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Not Your Friend Any-more – Promote Yourself

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“I’m Not Your Friend Anymore”
I wanted to defend you,
But no, I’m done, and
You’re right,
You’re an embarrassment,
You’re insane, and there’s
No help for people like you
That wish to hurt people—
Friends—like me, and I don’t
Want to be seen with you.
You’re right, I don’t want to be
Brought down
By you, with you, and I don’t
Want to talk to you, to see you,
Ever again.
Rebecca Grubb

I follow your blog, Poetreecreations, and I am a huge fan of it as well as your own work. I think it is a wonderful project to promote authors on-line  for the simple love of expression via poetry
Bio: Rebecca Grubb is a student at Rutgers Camden working on her BA in English. Her first loves are reading and writing, and she enjoys learning new languages and working on stained glass projects. When not doing schoolwork (which she should probably be doing), she can be found watching Star Trek reruns and doting on her cats. 

A Brave and Startling Truth – Your Favourite Poem

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We, this people, on a small and lonely planet 
Travelling through casual space 
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns 
To a destination where all signs tell us 
It is possible and imperative that we learn 
A brave and startling truth 

And when we come to it 
To the day of peacemaking 
When we release our fingers 
From fists of hostility 
And allow the pure air to cool our palms 

When we come to it 
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate 
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean 
When battlefields and coliseum 
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters 
Up with the bruised and bloody grass 
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil 

When the rapacious storming of the churches 
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased 
When the pennants are waving gaily 
When the banners of the world tremble 
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze 

When we come to it 
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders 
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce 
When land mines of death have been removed 
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace 
When religious ritual is not perfumed 
By the incense of burning flesh 
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake 
By nightmares of abuse 

When we come to it 
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids 
With their stones set in mysterious perfection 
Nor the Gardens of Babylon 
Hanging as eternal beauty 
In our collective memory 
Not the Grand Canyon 
Kindled into delicious color 
By Western sunsets 

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe 
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji 
Stretching to the Rising Sun 
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor, 
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores 
These are not the only wonders of the world 

When we come to it 
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe 
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger 
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace 
We, this people on this mote of matter 
In whose mouths abide cankerous words 
Which challenge our very existence 
Yet out of those same mouths 
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness 
That the heart falters in its labor 
And the body is quieted into awe 

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet 
Whose hands can strike with such abandon 
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living 
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness 
That the haughty neck is happy to bow 
And the proud back is glad to bend 
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction 
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines 

When we come to it 
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body 
Created on this earth, of this earth 
Have the power to fashion for this earth 
A climate where every man and every woman 
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety 
Without crippling fear 

When we come to it 
We must confess that we are the possible 
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world 
That is when, and only when 
We come to it. 

Maya Angelou

A Visit From An Angel

 

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As I sat beside the bed side

Keeping vigil with my friend

Watching his life drift away

Waiting for the end

 

My thoughts turned to the inevitable

What happens when we are dead?

Do we survive the material?

These thoughts were in my head

 

As I watched my friend drift away

The room was filled with light

An angel from the Spirit world

Came to him that night

 

I felt no fear or foreboding

These words she spoke to me

Do not be saddened with grief

For death has set him free

 

Free to pursue a life in heaven

Re-united with love ones and friends

Now into a spiritual atmosphere

Into a life that never ends

 

She smiled at me as they left

With these words to me she said

My child do not be afraid

For your friend is alive not dead

 

My child do not be afraid

For your friend is alive not dead

I was left with that inner peace

Knowing my friend would be all right

 

It changed my life completely

Of an angel that came so near

Knowing that death is natural

And there is nothing for us to fear.

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

DARKNESS – Promote Yourself



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You feel the darkness as an emptiness,
A claustrophobic enemy that closes in
To damage your perception of the world
As bright and hopeful, glistening
With prospects you would wish to win.

The dew-filled rose, refreshed from night
That closes light, and yet precurses day,
Unfurling sheds its tearful self.  Its petals,
Frail, yet live enough to hold their shape;
Its beauty, transient, yet gay.

Beyond the light of life, the dark of you
Admits appeal; this open room reveals
The Darkness-Womb we nightly turn to,
Grants, if we but let Her, comfort; grants that we be healed.

 D P Orman  my blog (ormanslices.wordpress.com).

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