....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
No man an island
yet we stand with brand
in hand, waiting
to set set alight all bridges
as we make our stand
for ourselves
over our fellow man.
We stand and watch as
killers **** then
turn the channel
seeking the next
momentary thrill.
Less and less we involve
ourselves with others
in a meaningful way
we are more likely
to be engaged in
digital play
as we die
a little more
each solitary day
If it sounds
like I am preaching
it is because I am
More to myself
than others
but then again
perhaps I am reaching
to you and others like
to those who understand
the carillion is a ringing
that, the sounds of bells
are stealing up upon us
as we ignore calamity to play,
tetris and zombie clan
"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.
we the poets of consciousness,
are the translators ....
of the thoughtless thoughts
and long lost creeds
we are the heart that cries
as this world bleeds
from razors cuts
by the many thousands,
we are the recorders of the deeds
both small and large
important an seemingly insignificant.
scribes and libraians we be both
noting written word and oral oath
we partake, we give to all
but at our best we are the accord
of action and thought, deed and word
so that we reflect upon
ourseleves and others
the joy, the hate,
the hurt, the succour
the wonderment and ease,
the love and loving care
we make the hard easier to bear
we make the horrible, we make crazy
we have the ability to make the hard person care
those in despair hope...those at the end of themself
reach once more for the dangling rope
we are the fabric, the paper
on which this world is printed
we are the old gold coin
and the newly minted
we are islands with bridges between
we are understanding,
between commoner and queen
we are those who stand ready
to extinguish harmful flame
yet we are those to set hearts alight
we are those who call others
away from the game
and into the heart of the heart
into cognizant frames
we are listeners
and bell ringers both
we refine the languages
we create the quotes
we are the fresh morning
we are the new start....
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee
No man an island
yet we stand with brand
in hand, waiting
to set set alight all bridges
as we make our stand
for ourselves
over our fellow man.
We stand and watch as
killers **** then
turn the channel
seeking the next
momentary thrill.
Less and less we involve
ourselves with others
in a meaningful way
we are more likely
to be engaged in
digital play
as we die
a little more
each solitary day
If it sounds
like I am preaching
it is because I am
More to myself
than others
but then again
perhaps I am reaching
to you and others like
to those who understand
the carillion is a ringing
that, the sounds of bells
are stealing up upon us
as we ignore calamity to play,
tetris and zombie clan
"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated.
we the poets of consciousness,
are the translators ....
of the thoughtless thoughts
and long lost creeds
we are the heart that cries
as this world bleeds
from razors cuts
by the many thousands,
we are the recorders of the deeds
both small and large
important an seemingly insignificant.
scribes and libraians we be both
noting written word and oral oath
we partake, we give to all
but at our best we are the accord
of action and thought, deed and word
so that we reflect upon
ourseleves and others
the joy, the hate,
the hurt, the succour
the wonderment and ease,
the love and loving care
we make the hard easier to bear
we make the horrible, we make crazy
we have the ability to make the hard person care
those in despair hope...those at the end of themself
reach once more for the dangling rope
we are the fabric, the paper
on which this world is printed
we are the old gold coin
and the newly minted
we are islands with bridges between
we are understanding,
between commoner and queen
we are those who stand ready
to extinguish harmful flame
yet we are those to set hearts alight
we are those who call others
away from the game
and into the heart of the heart
into cognizant frames
we are listeners
and bell ringers both
we refine the languages
we create the quotes
we are the fresh morning
we are the new start....
Quotes taken from Devotions upon emergent occasions and seuerall steps in my sicknes - Meditation XVII, 1624: John Donne
Those who know this poem will realise I have used the quotes out of sequence, please forgive me this..
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