The stream (all workshops)
Sparks that struggled before burning bright
Particles streaming from blackened holes
Just faint specks of speeding light
Prickles of waking from numbed souls
Solar flares, big, bright and bold
Frozen truths brought to vision
Asteroids lonely, dark and cold
Great ideas, and the odd collision
Elliptical orbits, light years long
Gravity, pulsars and cosmic rays
Blazing comets, come and gone
Super novas, brighter than days
The world long 'fore I was even born
on a tropic December morn
that gave not even slightest hint
of how our world would soon be rent
In the distance Zeroes roar
on their way to grisly chore
to release the dogs of war
upon a distant peaceful shore
In the instant ere the bombs dropped
leading to so many hearts stopped
the sun shone so clear and bright
upon both the wrong and right
.
from the depths of microbia
arose man, and a world
from throngs of ignorance
was born a taught man
from the confusion of knowlege
was made a poet
from the muddiest of mud
grows a beautiful lotus
delightful
she balanced her body's substance
of stardust and shadow
delicately
on bitter point of
that pin
in glimmered dance
breathtakingly
delightful
to a music universe
plays on and on
in perfect rhythms
her feet followed each
chord's phrase
as falling rain
caused concentric circles
to glow
as afterthoughts
she smiled for those
who could
see.
vcp
6 December 2010
We all do our small part
to make things better
for ourselves
And sometimes others
notice the differences
and make their own
adjustments
I've been buying
almost all
of my vegetables
from friends
and farmers markets
A friend explained
the concept
of food miles
and I have consumed
along those lines
for alot of years now
Except for tea
and olive oil,
one has to support
the farmers of far off
enterprises also
i looked up in the stars then made a wish,
to yearn for you is to cry for the moon
wished that you had never been this hard to reach,
so that we'll both be love existent very soon.
man is living as the Earth is rotating,
so is the time passes the same time it exists,
why was this love born out from a distance?
leaving me hanging with droplets of chance...
The evening is now growing old,
a bit like , or so I'm told.
I sit here way too tired to sleep
and watch the long hand slowly creep.
My mind wanders to places far
where my new writing friends are
all the way around the world
where Aussie flag is kept unfurled.
So much talent in so many places
spread among so many faces,
some are gals and some are guys.
Compared to me they're mostly wise.
Lost in a world
That I don’t know
That I just don’t understand
Everyone is trying
To be someone
Someone they are not
Success is judged
By how much we have
As a people
As a nation
Children going hungry
To help support tax cuts
For people who don’t need them
Everyone cries
They are not responsible to help
The world is full of Cains
And no one seems Able
And the king of nothing
Writes another poem
Because he doesn’t know
What else to do
God’s Creativity!
To my mind
What a God
If there is one,
Has created
Is the Human Mind
And
That’s His personal,
Gifted unique,
Biggest
Monumental
Creation
6.50 billions
Working simultaneously
Conveying his order
And wish.
Amen.
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