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Tell Me!

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Why some people do not ponder
Before acting or uttering words of wonder?
Is it out of denseness or narrowness?
Or maybe due to immaturity or impulsiveness?
Or just to vex or show rudeness?
Are they aware of the repercussions
Of their irresponsible actions
and verbal aggression?
Shall we resort to avoidance
Or wear a costume of patience?

© Chaouki Mkaddem

New Year Wish

2015

This new year I will not be wishing for stardom, I do not even want fortune and fame;
In fact I do not want anything to change, I want my life to stay to same 
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Instead you can give my New Years wish to somebody who is feeling low;
Give it to the homeless man who has no place to go 
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Grant the wishes of the dying children in Africa, so maybe they can get to drink clean water;
You can Give my wish to their parents, so maybe this year they will not have to say goodbye to their son or daughter 
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You can take my New Years wish and give it to a child who’s daddy will never come home;
He may have died fighting for his country but he has left his baby all alone 
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Please give my wish to the person who cannot smile, sadness is now their only expression;
Please give my New Years wish to the war widow before she sinks deeper into depression 
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So please do not waste a wish on me when there are still children crying their hunger pain;
There is nothing In my life I need to change, I just want everything to stay the same 
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BARRY MOWLES ©2013

Underground – Promote Yourself

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Perhaps, now is not the time I want to be unearthed.
Perhaps, I enjoy being underground.
Perhaps, I like the thrill of mystery;
Not everyone needs to know all the details.
Some words are best left unspoken,
And I like to guard my tongue; it is a very loose thing
Needing restraint against all its aims to destroy me.
Perhaps, you think I am too harsh a master,
But I need to be smart and mete out the weights.
That come in bearing my image to the world; my real self, unbridled
But quick to see the false face that arises underneath the masquerade.
Perhaps, you don’t understand it yet, or know what it means to live
In the light of reality.
So, perhaps, someday, you will learn to light the world on fire
And know the song of joy.

Dr Seussa

On Race’s Ism

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In Childhood
Stuck trying to find the right words
If something is wrong
Then an offense has occurred
And we each know the name of that song
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We may not try
However simple the notion that crossed our mind
Whatever may have caused her to cry
Gives credence to this present bind
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Look into the mirror each morning
And see a face that is ready to play
Calling all friends of all worlds abiding
Each other’s desires; each one’s way
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We are a simple dream of childhood
Recognizing every person that crosses our path
Knowing our little neighbor, hood
Is really filled with love and knows no wrath
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Child’s eyes watch the television
When a man named Malcolm X lost his life
He didn’t really understand that vision
Yet now innocence knew certain strife
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His quiet world of matchbox cars
And riding a bicycle down rural roads
There were no Emmett Till moments; no steel bars
That suggested how a quiet world soon explodes
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Coming of Age
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Grandfather’s sun-porch on a late afternoon
It is April 4th and by evening
A world we knew that lived under the same moon
Now in a child’s eyes witnessed a blood-letting
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Look into the mirror each morning
Recognize the horror that stands silent
Wash away the culling
Nature of this daily lament
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Outside a world quietly anticipates
A brush of the shoulder
A passing glance that irritates
An individual mind’s moment of order
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And in a flash the future is different
We look at each other with a certain fear
A society that seems no more reverent
Than a glance in the headlights by a passing deer
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We are now afraid
Civil rights has become a long awaited
Long suggested sacrificial trade …
Years of intolerance; human tragedy abated
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As decades pass we begin to recognize voices
Speaking of equality; shouting MLK Jr’s dream
A certain fog seems to embrace our choices
Is it a dream, or a fear now to actually scream
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Present hypocrisy
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A newscaster recently applauded
A verdict with biting analysis
A jury of peers apparently spoke and quietly lauded
A system of unequivocal legalese justice
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In a classroom the teacher taught Langston Hughes
A poem about finding your heart
See there are many different, contrasting views
We just need sometimes a place to start
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Hypocrisy exists if we design by our own will
Is it wrong to fight against the man?
When really it is the Man that speaks to fulfill
A spiritual reckoning; a delightful sermon
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Might inspire our hearts to seek the soul
Of our existence; that human purposed
Together today teaching whole
Worlds might recognize each other as He proposed
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Fight with a certain wrath the accusations
Plead for generalities to be ignored
And stand firm to agree with each other’s visions
To be explored, believe, lived, and favored
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Common ground exists within our lives
To recognize each other’s eyes that shine above
The judgment and fury of angst, that deprives
Our elegant human hearts to share what is their love

                                                                 Thom Amundsen 2013

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A mate is true

 

 

Yesterday I did a poem about how my grandmother would’ve worked in the isolation of the country of South Australia. I never knew my grandfather but having known my father as a true person I can only imagine my  grandfather. I gave thought to my Dad’s brothers and the legend of the men from the early years of the country. I hoped he would’ve been true to his mates.

 
He would have learned the mateship oath
Along a railway gangers camp
From Broken Hill to Adelaide
The mateship oath in good times
And out of work

The oath from town to town
And by the billabong
The oath no matter what
A mate is true
He can do no wrong

A mate respects his mate
No matter what
Sharing in all kinds of weather
A mate can do no wrong
Along a railway gangers camp
From Broken Hill to Adelaide

No matter what
Sharing in all kinds of weather
A mate can do no wrong
There may be bitter words between mates
At times

But when he is away or passed on
A mate is loyal to a mates memory
No matter what

Posted on July 16, 2013 by 

Lest We Forget

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Have we forgotten their ultimate sacrifice?
Of these men and women who died in their millions?
Brave and true, without question,
proud to be British, not ashamed to be Christian.

So many years have passed,
it seems our memory doesn’t last.
Forgetting these courageous people, to our shame.
Why can’t we remember their names?

How short is our memory?
That we have forgotten them already?
Died in their millions fighting for our freedom,
believing in our free democratic ideology. 

What does it take to wake up this country,
to rise once again from its complacency?
How much more do we take, before we decide to fight,
for our beliefs, our traditions and our liberty?

Armed Forces Day in the UK 
Lest We Forget
by Simon Icke UK

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