ABOUT DISASTER

When disaster comes

it's what have we done

to the people, nature, and God

The Tsunami Tragedy

The Day was Bright and Sunny,

The Sea was calm as usual,

Just then, Tsunamis Came,

It bring forward debris,

Pushing sand and water to the land.

The land was flattened,

People screaming hysterically,

Body scattered around,

Nothing is spared,

The world wept

Around the world help came,

Touching and Heart-warming scenario been felt

No more tsunamis, no more

May all missing be found

May all lives be save.

  A Wave Of Tears

- God Have Mercy On Us All -

Ken 1/17/2005     

The world changed for good on one fateful day

It was December 26th of 04

A quake in the ocean create a wave

It devastated homelands and more

Thousands of people lost everything they had

What they wore was all that some saved

When the walls of water had returned to the sea

What it left were the children of the wave

Children of the wave more than 10,000 strong

Were orphaned by Mother Nature's might

Just surviving that day does not guarantee

That the end of the tunnel held light

For children that survived there are parents who lost

Kids of their own on that day

We can't possibly imagine the agony and pain

Of watching your family swept away

The clean-up is massive and could take ten years

Disease and starvation will come quick

We must reach in our pockets and send food to the hungry

And medical supplies to the sick

So we as a people must put differences aside

Come together and do what we can

If we dig deep within and put our hearts to the test

I know we can rebuild the land

We can rebuild their homes, their churches and schools

We can send them our love and our prayers

We can show them their future is just around the corner

But we can never erase their nightmares

But what must not happen above all the rest

Is to forget of these poor peoples plight

We can all do our part by simply remembering

To include them in our prayers every night

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Mother Natures Blues

Sweeping her house to course a hurricane

all comes with knowing she gets no break

She sneezes and a storm erupts

drizzling icing like sweet snow crystals

You know she is an artist As she paints the trees green in summer, erases colour in winter, keeps to browns in autumn and goes colour crazy in spring

She sips her martini from a stream of life

While blowing smoke from her chimney pipe

I call her Mrs World as she is committed to the earth

She weeps and floods fill Mozambique

She coughs and China catches a monsoon

she can't help it Mrs World is just having a bad day.

At once she had to feed her millions of children Switch on the sun, polish the stars, dust the moon and put the planets in order.

But today she takes a back sit, to take in a deep breath coursing a cape gale force Volcanoes erupt with her hormonal imbalances.

The ground shakes and the earth quakes as she pounds her drum to mimic her hearts beat, beat

She throws out all the things she does not need anymore the object fly sky high like meteors

She goes to her wall to view her nations coluje

while thinking of decorating the desert with a mirage

subdued by dew and mist she never thinks of slitting her wrists

she might have woes and knows her does

she'd rather play her saxophone to calm her blues

with her feet submerged in the ocean

trying to untangle her emotions

Leaning over the horizon She watches her mood with the sun rising

It's a new day, it all starts again and life for Mrs world goes on and on There goes mother natures blues

The Human Teddy Bear

I sit here

All alone

Nobody loves me

Nobody gives me a home

And so these tears they fall

Not just for me but for others

I'm not the only one who cries

I need people to hold on to

When there is no one I fall

And when I fall I break

So I sit here

In my depression

In my lake of tears

Sad

Alone

And forgotten

A TEAR OF A CHILD

In memory of my loving Grandmother,

Ila Irene Schow Swenson

1914-2003

A tear of a child,

Is special and sweet.

A tear of a child,

Is fresh off a cheek.

A tear of a child,

Is for your sweet lips.

A tear of a child,

Is for you to kiss!

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THE TOURISTS ARE BACK IN PHUKET

by Tim Torkildson

The tourists are back in Phuket,

with corpses around them still wet.

Ignoring disease

and beggars faint pleas;

it's over their suntans they fret.

Tender lights upon my open face

once closed in so deeply hidden away from the outside space

I have groveled and given myself so easily away

Whatever this game is, God please make it go away

My eyes are slowly opening to the brightness of each day

As I grow older in my absent youth,

I feel like I have thrown so much life away

Still running from my own self yet searching for my own place

Don't let me leave here without giving the rest a taste

Taking down my hair to let it grow

I think to myself . . . I can dance,sing, and sew

Why am I disintegrating into dirt

when I can bloom with just a little water?

Why was I blessesed with being my parents' only daughter?

