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YESTERDAY: My brother and I


Love to those who left heart sparks in poems and comments for me in tomisb's contest. They are a well spring, a garden of Soul. Thank you http://allpoetry.com/contest/2408761

ROISTERING THROUGH THE CITY STREETS (Thank you, JD!)

by ecrivain01
Feb 21, 2005

Roistering through the city streets,
Whistling merrily along --
Tapping feet in measured beats
Accompanying my cheery song...

I saw a gaunt and homeless child
Begging in the streets for bread --
On each side, heedless strangers filed
With conscience slumbering, or fled.

"Please, sir, grant me a trifling boon,"
The starving gamin cried --
I said, "Go hear your mother croon;"
He said, "Oh no! She died."

I delved deep in my pocket,
Pulled out a knife and comb,
Some money and a silver locket...
Mementos of my own lost home.

I pried the faded picture from it,
Gave coins and locket to the boy --
My song resumed, I tried to hum it
As his pinched face lit up with joy.

Then, dancing gladly on my way,
I left him to the whims of fate --
I can't right all Earth's wrongs today.
Perhaps tomorrow. Sure, they'll wait.

Re "Piping Down the Valleys Wild,"
with apologies to William Blake
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"Feed the hungry, heal the heart."
Mary Baker Eddy





Quote from

Lethal Inaction
by Shirley K. Boiling

"Have we in abundance grown too callous to care?
Is there nothing within us to prompt us to share?
While some move to action, too many just wait--
meanwhile they perish,
Too little --
Too Late"





The GIFT

C learly
H eaven
R evealed
I n
S piritual
T ruth

~kl~


"Oh, but my heart flies out of the dream
like a singing bird!"

Virginia Thesiger


There's something about mellow moons and November...

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Application for an Attic
by Peter Henniker-Heaton
Jubilee, 1953

Give me an attic in your thoughts, however small,
not even necessarily facing toward the sun.
Let it be simply furnished, but above all
on an enduring lease, let it be mine.

If you have guest rooms, do not give me these;
for in such chambers many come and go,
the casual migrants and acquaintances,
quickly replaced like fish out of the sea.

I will always try to deserve your trust,
doing the things that please you and delight.
But if in anything I disappoint,
still keep my attic; then I may need it most.

Let me be sure, that when I turn the key
and enter, I shall find all things the same,
all still my own, as though on that very day
you expected me and were glad that I had come.

Perhaps my attic will face toward the sun.

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Be true to yourself;
'yourself' is the one person
you can never escape.

~kl~



Some company is worth keeping,even
in the silence of your own heartbeat. ~kl~



Love
....a moment is all there is...
sometimes a moment is forever
~kl~



windhover3 May 29

blue sky fields shield the eye
from a pretty sun grown round
ten thousand yellow balloons
bloom sparks like poppie clouds
strings braid like pony-tail contrail
Dad reaches to tie around the wrist
her pink dress trains like a wedding
white shoes gather grass stains
behind black fence park benches
the tan coat folded in her lap
leans her head on his shoulder
from the tree fork
watch smile wish smoulder
swinging branch to monkey
keys spilling to ground
tan coat slips hand grasp lapel
the pink dress giggle points
balloons drift- some far away
some too close to touch




Fool's Paradise
by Gwen T. Lundy

A fool built a dream out of moonlight
A kiss and the touch of a hand.
How much can be built out of nothing
Only a fool can understand.

And only a fool will forget
That the brightest moon will wane,
That the nights will grow dark and empty
Of all save blinding pain.

And only a fool will stumble on
Through the darkness with out a light,
Remembering the touch of a hand
And a kiss when the moon shone bright.

Only a fool will never learn,
He'll go out and do it again
For love has the power to turn into fools
The wisest of women and men.

Klassy Lassy (Acrostic)
by Lana, aka silver bugs
Jun 29, 2005

K isses filled with harmony
L ove wrapped around her words
A touch of heartache dancing on the page
S inging unsung songs of yesterday
S he is talent, perfection, beauty
Y earning to strive, to succeed

L ike an everlasting rose, never wilting
A light at the end of a dark road
S urrounded by eternal happiness
S he writes, her pen bleeds poetic bliss
Y outh will fade but her smile lasts forever