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History knows no resting places and no plateaus.

quote by Henry Kissinger
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Let me keep watch

Let me keep watch
Over your body when
You are resting in peace.
Let me sacrifice
My meditation to you
When you are resting in peace
Let me protect your body
From rotting
When you are resting in peace.
Let me protect your memories
And dreamless dreams
When you are resting in peace.
Let me plant a fruit tree
Above you that I may still eat
When you are resting in peace.
Let me storm the gates of heaven
When you are resting in peace.
Let me give you oblation
Of our experience
When you are resting in peace.
Let me breathe for you
When you are resting in peace.
Let me douse the fires of hell
When you are resting in peace.
Let me glorify your name
When you are resting in peace.
Let me be your counterpoint
When you are resting in peace.
Let me overcome the light
When you are resting in peace.
Let me touch your organs
When you are resting in peace.
Let me drink your water
When you are resting in peace.
Let me describe your bones
When you are resting in peace.
Let me dream your dreams
When you are resting in peace.

poem by David E. Patton
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Life Is ~ The Stones Under My Feet

Life is the stones under my feet
All the places I've walked
All the places I haven't
They say something about who I am
The pebbles that I pick up to toss in the ocean
The boulders I've sat on
The skipping stones I throw across the lake
Gravel and sand
And cobblestone streets
Places with history
Places where history is about to be written
And what it has to say for my history
All those stones that I've crunched
Under my boots
Or sandals
Or sneakers
Or just my bare feet
Walking carefully
And there occasionally is a piece of glass
When I cut myself I bleed
But I heal in the end
Then I get up to walk on more stones
Because life is where you choose to walk
And where you don't

poem by Indigo Rosedragon
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Black History Month

In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.

But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!

Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...

*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offbeat

Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Doing what it should.
With a doing that it could be...
Offbeat,
But a rhythm keeps...
Offbeat.

Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Doing what it should.
With a doing that it could be...
Offbeat,
But a rhythm keeps.

Unblocked or not stopped to do,
A patting of one's feet to...
Seal them in their seats.
And,
This is...
Offbeat.

Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Seeking to reach plateaus...
Offbeat.

Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Doing what it should.
With a doing that it could be...
Offbeat,
But a rhythm keeps...
Offbeat.

Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Doing what it should.
With a doing that it could be...
Offbeat,
But a rhythm keeps...
Seeking to reach plateaus.
Offbeat.
But a rhythm keeps,
Seeking to reach plateaus...
Offbeat.
But a rhythm keeps.

Offbeat but a rhythm keeps,
Doing what it should.
With a doing that it could be...
Offbeat,
But a rhythm keeps,
Seeking to reach plateaus...
Offbeat.
But a rhythm keeps,
Seeking to reach plateaus...
Offbeat.
But a rhythm keeps.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn. Maybe that's enlightenment enough — to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom, at least for me, means realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.

quote by Anthony Bourdain
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There are some cities that I did take time out to study, 'cause I love history and one of them was Boston, and of course Rome and all of those places like that. But, in Syracuse or Rochester, or any of those places, no.

quote by Connie Francis
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History Maker

History maker World shaker it’s what I wanna be
Going places seeing faces making history

Stepping out not afraid coming up against the enemy
History maker world shaker that’s what I wanna be

Get up and go-there is trouble everywhere
Finding solutions to our problems is so very rare

No more talking cause all the talking’s done
History maker world shaker I already have begun

Stand up for right I am in a fight
Trying with all my might to free them from their plight

History maker world shaker that’s what I want to be
Helping people change, changing history

But I can’t do it alone I need someone
To help me do the job and get it done

Become a history maker starting here today
Be a world shaker follow me I will show the way

Copy Right HN Brown 31 January 2009

poem by Henry Brown
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Wittenoom

With a dozen flowers
I take a walk to Wittenoom
And I can only wonder what you all had

History is just waiting to fill my mind
History is waiting somewhere to tell me of your kind

I go to the top of the hill
While looking down at the ones that have served their time
The flowers fall freely from my arms and hands
Letting them fall across the land
With the help of the wind
To the resting place of you all

poem by Justin Gildow
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History why do we care

History
a famous person dies
History
a war rages
History
a new invention
History
a building opens
History
what happens if something happens to me
is that history?
no....
So why do we care.....