Open me up so I can love

and enlighten me from up above

for I am tired of fighting everything

I will heal I just need to walk from my sins

Dark angels do not stay

I am done with the price I've had to pay

THE PLAYGROUND

Joi Graves

Laughter

The color green

Envy from those who want

Smiles from those who seem to have

Children

CLOSED EYES

The sky was gray

the ground was black

a thousand bugs

on a small girls back

there stood a young lady

no older then twenty

her eyes were closed

she couldn't see

then the small girl

managed to scream

"can somebody please, please help me?"

the young lady opened her eyes

the young lady heard the cries

the young lady began to see

the little girl was her baby

HER DEATH

Cynthia Lewis

Old woman

Heart lighter than a dandelion

From fragments sent ahead

Drifts away

Drifts away

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM

by Jill Marie Hoel

My Mother is so special to me,

a friend who was always near,

someone I could turn to,

to listen or shed a tear

I know I told you often

how much I loved you so,

but I could never tell you

as much as you should know

Now that you are gone from me,

I think of so many things

that I want to tell you,

but the phone will never ring

Happy Birthday my dear Mommy,

I send wishes to the above,

of the joy you always gave me,

the joy of devoted love

SILENT CONTENT

By Abu Bokor

If I was to write the beauty of a moment,

A silence in which my dreams reside,

Words and time could not make atonement,

For the quiet in which my heart decides.

 I have no job, I said

They did not notice

I have no money, I wept

They did not hear

I have no food, I cried

They did not care

Today, grief all around

With the fear of death looming large

Me and many with lives so similar

Homes and children

Fed to the sea

We have been affected, they say

Those who

Did not notice, hear, care

Today they ask, our well-being

They care for our life

They fear our death

But the price we had to pay

For our voice to be heard

Jamuna

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Four Friends
Don Sizemore

          RAIN, you must be my friend,

          Weeping openly,

          As my masculine pride

          Forbids me;

          SUN, you must be my friend,

          Laughing brightly,

          As my masculine reserve

          Forbids me;

          WIND, you must be my friend,

          Howling inconsolably,

          As my masculine arrogance

          Forbids me;

          SNOW, you must be my friend,

          Caressing gently,

          As my masculine ignorance

          Forbids me.

Fearful

The hard times I have brought to mind

The one’s who’ve fell from the open sky

They were hoping not to give up life

I won’t be the last no matter what its like

Because we, are children from the past

Nothing will compare nothing stays the same

Some try, but fall right on their face because it’s the way we live

Fearful of what life, brings on

Helping them had made me stronger

Why hadn’t they told me, I was far to kind?

Wait don’t show me I like the way this all rewinds

Play back the pictures in my mind

Show the people like me show the people who try

Some try, but fall right on their face because it’s the way we live

Fearful of what life, brings on

It’s hard to say I can’t wait to go

Because it’s the way we live fearful of what life brings on

TSUNAMI

All over the world people rejoiced

Warm greetings, exchanged gifts

Joyous laughter echoed everywhere

Our savior's birth, a reason to cheer

But amid the laughter and jolly merry making

Death came to spoil the fun and inflict pain

Deep in earth's crevice was wrath erupting

To replace laughter with wails of mourning

It was supposed to be a fantastic sunny day

Tropical destination chosen for the holidays

But woe to them whose hearts filled with mirth

For alas! The destroyer has come to bring grief

Sucking ocean's deep with avenging hatred

A tsunami coming with tremendous fury and rage

Its ultimate goal was destruction and death

As thousands of bodies piled cold and lifeless

Now hear their cries of lament oh, savage Death

Hear their deepest wails of mourning and grief

But you can never totally crumple man's faith

For in God's mighty hand lies his inner strength

Dear Soldier,
Brandy Mayfield

We have been torn apart,

By Gods will,

Now your up there looking at me,

Watching me cry.

Hoping and Praying what I've been told is a lie.

But I know its not.

But I know you fought.

Fought for your country and our freedom.

I know you loved me.

Thinking of me as your final breath leaves your lips.

I just hope you knew how I felt.

How I love you so!

But I think it's my time to let go.

No matter what tho,

No matter how far,

You will always have a special place in my heart.

I will love you until the day I die.

Thank you soldier.

FALLEN SOLDIERS                                 

   by Thomas E. Sobon                               

                                   

Upon the sand he falls to die                               

And doesn't know the reason why                             

A soldier dying in his youth                                

Believing he was told the truth                             

The weapons he was told were there                                  

Could not be found…..not anywhere                                   

Misled by leaders who deceived                              

For obscure ends to be achieved                             

Again, again, the soldiers fall                             

The men we loved when they stood tall                               

Johnny, Jimmy, Harry, Phil                                  

Tommy, Dick and also Bill                                   

A husband, father, brother, friend                                  

Their worldly journeys with us end                                  

No more among us will they walk                             

No more unto us will they talk                              

But from their graves we hear them shout                                    

What was this war we fought about?                                  

