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In To An Old Memory

I slipped back into old memory
Felt sad and completely sorry
Even though I have everything
It made me sick for something

I looked at the window
Gentle wind tried to blow
It made me literally unmoved
All the memories are not that easily removed

You were entering with tea tray
As usual with happiness to stay
With me till I finished
You always smiled and wished

I never looked at you and appreciated
As if you were mp were related
You were suppose to serve and disappear
Not to utter a word or whisper

How cunning was I in dealing?
You were there for all kinds of healing
I stood for sturdy silence and concealing
I never thought it was unfair dealing

She waited whole life for my sweet word
A gesture in waiting but never looked backward
I gave in nothing much to her sincere effort
We never had loving contact with human rapport

She loved me till the end
But I show no attitude even like friend
I proved to be no good husband
It was hate type approach and trend

I wished now that I could have made some gesture
It was all neede4d for our comfortable and future
But nothing happened at all and she departed
I miss now her absence curse why at all she parted

Not all people might be lucky to have such a companion?
Who can stand for durable and honest union?
One must try to find out reasons and live honorably
Not to neglect whole life and fail her miserably

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Wished It

You neither came forward
Nor looked backward
To reassure me of sweet words
That was spoken in presence of lord

It was total surprise
But that did not cut much ice
I was well prepared
And almost dared

I wished it to happen
But not all of sudden
You were to come in open
Declare your resolve and assert it even

Oh, you did not look at me
As if I was bonded lover but let free
That I had all the options open
I could miss and go even

This attitude puzzled me even long before
You were unique and liked you therefore
You were to come and say nothing
Just to look at and assure for something

'Dear can you not speak word in my ears'? I whispered
I have waited to hear it for all these years, I murmured
You are still silent and remain unmoved
Your commitment to me is still not proved

I was shaken from half asleep stage
You just slipped near and managed
'My eyes are not closed to neglect' you finally said
You were heard saying 'It is my humble act'

It is not surprise but well thought over
Balance act and impregnable shield or cover
I was with you forever and would remain so
You venture into lovely world and surely go

If that was the love he intended
Why was I all the time offended?
I shamed and downed the eyes
What was I for all these years to ask why?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Each day is different

Every day is different
The change is apparent
Daily good messages are sent
New fragrance is felt like scent

Nothing is lost till it is occurred
Vision is till intact as it is not blurred
What we see is sometimes not correct
What we judge is sometimes not bad act

Yet some of the things take place in life
Couples refuse to live as husband and wife
It may not be glorious day but simply a doom’s day
Yet there may remain some chance to find a way

My dream could not stay with me till morning
It proved me a darkest hour in the evening
The night reminded me of some impending danger
I was to become lonely and a mere stranger

I shall be counting stars in night
Everything has gone wrong and nothing right
Well I am desperate but not broken
Some of things may do well if not spoken

I need to move from nervous breakdown
It should not take me to the step down
That may be saddest day if happened
I thought over it as situation hardened

I had strong sense of feeling
I could go to some more steps as willing
I may accommodate my beloved and companion
Even though it has resulted in disunion

I made the situation favorable with window little open
It was systematic calculation to bring here near even
Though she preferred to desert me for some calculation
I was not at all for severance of a relation

I made fatherly move
I tried my level best to remove
All the ill feelings of her mind
And gave a chance for her to find

Her home to be made a holy place
To come back and see her own face
What can be devastating effect in her absence?
To think of reality caused in her absence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Tears

tears roll down his checks
as he muttered the words “she’s dead”
I would have stopped
stared as if he was a ghost
and I would have thought
god it’s about time
but as I looked around to the people I loved something came over me
mom and dad were crying,
Ethan, Andy, and even john looked sad
here I was with a smile on my face
how dumb could I be not even act like I care
but the truth really is that I don’t give a shit
about if she had died or not
it’s better for us in the long run anyway
make everyone happier

