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Anti-social behaviour

Please don’t
drink to the brink and waste your time

Inviting
yourself into the world of crime,

Don’t hang
around with people who

Drain your
energy and lead you to,

Do all the
wrong things that can hurt others,

Don’t
despair, there is a world out there

For you to
discover,

If only you
would take the time

To use your
energy positively,and open your mind,

Search for
creativity, education or sport

Sit yourself
down,and give it some thought

by Gillian
Sims

I Am Not a God!

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I am not a God to hear her silence
I can sense her mind’s ambiance
I am not a God to read her thoughts
I can feel her slightest expressions
I am not a God to foresee her future
I can predict her success and failure
I am not a God to map out her destiny
I can just pray to enjoy her company
I daren’t contradict God’s will
Otherwise, I will lose everything
I am a mere human being
who has a definite margin

© Chaouki Mkaddem
May 28th, 2013

A change is required


If we look about us what do we expect to see?

Would it be a world in which everyone is free?

A world where prosperity is shared by everyone,

Or one in which some people still live in poverty?

 

Is this the kind of world that God intended?

Is this scenario fulfilling God’s masterplan?

Or, has it come about through man’s manipulation,

With sin having an effect from the day the world began?

 

We are told that it was intended for man to live in harmony with God,

And that it was for his pleasure that man was created,

But man set out to gain his independence,

And for this reason, God’s plan has been frustrated.

 

Over the years the world has seen many changes,

But this does not mean it is a better place,

There have been many improvements in our standard of living,

But these do not apply to every member of the human race.

 

We live in a world where the burden of work has been eased,

Much of the hard labour has been replaced by machinery,

Many new tasks have been introduced,

Most of which are carried out by complex technology.

 

What difference has this knowledge made to us,

Are we living in a world where happiness knows no bound?

With all this progress in Science and technology,

Peace, satisfaction and harmony should be found.

 

To improve the conditions in which people live and work,

Is the objective for which people have fought and died,

The result of their work has been beneficial,

But each improvement can mean more people are dissatisfied.

 

We live in a world where comparison is rife,

Where many people are not satisfied with their lot,

They look around and see people with more than them,

Or, that some people have got something that they have not.

 

To many this is a cause of jealousy or envy,

They are not happy at another person’s obvious success,

They do not always accept that this success is deserved,

And this can lead to a sense of bitterness.

 

Social engineering has been applied to many aspects of our life,

But this has failed time and time again,

Real progress does not come about by changing conditions,

What is needed is a change in the hearts and minds of men.

 

Without this change other changes will be ineffective,

Greed, selfishness and intolerance will still hold sway,

There may be many improvements in our standard of living,

But in the long run we shall lose the day.

By 

Ron Martin

Manners

For a Child of 1918

My grandfather said to me
as we sat on the wagon seat,
“Be sure to remember to always
speak to everyone you meet.”

We met a stranger on foot.
My grandfather’s whip tapped his hat.
“Good day, sir. Good day. A fine day.”
And I said it and bowed where I sat.

Then we overtook a boy we knew
with his big pet crow on his shoulder.
“Always offer everyone a ride;
don’t forget that when you get older,”

my grandfather said. So Willy
climbed up with us, but the crow
gave a “Caw!” and flew off. I was worried.
How would he know where to go?

But he flew a little way at a time
from fence post to fence post, ahead;
and when Willy whistled he answered.
“A fine bird,” my grandfather said,

“and he’s well brought up. See, he answers
nicely when he’s spoken to.
Man or beast, that’s good manners.
Be sure that you both always do.”

When automobiles went by,
the dust hid the people’s faces,
but we shouted “Good day! Good day!
Fine day!” at the top of our voices.

When we came to Hustler Hill,
he said that the mare was tired, 
so we all got down and walked,
as our good manners required. 

Elizabeth Bishop

Sunrise

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Take a look at the sunrise,

It’s a picture of sheer delight,

The colours are so exquisite,

As the day says farewell to the night.

 

 Stand in amazement of its brilliance,

As nature performs her task,

A planet within our universe,

In space that is so vast.

 

The sun is very special,

It keeps our planet warm,

It sustains all nature,

Through wind, rain, and storm.

 

The planet would be very dark,

Nothing on earth would grow,

For the earth would be very cold,

Covered by ice and snow.

 

Everything moves like clockwork,

Moving together as one,

Like a well oiled machine,

It journey’s forever on.

 

The sun has always risen,

And million years to come,

Life on this planet would be miserable,

If it wasn’t for the warmth of the sun.

Malcolm Bradshaw

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is the sea
he sails upon
an untamed power
of mystery
of moods
of a beauty
that will wash away
the sins
of the sailor
and lay him to rest
in its depths

Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream


 
In the second year of his reign Nebuchadnezzar had a dream,
He called his magicians, astrologers, sorcerers and Chaldeans to provide an
explanation,
Unfortunately for them he could not remember what the dream was all about,
So none of the wise men could provide an interpretation.
 
The Chaldeans told the King that no-one would be able to explain the dream
He knew then unless he could provide them with more information,
For this cause the King was very angry,
And ordered that all the wise men should be put to death7 if they did not provide an
explanation.
 
When Daniel heard of this edict he went to see the King,
For he and the other Princes were now included amongst the wise men of the nation,
He told the King that if he was given a little time,
That he would be able to provide an interpretation.
 
Soon afterwards Daniel returned to the presence of the King,
To report that he had been speaking to Jehovah who was the God of the Jewish
Nation,
That the details of the King’s dream had been revealed to him,
And that he was now able to reveal the dream and to provide an interpretation.
 
