketeers ,
popped up in utter joy,
Just like a dove within two love birds!
Chit-chats and gossips widened,
And the circle was now of three!
A circle,very unique and blissful!
But as a group of three,
The essence of oddness prevailed!
Further,chit-chats and gossips,
Replaced by backbites and betrayls,
Confusion and pain hidden quite good,
By a handkerchief bleeding with tears!

They cursed time!
They cursed the bond!
They cursed the number"3"
For making them question....
Why even a knot in the bond,
Can't ease away this pain?
Why is this so tender?
Why so fragile?
And....

What is FRIENDSHIP?










So my dear this is to tell you that.....


Just like the sun let its shine upon the moon,
Just like the moon let its shine upon the Earth,
Playing the role of three musketeers!
It still faces eclipses,
Widened with darkness,
Overcomed with shine and shine,
It still lets a new beginning!
You ask me why I go
Because no one's requested that I stay
You wonder why I run
Because I've grown exhausted of this place

You think you know my heart,
But it's still searching for its home
You attempt to negotiate,
But this soul already roams

You dream I follow yours
Yet, they consist of sleep
While mine encourage growth
Your story reads as fiction
While I live mine under oath

© JL Smith
Black and white, day and night,
The city suffers, yearning for light
hundreds are dead, it doesn't seem logical,
One has to wonder how is it possible
The powder keg of racial prejudice,
Creates explosions destroying the best of us,
Fortunately, the dawn would end this time of fright,
A world tired of darkness, yearning for light
Hearts capable of evil, and mortal sin,
A new light would form in the hearts of men
The answer is in the goodness of God that weaves all
Yes, indeed, the future is bright, hope has put beauty in myopic sight,
Hope is the power that drives us on, hope is the beauty of the yearning light.
In our modern world it seems like the compassion for people has truly dimmed. We are no longer interested in other peoples lives, The only interest is what they can do for us. Not truly knowing a person creates assumptions. which is one of the foundations in racism and all stereotypes. Last year was a crazy year socially, a year I will never forget. I encourage you to pray for our nation, and get to know people's character for yourself. Don't assume who they are based on what you hear about them from someone else. Our society today loves to create things based on assumptions and lies. However, we don't have to be that way, walk in love and truth, be that beacon of hope in your community, be that yearning light!
Follow me dear poets all your days
Take me with you to a land of secrets
The worlds' where you do play.
I know you friends by your words
The poems that you choose
By the names that you call yourselves
The photos unused.

Love Mary **
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