I’m just a kid so what am I supposed to think when someone
that has made my life and my family’s life miserable
what am I suppose to fell when someone has made me hate coming “home”
what am I suppose to do when many of times I have wished her dead
what am I suppose to say to the person that made me believe I live in hell
am I suppose to lie

what would you do
what would you fell
what would you say
what would you think

I almost feel sorry for not feeling bad
but I don’t
I almost feel sorry for Steve
but yet again why should I care when his parents die
when he didn’t care when my dad died
I will admit there were a couple of minutes
where I felt like a bad person for not feeling bad
but it’s not worth my time
enough tears will be shed from her death
why should I need to contribute to the waterfall

a tear runs down my face
yes a tear
one single tear
yet no tears flow from my eyes
of sadness

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Nice to see you

"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine

I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended

I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things

She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future

How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled

You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed

It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence

You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try

As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality

I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold

People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My friend in mirror

I was shocked and almost remained frozen
When saw reflection in mirror with faces in dozens
All bore deserted look remained barren
It frightened me as if I had descended from foreign

I never found myself in fix
The faces were there as each of them were made as remix
All were representing one side of dark
As if black dogs around and ready to bark

I somehow succeeded here to mushroom and grow
I tried to live with great pomp and show
Had criminal back ground but managed to live with respect
People never looked at me with suspicion and took me as suspect

I preferred to remain isolation which was shrouded with mystery
All activities contrary to what it looked and created history
I earned great fame and people took me as hero for their cause
I too worked relentlessly by sparing full time without making pause

You get such mastery from no where
You have to adopt double standard here
It is considered as great art of living,
There is perfection in approach and required great skill in deceiving

You work for no cause and still receive the honor
Falsehood spread and prevailed and has finest hour
Even if it is not projected in a manner it should have been
People will take it as good will gesture and be very keen

This fact was almost hidden and not made known to public
I was drunkard, debauch liar and pure alcoholic
Lying absolutely low in public life and pretended very humble
When time came for action almost proved and was capable?

After all we are human beings and lead life in dubious manner
It has never come before and exposed to powerful scanner,
I wished it to go on unchecked without being noticed
I will have to reply self first, before being deceived

Before tide is in disfavor and turns against completely?
Let us wake up and at least make some mends lately
It is inner lust and thirst. Which prevents us from acknowledging?
We must respond to the call before being caught and from reneging

One must stand daily in fort of mirror, introspect and ask?
Is he really doing worth or performing the task?
What does he suppose to carry out on and what not?
He will have an answer before being caught

I am not at all worried but still look perturbed,
I feel guilty from within and get easily disturbed,
It is part of life but one has to feel contended
I may work unwillingly but support has to be extended

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Enchanted Wood (Part 3)

As the door opened, he could see
the room was filled with people.
They looked at him as he entered
everyone smiled saying good evening.
He was ushered to the top of the table
and seated beside a beautiful young woman.
Her smile radiated the room
with light and warmth.
“Hello, you must be Lord Charles
my husband to be.
I am Princess Juliet.”
Her voice flowed through him
like a river of tranquillity.

At first, he was not sure
just what to say to her.
He stumbled over his words
and it made her laugh.
Suddenly he was at ease
and it seemed they were
the only two in the room
and when he looked around,
they were the only two
everyone else had disappeared.
As they chatted he felt at home,
a home he could only have wished for.

They ate and talked
and when they had finished
the food and the dishes disappeared.
Suddenly as if by magic,
an orchestra began playing.
They got up and danced
and danced and danced
into the late evening.
They then took a stroll
into the garden in the moonlight,
walking arm in arm.
They stopped briefly,
where he stole a kiss.

As he awoke the next morning,
he could not remember much
of the night before
only that he had met his princess
and had a wonderful time.
“I am your clothes for today.”
He looked around as the clothes
suddenly threw themselves at him
and suddenly he was dressed.
“I see you are ready M’ Lord.”
“Ready for what? ”
“Your wedding M’ Lord.”

He followed the tall man
down the stairs
and out into the courtyard
where a carriage pulled by six white horses
stood waited for him.
He stopped and looked around
apart from the crowds of people
white doves danced
pirouettes in the sky.
They looked golden
as the sun painted them
with its warming rays.
Flags and pennants of different colours
hung out from everywhere.

