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They never set foot on earth again
you know 
just like the animal and ant 
they go 
we feel our conscious selves as indestructible 
you know 
and yet we never meet their like 
although some human traits continue on 
you know 

we are not more clever 
nor more bright 
than we were when man was dressed in skins 
you know 
but what it is that gives us life 
we'll never know 
you know 

Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th August 2016
Down the dusty road,
in tattered rags,
He came,
weary,
wilted,
and
withered.

Body bent with age,
bones sticking out of the flabby skin,
with a tremor
running down his limbs,
and with expectant eyes,
He waited at my doorstep.
No words came out from pursed lips
But,
in mute language
begged for alms.

I held his shrivelled hand,
helped him ascend the steps.
Like a child obeying it’s Elder
He sat on a chair in the patio.

The sumptuous fare, served before,
he surveyed with eyes
bulging out in utter disbelief,
and greedily devoured
every bit of morsel.

A rare gleam lighted up his face.
With hands folded in benison
He stood up and silently took leave.

I watched him stumble
along the country track
and fade away in the distance.

Ripples of joy stirred my mind
in ever widening circles
as, a pebble idly tossed
cause ripples in still waters
................
Over a random act  
of kindness
idly tossed.......
Love is the cardinal of all virtues…. But love has many shades! Next to Love, comes Compassion…. It is love plus empathy….. ! I believe that even the Scripture minus compassion is zero.
This is a true story…. ! Through such small acts of kindness, the giver and the receiver derive some joy…As an average human being, I am not powerful enough to carry out heroic acts to better myself and the world around
I feel that if one has compassion, he/she cannot hurt anyone deliberately!
 Aug 2016 Scar Scar Jones
Onoma
If Love is openness...
that which gives
Love, receives it in the
same breath.
In that same breath
Love can claim what
gave and received, to
confer openness upon
that which remains...
and that which does not.
 Aug 2016 Scar Scar Jones
Onoma
How is it you
drew this small
crowd of flowers...
a bouquet once
sunrays apart?
 Aug 2016 Scar Scar Jones
m i a
you don't visit me in my dreams anymore, and i miss you now
more than i ever have before.
part of me wants you back, and the other wants you gone. i miss you.
 Aug 2016 Scar Scar Jones
brxken
Some things are beautiful,
including you.
You are beautiful,
and you hurt me.

n.e
Remembered what my life was like without you and now I'm sitting like a poet who lost for words.
 Aug 2016 Scar Scar Jones
Onoma
If darkness is
one long confession,
light drives it to
exhaustion.
 Aug 2016 Scar Scar Jones
Onoma
Forever is here
as you are, still
you appear...
and you're melting
ecstatically because
forever is here...
aging is only a
time lag of Realization...
forever is here.
 Aug 2016 Scar Scar Jones
Onoma
Grainy shore,
sheet white surf...
on and off air,
an only prayer won't bluff.
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