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He was sitting alone
Not looking for romance
Carefully reading his menu
Not just giving it a casual glance

He smiled at a picture
Of a boy munching down
On a burger twice his size
It reminded him of his son

His divorce had been difficult
Causing him great pain and sorrow
But tonight he put it out of his mind
Not wanting trouble to borrow

Then he saw her

She entered the diner
Not looking for passion
She was in a relationship with a good man
On whom she had invested all her affection

She sat in a booth
Spinning the ring on her finger
Smiling secretly to herself
She on him her mind did linger

The waitress broke her revelry
Asking for her drink order
She took the menu and looking up smiled
Suddenly her heart began to beat harder
Because she saw him

His heart leapt within his chest
As he spied the most lovely woman he had ever seen
She sat in a booth not far away
Like Cleopatra, a beautiful queen

He knew he was staring
He couldn’t stop his gaze
He felt himself pulled to her
Like a rat caught in a maze

He stood to go to her

She gasped at the look in his eyes
She felt heat rising inside
She wondered if she should go
But his look filled her with pride

She saw him stand to join her
And quickly looked away
She thought to remove her ring from her finger
But decided it must stay

She stood to leave

His heart fell into the abyss
As he saw her gather her things to leave
He knew that the fire in his soul
Would cause him to forever grieve

She left and married her man
She had known before that fateful day
She often dreamed of a stranger in a diner
Who had stolen her heart away

They never met
If each of the creatures, we call humankind their knowledge would share
Just think what our children could inherit, a world without care  

A future where there is enough food and the water is clean
Where we all finally understand the value of each living being

Where we have learned we are more alike than different, on our oasis in the universe
Perhaps the creatures of earth can then flourish, having overcome greed’s curse

Every young soldier that dies, every child that cries at night
Should fill us with shame, and entice us to hold them in warm arms tight




This planet is our only home, there is nowhere else to go nearby
Yet we call each other aliens we divide ourselves with imaginary lines unseen from the sky

I am afraid to try to think it through, men killing our future with hate filled cries
The Earth trembles with our blood, star dust as it dies

We have the means to destroy ourselves, but we have also great capacity to care
We can achieve so much together, this knowledge could take us anywhere  

It all comes down to choices, which legacy will we pass on to they now being born
A planet whole and without major conflict, or a radioactive wasteland of scorn

It is up to each one of us to remind ourselves and others, there is a better way
Life is too precious to be destroyed, avarice does not pay
  
We must open or eyes and look, all round the evidence exists and tells the story
Of how we are linked beyond unlinking, we are all part of the Universes glory

I am no Philosopher, but one thing I understand as few do
There is little, precious little, difference between me and you
A miracle has happened, in this small piece of creation
It is relevant to everyone, no matter your creed or nation

The atoms that make up our bodies, were forged long ago in a suns death flare
We are not the end of creation, we each one of us star dust become self-aware
There is a feeling in soul
It plagues my days and nights it seems
A feeling I will not be able to complete
All my longings and dreams

I’m no longer young my body is worn
I’m approaching retirement age now
Yet there are so many things I want to accomplish
To make a difference in the world somehow

The urgency sometimes overwhelms me
I feel I will die too soon
And all my hopes and dreams
Will disappear like a deflated balloon

Will anyone even know I’ve been here
On this earth will anyone remember
There was once a person as myself
I ache inside as I this question ponder

Millions, no billions have come and gone
Down through the eons of time
Most have left nothing but dust
To show they lived, it’s a crime

To know one may pass into eternity
With no one knowing of their passing
Except through a passing obituary
To prove we had lived some day


I feel an urgent need to do something
To leave a legacy behind me
To say to those who come behind
She existed, she was here, a person called Shirley

I understand why the cave men
Left their handprints in the caves on walls
It was to scream down through the eons
I am here, I loved, I answered life’s call

In a hundred years when I am just
A pile of blowing dust
Will anyone remember my passion
For life, my hopes, my trusts

The urgency can be disruptive
I feel like my life will be incomplete
I just don’t want to go down with a whimper
Overcome and in defeat
We have this one moment to live and no more. The past is dead and there is no guarantee that the next moment will ever come.

We have only this one moment and no more.  We must decide how we want to live in it. Will we live in regret of the past and fear of the future or in acceptance and confidence.

We have only this one moment and no more. We must stay in it as much as we can. We must pay attention to how we feel right now without worrying about the next thing we will do as it may never happen.



We have only this one moment and no more. We can choose to live it in hatred or love, anger or tolerance, as a bigot or respecting others and ourselves.

We have only this one moment and no more. We have this beautiful gift of time to make decisions about our lives. Life is a series of decisions good and bad. Since we are all human we will make both.

We have only this one moment and no more. Only we can make our lives what we wish them to be no one can do it for us.

We have only this one moment and no more and it is enough.
Now that the storm is over, what's left to rebuild?
From broken dreams and hearts and a deep hole to fill...
To find all the pieces that were blown away,
To put them together and to make them stay...

How can I start over when I don't know where to start?
Will anyone help me by doing their part?
As I search to find all that I have lost,
I realized that all that I have left is a pendant of the cross...

There are others like me you see, who have to start a fresh,
Wishing and hoping that their hopes and dreams can be refreshed...
Though the memory of the horror still burns our mind,
With hands and hearts together, our effort is combined

To rise again as a nation stronger than before,
To open and reopen every closed door...
The news only shows a bit of what's there to see,
But what we have left is our reality...

You never know when disaster will hit,
And take away the places that you once sit...
No one really knows what or how you truly feel
Until they have the experience of your ordeal.

So as we rebuild our lives once more,
Our cries for help, please do not ignore...
Our hope and faith is what we have to keep us strong,
But a kind word or deed, will surely help us go on.
I tend to suffer
from bouts of
paranoia
that only seem to
get worse as
my days get better
as though my
subconscious needs
something
anything
of which
I should be
afraid
to maintain
equilibrium
Shine moon please shine on
Let them sleep in moonlight peace
All day they laboured in fields

Now your amber hand
Fondles them into sweet dreams
Linger delicious moon, please
A Sedoka
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