From the Cathedral, church bells filled the air
as the carriage moved slowly
along the cobble stone streets
lined with people either side.
He sat and waved at them
through the window of the carriage
as the procession passed.
Within a few minutes,
they arrived at the great city Cathedral.
As he stepped from the carriage,
there seemed a party atmosphere everywhere.

Entering the Cathedral
the serine voices of the choir
rose up to the rafters
as the Cathedral bells
could be heard across the hamlets.
The pews were filled
from front to back.
He stood at the alter
waiting for his bride to be.
He felt that this must be all a dream
and in a moment, he would awake
back to the harsh realities of his life.
Then the organ announced of the brides arrival.

To be concluded

18-19 April 2011

poem by David Harris
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Hot Chocolate

Sitting in the coffeeshop
Looking for my friend
People lining up
Awaiting warm service on a cold day

Amidst the que a four year old
Busily waiting by mom
Chill air from the door cooling him
And all the others around

I saw him take a look at me
And turned to see my friend
When I looked back toward the boy
He was looking at me again

Probably needing attention
Ignored along the line
A grandfatherly smile and gesture made
I hoped it would make him fine

He looked again and spoke out loud:
HOT CHOCOLATE he said to me
Taken aback and slow to connect
I thought 'Yes, Yes, I see'

Friendly support to give
Thumbs up I sent for free
He looked with great approval
And thumbs up he sent to me

A message accross generations
And various strangers too
Saying the words HOT CHOCOLATE
Will very kindly do

poem by Ray Andrews
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Loving You Is Sweeter Than Ever

I remember yet before we met
When every night and day
I had to live the life of a lonely one.
And I remember meeting you,
Discovering love could be so true
When shared by two, 'stead of only one.
When you said you loved me
We could not be parted.
Said, I built my world around you
And I'm truly glad I found you
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Each night I pray we'll never part
Because the love within my heart
Grows stronger from day to day.
Best I try, hard I try
To reassure and satisfy.
You know I'd be lost if you went away.
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, I know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Don't you know my baby there.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.

song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Am unable to understand

Unseen should be seen
I am eager and keen
So far where have you been?
You are symbol of queen

I have adored and admired
I feel exhausted and tired
An end of road seems difficult
Despite earnest efforts still no result

I tried o probe your mind
I failed to understand and find
You were there symbol of love and very kind
You were unsure yourself and did rescind

You loved to be seen around
The joy and happiness always found
It perfectly matched and looked sound
It was gaining momentum and held the ground

All of sudden you preferred to disappear
Left me alone to live with agony and to bear
I wished some sweet words from her to hear
She stood all the times to me very dear

That did not happen as miracle
It was difficult moment or cycle
I couldn’t guess or believe
It added to tension but not relieved

It gave me little insight to guess
She appeared very beautiful in dress
She stood as symbol of love and peace
I had no control over feelings to release

It is saddest ever unforgettable moment
I was not in position to comment
The air too stopped its cool movement
I stood motionless to offer any vent

Love is inseparable part of life and must stay
It must rule over heart and have clear say
No one can or must break it for any reason
It is sign of good human and as nice person

I was for sure that it may find suitable answer
Not all may be lucky to enjoy it however
I had no reservation to seek few favor
It was her choice to show discomfort and disfavor

She had preference and own reason to remain in oblivion
It was my turn now to go back seek place in pavilion
The race was over and result was openly known
It was well judged move and decision of her own

The love birds fly together to find new nests to seek refuge
They may lay eggs and allow no one to come near by or refuse
It is strong zeal to stay together for any times to come
Life is to be spent in happiness when they come back home

I don’t want to think about the mystery that how it did take place
I had unbearable pain that no body could take it away or replace
I may have to suffer it whole life with not a single word to utter
I will have to keep it in strong heart wall and the shutter