... Unless Iraq you can explain                             

The fallen soldiers died in vain                  

Color Blind Soldier

What happens when a soldier is color blind?

When everyone looks the same.

How does he know which side is right?

How does he know which side is wrong?

Does he shoot, without seeing?

Does he kill without knowing?

Your side is always right.

The enemy is always wrong.

You are your opponents’ enemy.

The enemy is his own side.

He fights with the same codes.

You follow your orders, he follows his.

You both fight for a cause that is above you.

You fight for a justice that some have never known.

Could you shoot your brother if he was on the other side?

Would you lay down your weapon and talk first?

Or would you shoot than ask questions later.

Would you fall to your knees and cry if he died?

In God’s eyes everyone is everyone’s brother.

At the gates of heaven could you explain why you shot your brother?

Would you fall to your knees and cry for your brother;

your enemy?

         In the declaration it clearly states all men have equal rights

         If this were so true then why did we yet struggle and fight

         Marching down the streets in 63 chanting all through the night

         Why did some stand by us but most just shrugged us along        

         Taunted, yelled, and teased "go back where you belong"

         If it wasn’t for Martin, Abe, and Rosa would equality still be gone?

         If im pitching bogus someone please tell me im wrong

         I love the land I live on because that was long ago

         I just feel love is pain and pain is love like Allen Poe

         There are words like united that send chill’s through my soul

         I sit back and think and I smile I’ll cherish those till im old

         If countries were items some would be like coal

         I look where I live and know its 20 carrot gold.

Conrad 9

THE FRUIT OF DESTITUTION

In the gaiety of poverty

I’m happy as you please

paying  my rent

with drunken smiles

celebrating my choice

of subsidized afflictions

Its not me you see

clothed in the sun

bleeding thoughts of glory

toiling

amongst the colorful dead

I sweat black earth

share scars with straw hats

whisper intimacies into

restless pools of light  

as green bananas

fall from the heavens.

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Twilight

I watched the sun’s farewell spectrum

Reflected in the distant horizon

Dimples etched as he smiled

Trying to tease grieving mankind

He had witnessed my agony

As I labored in vain through the day

I can hear his silent laughter

As he let darkness to take over

Sadly I gazed at the western splendor

As again the sun gaily moved on

Leaving me teary eyed and weary

I wasted life, satisfying my vanity.

 
Strenuously I labored for silver and gold

For earthly cravings, I strived for more

Oblivious that in my next journey

I shall leave the world, palms open and empty

Now at my life’s twilight, came reality

Spend not precious moments selfishly

Better strive for things that spell eternity

And leave behind a living legacy

DUSK
ASHOK NIYOGI

When shadows crowd the cul de sac

And one creeps up your window-sill,

Basketball whoops magnify

Cars kiss bumpers,

The rhymeless drummer

Beats his tin pail;

When night insolently stares you in the face

And dares you to produce one more sun,

You know it is time to retreat

And live to fight another day.

From The Inside

I look into your eyes

and see of things untold

I look into your chest

and see a heart so cold

I look into your mind

to find hidden pain

I look into your soul

to find pouring rain

I see in your face

the need to be alone

I see in your actions

the fear of going home

I hear in your voice

the sound of a rising flood

I hear in your cry

the sound of boiling blood

All that hidden anger

locked inside your soul

has started to escape

and begun to take control

A storm has been released

and is raging through your mind

To scared to ask for help

in fear of what they'd find

Your world so safe and simple

has been totally blown apart

The road once warm and bright

is now suddenly cold and dark

Finally the storm blows out

and begins to fade away

The surface becomes calm

until another day.

 

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I see this world as meek and misunderstanding these times,following the wrong signs. Submissive souls doing as their told just because some politician man says so. Working for that pay with nothing left to say when yesterday feels just like today. Forced to avoid true joys of life as the politician won't let that go. Truth would disinigrate power if we were to know, the reason I don't support a vote. Structualized society to favor he and his kind, levels of life from low class to high. Stretching our wills to benefit his life, everyone fighting for the bigger piece of pie. His struggle is to control your mind, keep you down and legally blind. Endless materials, and economical times, where does it go when we all die? What does it mean when I hear people cry? Block the exterior and look what's inside. Ignore what he says and learn your life. The politician wants you to listen to his vision, at the same time cause confusion. Much easier to control us in this false illusion. Build!

 ing jails and religious institutions. Keeping us away from the real solution. Holding us in a state of division. So called preachers speaking of heaven and hell, separating you in your afterlife as well. I won't be fooled by these cults and religious mindspells. We must look for the signs and read between the lines, and never let them take control of our minds.

