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 Dec 2015
SøułSurvivør
raindrops travel
down the pane
no two alike
no path the same

roses blooming
on the heath
are all the same
scent beneath

how alike
and yet diverse
logic rendered
in reverse!

no color
creed
ideology
can make a man
bond or
FREE

let's all move
forward
tho we plod
we're the
manifold
glory
of
a
loving

GOD



Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc aka
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
all rights protected
in the eyes of our
Creator
we are
ALL THE SAME

a begger in Calcutta
is as important as the
Queen of England

can you dig it?


---
 Dec 2015
Jude kyrie
Wounded Knee--December 29 1890


The icy wind blows through the trees
The Lakota tribe brought to its knees
Red stained snow marks the shame
No one left to take the blame
History of a settlement marked in blood
Euphemized for the common good
In all of time the land defiled
with the spilled blood of a native child
In Washington the politicians sleep
But I know why the willow trees weep
125 years ago today
AUTHORS NOTES

Wounded Knee
(December 29  1890)
The day was icy cold as winter gripped
The Lakota Sioux were on their reservation
The division of the 7th cavalry
arrived to disarm the tribe
the weapons were handed over
in general compliance to the order
An older tribesman was deaf
he did not understand
and refused to give up his rifle
insisting he paid much money for it.
In the altercation his rifle was discharged
The cavalry started firing indiscriminately
at the mostly unarmed Lakota
the few remaining armed tribesmen
were quickly suppressed
men women and children
were killed and wounded
Blood covered snow
strewn with bodies
was the final scene
in all at least
150 men, women and children
of the Lakota tribe lay massacred
some state the number to 300
The bodies of the Lakota
were buried in a mass grave
later twenty cavalrymen of the 7th
were awarded the Medal of Honor
 Dec 2015
Paul Butters
I’m not sending festive wishes.
Well I have, but that’s not the point.
What good is being good at Christmas
And the New Year,
Only to be a *******
The rest of the time?

What use is a holiday peace
When your working day
Is spent killing…?

No
What I wish for you
Is Peace and Happiness all Year,
Every Year.
I wish for Peace and Prosperity
Set in stone for ever –
Nobody starving
No-one excluded
From Society’s camp-fire.

We need a Human Race
United
As One,
Respecting All
As Equals.

We need this all the time,
Not just in “The Season of Good Cheer”.
We need a Better Way
Forever.
Amen.

Paul Butters
Something I've thought many times!
 Dec 2015
Chloe Zafonte
There is good and bad in every individual walking the earth, Race and and location does not define one's own worth
Everyone walking the earth has an individual personality, it doesn't matter what race, country or state they belong to.
High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here sung no carol!

But still its heart flutters as it hears the Lord's voice
I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain
!

Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall
!

The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
still hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
reflections on a visit to a Church in Dec 2013.
(not the one on my cover)
a repost
 Dec 2015
Sjr1000
To
the poets
among us
I
do
bequeath for
us
the lines
that
bring
us
elegant
truth.
It has been said we can bequeath not only property but values as well.
 Dec 2015
Mike Essig
Tonight,
the Dark
gathers it's
greatest might,
but will
be broken
by morning's
triumphal
Light.

  ~mce
God is not the cotton seedling that grows tall within manmade furrows  , coloring the land as the first snow of Winter .. Jehovah is the quilting thread binding all of creation , suturing the thoughts of men in their moment of frailty and despair , tethering the covenant between Heaven and Earth* ...
Copyright December 16 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015
Laurent
650
The time has come,
even your past is knocking again,
How many times,
Do you want to see your broken smile?

Just one second can change your belief,
Be careful, you can be fool,
But if you never try,
How can you believe that you are strong?

Time to forget and forgive,
All the mistakenness both have done,
Time to believe and give,
Your fears won't postpone.

Make your heart free,
Listen deeply your soul,
And you will never be alone,
To trust and Love again.
 Dec 2015
Duncan Grant Bell
Honesty is not the best policy
Cause it might show the real me
"Be careful what you say"
"You might chase people away"
If I am just being me
That includes my intensity
I don't want to sound
Like I'm boasting aloud
But I would rather be alone
Than trying never to moan
Or mainly refusing to express
What lies within my chest
I will wear my heart on my sleeve
I will not try to always please
The passing opinions
Of passing people
Or the fading feelings
Of all my fake friends
So I will hold on
Even when all things are gone
To a friend closer than a brother
A loyalty like no other
 Dec 2015
David Ehrgott
Nobody's perfect
Poetry is an art
Form that must be practiced
  
Nobody's perfect poetry is
an art form
that must be practiced
  
Poetry is an art form
that must be practiced.
Nobody's perfect.
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