In the dream you saw a beast with a head of pure gold,
Its shoulders and arms were made of silver, his belly made of brass7
His legs were made of iron, and his feet of iron and clay,
You saw a rock thrown which struck the feet of iron and clay,
Which caused the beast to collapse into complete disarray.
 
The beast represents the Kingdom of which you are the head,
The head of gold shows the power of the Kingdom in the present day,
But as the value of the metals diminish down to the feet,
So the Kingdom will diminish and slowly pass away.
 
When this has happened the God of Heaven will set up another Kingdom,
A Kingdom which shall last for ever more,
In the dream God has revealed to you what shall come to pass,
And the dream and the interpretation are sure.
 
King Nebuchadnezzar fell down on his face and worshipped Daniel,
And ordered that the people should offer him an oblation,
He recognised Daniel’s God as the God of Gods and the Lord of Kings,
And Daniel was recognised as a great man throughout the nation.
By Ron Martin

How to Write Well

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1…. Don’t ever present your ideas in the form of a numbered list

2. Never repeat yourself or say things more than once
3. Avoid (whenever possible) the use of parenthetical phrases (unless absolutely necessary)
4. The use of foreign words and expressions is considered a faux pas
5. Avoid cliches like the plague
6. Never adopt a condescending tone with your readers – that means to talk down to them
7. To be avoided at all times is the reverse construction of sentences
8. Eschew obfuscation

Time

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He who is past his prime
Feels his life has ceased to rhyme
Sees his future a steep climb
Never dares to get off the dime
Too afraid to walk on the slime
Frozen as if mantled with a rime
Does nothing but blame it on time

He who is in his heyday
Has no shame to betray
Who, for him, smoothed the way
And let him hit the bull’s eye
Considering time to be a reliable ally
Alas! “No Mercy” is coming his way
Carrying his own doomsday

© Chaouki M’kaddem
May 21st, 2013

The missing piece

Where is the missing piece of jigsaw?

There is always one nagging thought

Like there is something missing

Like a missing link,

One day I will find it

It will fit perfectly into place

Like the missing jigsaw piece,

It will appear one day for me to see

If only I knew what the missing link was

I could find a solution and action this,

Until then I will have the nagging thought

On my mind,

Still I will strive

To search and find,

The missing piece

That will fulfil my mind

Gillian Sims

Fragile, poetry and art

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I am pleased to share visual art and poetry from a good friend who has inspired me in my own pursuit of art in the church. This guest post comes to us from a friend and self-taught artist, Angela Copeland, who works in the operating room by day and makes art in her free time. She is a mother of three grown daughters and four grandchildren, three of whom are old enough to make art with her.

Angela has helped coordinate a 2013 Stations of the Cross at Christ the Redeemer Anglican Church, in Norfolk, Virginia, and also helped plan another Lenten art event. She leads and assists children and adults in tactile and participatory art activities. Stations of the Cross, thanks to Angela, included artwork from preschool children, grade-school children, and community home groups.

FRAGILE

We were fragile when we left it
Fragile when we fell

Though it is…

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Violet Nesdoly / poems

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“Writing a poem…is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.” Mary Oliver

Poetry, I’m back
and sorry I missed our rendezvous
all these May mornings
forsook you for Twitter
Facebook, email, hotmail

Are you mad?
Feeling jilted?
Regretting all the times
you gave it up for me
during our April trysts?

I guess I needed a break
from our hot-and-heavy
so without telling you
without really knowing
that I was doing it
I stayed away…

But I’m back
feeling lonely, guilty
tentative but resolute
though hesitant
to make glib promises

Can we talk?

© 2013 by Violet Nesdoly

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I know it’s been mighty quiet on here. A break from poetry seems to be the way I recuperate from the April’s National Poetry Month binge of poem-writing. I wrote…

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watching poetry…

Interesting.

WritersCorps Announces Winners in Poetry Video Competition

jayraj-highres1On Saturday, April 13, WritersCorps held the third annual Poetry Projection Project, a festival of short films inspired by youth poems, at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in San Francisco. Poetry Projection Project was emceed by WritersCorps teaching artist, Anhvu Buchanan, or “Mr. B,” as he’s known by his students. The audience enjoyed a reading by four WritersCorps poets– Haley, Nicole, Senobia, and Melissa– followed by a screening of short films.

Special guest juror H.P. Mendoza, an award-winning San Francisco-based filmmaker (”Colma: The Musical,” and “I Am a Ghost”), praised the work of the filmmakers and poets before announcing the winners of the festival:

City Boy” by Jayraj Govender, featuring his own poem.

The Girl with the Birds” by Reel Grrls students, featuring their own poem.

One of the finalists shown at the festival was created by students from WITS Houston in a collaborative…

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Here’s a bit of poetry for you…

Good poem!

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I am the drop in the ocean.

I am the sea and the wave.

I am the sky and the starlight.

I am the weak and the brave.

 

I am the moment before you.

I am the time when you’re gone.

I am the breath when it enters.

I am the world’s sacred song.

 

I am the heart of all matter.

I am the dance of all life.

I am the love that lingers

Midst the chords of everyday strife.

 

I          am        You.

Aliana Alani ©2013

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Love Is Essential, Love Is Everything

Good poem!

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Patrice's Watercolour Art of Misty

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love is essential
Love is everything
Love will bring
Joy and laughter
And things
That sadness
Can never sing.

Love is essential
Love is everything
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 © Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Regrets

Good poem.

Poetic musings

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A word not said
A promise not kept
A vow not taken
A world not built
A dream not fulfilled
A hope died down
Can it bring so much pain?
Can it bring new tears?
Can it hurt so much?
And bring many regrets?

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I am what i am By Simon Icke

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