Steve Lozancic

WHAT IS THE TRUTH?

          by

    Loyd David Burt

 Systems of belief and worship

 Taught to me in my distant youth

 Shows that truth has it's religion

 And every religion has its truth.

 What is it we are to believe

 When science explodes each myth

 That a smidgen of the truth remains

 In the threads of each tallith?

 Does the truth run through the bible?

 Is there substance in these tales,

 Or have we been brainwashed with religion,

 Do we know where truth prevails?

 For each truth has it's religion

 And each religion has its truth.

 I believe in the Spirit that resides within me

 I believe in the Spirit of my youth.

 
Systems of belief or worship

 Have been with us since our time began,

 Introduced to control the people

 Despite man's inhumanity to man.

 For without such Spiritual deterrent

 Social structure would wilt and die.

 So if there's no truth in our religion,

 Is all religion, just one big lie?

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Ankan Dabral 
     

Autumn Walks While Silence Talks

Along the lane at moonset,

On early morning walks,

The moon is caught in a misty net.

It’s then that silence talks.

Soon sunlight casts its gentle rays

Upon the sagging wires,

And coats them with a golden glaze

That glistens and inspires.

They’re strung in tiers between stark poles

Like precious necklace strands

And adorn the day, which now unfolds,

Throughout these the sunlit lands.

PYRAMIDION

by Jameel Heath

Autumn on Earth,

Autumn of man,

Autumn to which my face gives birth,

capstone coming around the bend,

completeing the anchor that's stood so long,

we walk with torches to each chambers end,

a king has come to fill the tomb,

a mausoleum where no bones lie,

carried the light through ages of doom,

there! right there I see a womb,

hell is where we just past through,

when no one knew the false from true,

that mystery which feeds the Sun grew weak,

but now awakening continues to brew,

Followers of Horus built the great clock,

all that's left is to turn the lock,

rouse yourself shepherd and water the flock,

down the halls a riddle is written,

etched upon the timeless rock,

serpent bearer sits between two lines,

thus another must join the twelve great signs,

the three sets of four containing her,

upon bemused time this monument dines,

our seal shows what new Atlantis must be.

   

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The Hangover from Hell…

Can I tell you all a story?

It’s one I need to pass along.

It’s so damn unbelievable

It could be a country song

I was chilling in the backyard,

Drinking, soaking’ up some sun.

My workday had just ended

It was time to have some fun

I was listening to the radio

Dialed to station 103.

When I look across the patio

What do you think I see?

It's a furry little creature

That had climbed down from the tree.

He was wearing dark sunglasses

And he was headed straight at me

Now I know you'll say I'm crazy

But he had this soulful walk.

Not only was I seeing things

But the bug began to talk

He says” Excuse me there my man

Could ya cut down on the vibes?

I really need to get some rest

Cause I've got me fifteen wives"

With your radio a blastin’

I can't get me any sleep

Your music sounds like people screaming

It scared away the sheep

By this time I am not quite sure

Am I having a real bad dream?

Or is this some little alien

From a world where he’s supreme

When he thinks that I'm not listening

He climbs up on my chair

He says, "I see the lights are on

But is there anybody there”?

At this point I am stumped

And I'm not sure what to do

I thought that I'd seen everything

But this was something new

So are you going to turn it down?

Or must I call my friends

Its' at this point I realize

This has got to be pretend

I said, "Now look you little creature

Go climb back in your tree

Don't make me get up off this chair

Just leave, stop bugging me"

I'd hate to have to squish you

But I will so go away

You're taking up my party time

That's all I’ve got to say

I knew right then I'd pissed him off

Cause he set his glasses down

He rose up on his four back legs

And began to go to town

What happened next I'm not quite sure?

But I woke up in my bed

Had bruises up and down my side

And this pounding in my head.

My wife came in says "how you feel"

Like I been stuffed inside a trunk

Can you tell me what really happened here?

She said, "You fell down stinking drunk”

It’s not the first time I’ve felt that bad

It’s happened to me before

There’ve been times I can’t remember much

And times I’ve waken up on the floor

But it's the only time that I recall

Being happy to feel this bad

If I wasn’t drunk then that must mean

I got whopped by a bug gone mad

CIRCLING BACK AROUND

In time all these errors in judgment

will be judged accordingly as sin

and all the things you thought you got away with

are circling back around again

and you will pay heavily for all of them

for they will destroy you in the end

by dimensions concealed to the human eye

bringing disaster we can't even comprehend

Throughout our days as we multiplied

the light that we followed has faded

as we entered this reality stumbling

through our minds the senses were created

with hardships defiling the morals

unknowingly our souls have been traded

and as we walk into this blazing inferno

a purity will finally be reinstated