poem by Andrea Thepoet
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Sound Like A Melody

it's a trick of my mind
to faces bathing in the screenlight
she's so soft and warm in my arms
i tune it into the scene
my hand are resting on her shoulders
when we're dancing away for a while
oh, we're moving, we're falling, we step into the fire
by the hour of the wolf in a midnight dream
there's no reason to hurry, just start that brand new story
set it alight, we're head over heels in love
head over heels
the ringing of your laughter it sounds like a melody
to once forbidden places we'll go for a while
it's the definite show
our shadows resting in the moonlight
it's so clear and bright in your eyes
it's the touch of your sighs
my lips are resting on your shoulder
when we're moving so soft and slow
we need the extasy, the jelousy, the comedy of love
like the cary grants and kellys once before
give me more tragedy, more harmony and phantasy, my love
and set it alight, just starting that satellite
set it alight

song performed by by Alphaville
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Sounds Like A Melody

Alphaville:
Sounds like a melody
Its a trick of my mind
To faces bathing in the screenlight
Shes so soft and warm in my arms
I tune it into the scene
My hand are resting on her shoulders
When were dancing away for a while
Oh, were moving, were falling, we step into the fire
By the hour of the wolf in a midnight dream
Theres no reason to hurry, just start that brand new story
Set it alight, were head over heels in love
Head over heels
The ringing of your laughter it sounds like a melody
To once forbidden places well go for a while
Its the definite show
Our shadows resting in the moonlight
Its so clear and bright in your eyes
Its the touch of your sighs
My lips are resting on your shoulder
When were moving so soft and slow
We need the extasy, the jelousy, the comedy of love
Like the cary grants and kellys once before
Give me more tragedy, more harmony and phantasy, my ***d e a r***
And set it alight, just starting that satellite
Set it alight

song performed by by Alphaville
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Soul Dance

I will dance with you

It will be the dance of my soul
I will be open and honest
Show you my inner being
I will trust you

Take you to places in my soul that have been broken and restored
Places that cause pain and healing
Places that have hated and loved
Places I have forgotten and remembered
Places I have not visited in a long time and places I go every day

I will dance with you the dance of my soul

And feel your soul dance with mine to those same places in yours

poem by Mandi Ducroq
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We Affect Forever

We are making history, through every day we spend.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark that will not end.
Others before have left behind this world we now obtain.
Though it’s changed since way back when, the old shall always remain.
History is how we got here, history is who we are.
History is what led to this, yes history is not far.
It remains within our families, its tradition and unchanging ways.
It’s Christmas day, Thanksgiving, its countless nights and days.
History is what you’re becoming; it’s what you are soon to be.
And history never dies; it’s a part of everybody.
We fight to maintain who we are, to maintain who we’ve always been.
And while we fight we know this fight is not easy to win.
Many forget the past, and many never even know,
Many people never hear of how times were long ago.
Those thousands of years before us, are more than just time spent.
They are filled with real people, real feelings, and real places that they went.
The People had different life styles very different from our ways,
But it is true that there is nothing knew under the sun’s golden rays.
Stand proud to be alive, know you affect forever.
Every act that we commit we all commit together.
We are entrusted with this earth; we must love and cherish this life.
We must remember to love our existence lest love becomes our strife.
Yes we are becoming history, through every move we make.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark ……or perhaps a mistake.

poem by Mary Murphy
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History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.

quote by Carl Sandburg
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If you always put limit on everything you do, physical or anything else. It will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.

quote by Bruce Lee
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Travel With Bambi

Travel with Bambi

I was going to Seville, it’s not far an hour`s drive- I live
in the south of Portugal- had no one to look after my dog
she came along too. It was winter she sat inside the car
resting when I walked into galleries looking at paintings
visiting churches, yet keenly aware of her left in the car.

Guiltily bought a roasted chicken with chips, she ate it all
but what she really wanted was to go for a long walk.
Walked we did through roads no one knew existed, empty
houses broken down walls what history they held; the dog
was quiet but her little tail wagged.

We saw rats, cats and stray dogs which she quickly put
in their places; finely she was tired, I had lost my way let
her lead the way back to the car, where she curled up in
the back and snored. It was late I was hungry but could
only find a grotty pizza parlour still open.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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The History Teacher

Woman!

Where exactly
Did you put me
In the women's history?

Am I History?
Or a part of it?

And for how long you are lacking me in;
Between
Your History,
Women's History, and
Your archives?

Does time make sense to you
As a History teacher or
As a History professor?

Cause', History, buying time, and rejuvenation
Are for emperors.

Are you making me
An emperor?

Or a Faeroe?
If so,
How precise your are?

And if you can't feel my present presence
how possibility could you feel me through your archives?

poem by Atef Ayadi
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Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep.

quote by Ludwig Wittgenstein
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haiku~ resting

resting in the snow
country cottage blowing smoke
a cozy fireplace

haiku by Marius Alexandru (February 2020)
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