One is given for the glory of cause, And other a promise to keep the vows One is presented for faith and honour, To prove loyalty to them one owes The other a symbol of peace and affection, Whom we love, an expression to those This is a victory with smile and care, The other with wounds, guns and bows Warmth of both is crucial to life, Death came when either froze Strange that same is hue of bravery and beauty Both are cr...
She hides herself away scared hoping wanting someone, anyone to care enough to come and look for her and offer her a hand. She waits minutes turn to hours which turn to months and years. She sees life passing her by and she feels sad and even more alone. Then one day a stranger appears someone who looks familiar but not some how Without saying anything, they sit and wait. Finally after about 15 minutes the stranger asks,...
The world is full, Of good and bad, Joy and happiness, And misery so sad, When all is hale, We're so glad, When woe prevails, Grief is ironclad. Old and worn, Seems to creak, Smiles can’t hide, How hoary and weak, Agony pounding, Inducing shrieks, Time passes slowly, The future is bleak.They did not want, To take this course,With every movement, It would force, Pain and anguish, Their voice was hoarse, Steps must be taken...
I opened my front door, stepping out of the dusky apartment block hallway into my lounge room, and saw the answering machine flashing wildly. Ten messages. I felt a moment of dread as I wondered how many of the messages were from her. I pressed play... "Jane, where are you? I know you may have a migraine and all, but I need to speak to you." "Jane, this isn't funny." "Jane, I think you're just being selfish." The other se...
It was the beginning of the end, and days passed by like a blur. I hardly remembered what happened during the day, but every detail of each night for the past two weeks etched my mind. Strict enforcement of the curfew caused a problem with us meeting in the clearing the first few nights. After Dr. Hyde tracked their movements, we figured out how to get around them. It was like clockwork now, and everything fell into place...
It's raining again.The drops fall like brittle, cold flecks of ice.On the porch I watchas the puddles overflow.The weather reflects my mood.Dreary.The shadowing clouds abovelet me know the rainwon't let up.It never does. Seems likeit's been raining my whole life.The weather reflects my future.Bleak.I like the rain.It makes us even.It falls on everyone.If you're in its way, you get wet.Way it should be.The weather reflects...
My heroes do not throw the javelin through space to land beyond the farthest line, nor do they race the country roads in record time, or lead their soldiers over battlefields and bring home bloody heads like cabbages, or do they stand on steps with voices that could wake the dead and promise they can make our pillows soft again. Not them. My heroes are the ones who plant their garlic for the coming year and make their com...
Our crime was anarchy. Ignoring laws, building fires, blocking streets, shouting, “NO! NO! in the market place. We climbed their walls, threw stones at their houses, sat at their gates and would not budge our hearts and minds. Again and again their soldiers came to drag us by our hair to dungeons, but could not keep us there. We were their sons and daughters, but had no homes. We could not pledge allegiance to their flag,...
Our river was a miracle,(which one is not).It came to us because of thirst.It came because our land was crackedand brown and barren as the desert.It came because we needed her,that’s our belief,foolish as it sounds.I told my friends the taleabout the River Godsearching for his daughterand how he lifted up his rodin gratitude for telling himhow I saw Zeus stealing her,how I defied the great god’s warning not to tell a soul...
If I let go this rock would crush my bones and end this punishment. The gods who put me here think they have control but do not know that they have none. I keep this stone alive and make it more than stone. I shove and keep up this momentum to know another day of work. I choose to take another step and keep this weight against my chest, my ribs, my arms, my neck, the effort of my legs, my breath. my bulging veins, and yes...
Is love polite and sometimes shyDoes love sit tight yet sometimes cryDoes love ever own the right to lieIs love allowed to wonder whyIs love far off or close and nearCan there be times when love knows fearIs there love in your heartWhen there’s none in your tearsCan love be sold or let to singDoes love survive most every thingCan love feel hurt and can it hideWhere does love go when it’s deniedBack to its heart, way deep...
