Nile and Orphans #uganda #atozchallenge #Acholi

The water’s stories flow

she laps against my boat

pages of history turning

one torn proffered note

lazy sun lulled to sleep

 one hand in the nile

not very far off

 slanted eye, crocodile

a swish of his tail

for my hand it’s too late

better learn from history

spilt blood is her fate

awaken to the falls

book falls from my hand

so much life has been lived

on this river beauty, grand

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can’t count the drops

seasons droughts and floods

orphans plentiful

Celebrating the strength and  beauty of the Acholi people and the Nile on this A to Z challenge Monday.

Holy Mountain #haiku

Kristjaan shares for today’s  prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: ” I discovered that “Shevet Uul” is the valley of Shiveet Khairhan Mountain and that it is a very sacred place for the Tuvan people. Shirveet Khairhan means “holy carved mountain” and it points towards a very large amount of petroglyphs which can be found on this mountain. Those petroglyphs are telling the creation of the Altai Mountains region and its religious meaning for the Tuvan.”

rock wall

 

 eyes trace fissures

breeze carries holy chants of old

hands caress the past

Photograph: Rock Formation in New Mexico by L. Moon 2012

 

 

 

The Stacks #library #books

across the books

they have so many stories to tell

leather bound,  some think some thin

heavy or light like a feather

more tales, imaginations to spin

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grabbing for our attention

but wait before you go

look down deep to the archives

untold journeys you know

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into dust willing I descend

books so large it takes two

who knows the pages turned

by famous people who knew

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conjurors of mystery

history will claim the stash

faded away are prose, poetrys

hidden in this place of the past

 

Working Together #rebootthesuit

walk on the moon

Watching numbers increase

children, moms and dads

many hands join

the clock we aim to beat

suit walked on the moon

put back together

 generations to enjoy

happily on history’s loom

reach the number with the crowd

each of us will share a prize

knowing we were a part

Neil’s ghost will be so proud

Yesterday we (staff and volunteers at National Air and Space Museum) watched the numbers hourly as day two of #reboot the suit was underway. I cant tell you how many children and families had their pictures taken by the cardboard copy of  Neil Armstrong’s space suit. This is where unity works so well – toward a cause that people can get behind.Check out #Rebootthesuit; it is the first kickstarter that Smithsonian has undertaken for fundraising. Presently on day three, the project is three fifths of the way to the goal.

The prompt at Poet’s United today is Unity.

Palms Sing Rocks Cry

morning breaks

golden rise upon the mountain

light moves gently over the scene

colors join the day in knowing

this is an answer to a dream

 donkey’s colt untied and led forth

his only rider is a king

palm branches line La Via

Hosanna shouts while others sing

the silent rocks they know the story

holding back the truth they know

but one day all will be revealed

and men will cry in shouts of woe

this Palm day swift leads to another

where the course of history bends

his eyes have looked into many

love’s message to each one he sends

Today is Palm Sunday the day when Jesus entered Jerusalem under the hails of Hossanas.

“Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Him, “Teacher, rebuke Your disciples.” But Jesus answered, “I tell you, if these become silent, the stones will cry out!” Luke 19:39 & 40

One day (in a week) he is revered, another he is sold,  and blood spills upon the Via Dolorosa…

Wishing all at Poet’s United a Happy Palm Sunday!

Look Up or Look down #poetry #photography

Below stately columns tall

and lofty words

men rise and fall

 many have gone before us

some to revere

others under breath

we sneer

here lies the mystery

if you led with honor

you revered through history

were you the fool

they will malign you

curse your rule

lead for the lives of the least

understand their pain

and eyes will tear

when they consider your reign

A leader may be one who leads a few or the masses but a good leader is neither arrogant nor small in the way he looks upon others.  He is the one little children want to emulate when they are grown.

Our prompt at Poet’s United – Leader.

poets united

The Ancient Alley’s Story #flashfiction #poetry #amwriting

alley

Aged marks the alley

A way traversed by man

many feet have covered

more years than that  have spanned

Aged marks a history

where crimes in stealth occurred

running for a hidden place

but they had been observed

Aged marks a story

the stones that cannot speak

holding back the knowledge

not told on any street

Aged yes and crafty

we carry many scars

were you to know the secrets

you’d gasp and be alarmed

Seek not for the answers

we whisper in our drink

this alley holds much darkness

they’re coming

for you

we think

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Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers  for another week, another great prompt, and an entry into an alley where there may be no exit.

I took the liberty of editing Kent Bonham’s shot just a bit. I wanted the focus to be on the stones of this alley.