Believe In Change #poetry #Crimea

SB Pier

Rise up say your piece

unite for a cause

stem unreason’s tide

truth above the laws

hold back foolish notions

punish not our beliefs

this cause may seem deranged

 generations filled with grief

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with unrest we can’t sleep

we are in need of change

no silence we will keep

set things in motion

stop machination’s jaws

people side by side

upend meaningless clause

our world in need of peace

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The ESL work I did in Crimea was over the summer.

I would be preparing now to leave.

Where are those students today?

Who knows?

Who

Cares?

 

The Poet’s United Midweek Motif is prompting poets to write about public protest.

Poets and artists have always had a voice that rings truth.

What do you feel strongly about?

I am saddened by news coming out of Crimea.

 

 

 

 

The Poet Speaks… #poetry

There are poets in this blogging center of the world who make a difference with their pen – Charles Martin is such a poet!!!

There is a poet

who I’d tip my hat

but we live in this era

so that is that

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where all we swallow

is political fire

his daily words

they do inspire

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He paints and draws

his readers in

a subtle point

that speaks within

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Don’t ever miss

the meaning penned

nothing poison

lies within

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for poets have

a way you know

to touch the heart

and make it grow

 

I have a few friends who have profoundly influenced my writing. Charles Martin is such a man whose words speak volumes to those willing to listen. Thanks to the bold voice of poets today!

Song of the Heart

How long had it been

since he first heard her voice?

listened for its sweetness

had no other choice

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the very first time

up in the trees

carried her to him

in a soft gentle  breeze

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Again he  heard her

surf carried  this  piece

strong and vivacious

she sang with the sea

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hearing the oldies

loved her by then

musical harmony

sounds close to him

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Lastly he heard her

each day at the start

she had woven her song

in the chords of his heart

Mill Creek

Sometimes she runs

other times she trickles

her beauty is bubbly

at times though she is fickle

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What is it?

Do I hear her speak?

her timeless  song

gives me cause to think

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Her voice is rapturous

her whisper sweet and  dear

gentle when she wants me

her words of love are clear

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What do I see in her

so different than the rest

she smiles at me

I alone am hers by request

Photo: “Mill Creek” – L. Moon

The Message in the Mirror #NWCU #ghosts #poetry

What voices do you hear when you look in the mirror?

She walked into a shop

steeped  in another era

scents  of old

ancient things from there

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Up in a loft

she saw an ivory mirror

she held it’s loveliness

tell me what did she hear?

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It was a voice

with an accent sublime

young and clear

from another time

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Are you talking to me?

I hear you my dear

the young voice queries

please come a little near

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Where is the woman?

no one but me

looking around

where can she be?

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Then just as sweetly

she gave me a message

must be for others

what is the passage?

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Tell them I love them

tell them I’m here

tell them I’m waiting

give them love and cheer

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Who do I tell?

can’t you be clearer

now she was gone

the lady in the mirror

This (archived) poem is prompted by this week’s Wednesday Wake Up Call at New World Creative Union. We are asked to reflect on our ancestors. The prose is fictional but inspired by a mirror and a memory.

Painting: Waterhouse “Rosebuds while ye may”