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Loving You Is Sweeter Than Ever

by Stevie Wonder and Ivy Jo Hunter
I remember yet before we met
When every night and day
I had to live the life of a lonely one.
And I remember meeting you,
Discovering love could be so true
When shared by two, 'stead of only one.
When you said you loved me
We could not be parted.
Said, I built my world around you
And I'm truly glad I found you
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Each night I pray we'll never part
Because the love within my heart
Grows stronger from day to day.
Best I try, hard I try
To reassure and satisfy.
You know I'd be lost if you went away.
Chorus
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, I know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Chorus
Because loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
I never felt so good before.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Yes it has, you know it has.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.
Don't you know my baby there.
Loving you has made my life sweeter than ever.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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It Takes An Absence

It takes an absence felt,
For many people to realize...
What and who in their lives,
Had provided them with a significance.

It takes an absence for an awakening to occur,
To stir up priorities with a reviewing...
Of what had topped their most wished list.
With a doing when one finally gets around to it.

It takes an absence missed with a remorse that sits,
For the ones who had been taken for granted...
Now 'suddenly' appreciated for their contributions made.
Those who never mentioned,
Requests to receive an attention to them given.

And it takes an absence with attempts to replace,
A void that appears one no longer can face...
To fill a vacuum that had been once shared and enjoyed,
By those who frequently were thought to have annoyed.

Yes an absence teaches those lessons learned,
Thought by some to be preached when comments made...
Were believed to leave some ears to burn.
To remind the receiver what they have sometimes was given,
And not by them earned as believed.

It takes an absence missed when reminiscing...
Those perceived could be easily dismissed.
And absences that are often missed,
Are those wished could be returned with more thoughtfulness!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You are excellent

You are excellent
Now and at present
Doing best and at the height
A place for person to be always right

I can only wish success
When you have given me full access
I can whistle or blow on your each step
As it is for all those, who wished you bad, as slap

Neither wind can unseat you nor the heavy rain
As you have suffered a lot and struggled with pain
Now you are on top of the ladder
Only honest and sincere man for you can be the bidder

You can look back with peace
Life is relatively calm and at ease
I present rose with all the wishes
Life may witness now glorious finish

Glory blinds but must be dealt with
Tongue must not come out from block teeth
It shows then arrogance and stupidity
Clearly undermining the ability

You must drive constantly
Find solution instantly
It is vigorous approach and 'do or die' effort
That shall build good name with rapport

Steps are advanced with cautious move
There is no room for confusion and if any must be removed
Name and fame does not come that easily
You must be awaiting for it and accept readily

No ripe fruit may fall in your mouth
Until you make move in direction use the tooth
Tear apart its cover and squeeze the juice
No test will be experienced for more to induce

I for one stand for constant drive
It is the only way to survive
Many a times we have to compromise
Fulfill the obligation with tall promises

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A many solutions

I may term it memorable
What I thought about her was quite deplorable
She was bound by some compulsions
her desertion was completely ruled out of question

She was quite at ease and offered many solutions
she had full commitments with full resolutions
it was her sincere effort to make it through
it was realized by me lately too

We may stay together in day
discuss it freely to find the way
she has nothing offer as condition
she never provoked me with ignition

i decided to fall in line
it thought it may be very fine
after all we have to to make it reality
it has o be finished with all the nicety

I was so much attached
it was troubling me a lot for the fear of being detached
one day absence of her was making me nervous
The mad love had made me so much famous

I used to enjoy lonely nights
she may come in dream and offer the fight
she may tease and threaten me to leave at once
I was made to worry often since

She may make me passionate
with all the promises and stories to narrate
she was leaving no point behind to hate
I had problem of grasping it late

She was proving very smart
this was th nice beginning from the start
she had kept her word till the last
I failed to impress her very fast

The woman is specially inclined to believe
the acceptance of harsh words just to relieve
this is greatest quality any female may have
it is agreed and believed to show courtesy and behave

you can't touch the depth of soul
if you have game plan to play with foul
it may not take you very far
you will be exposed and termed as liar

Generally speaking it is not sex oriented
love with friendship is consented
it may end in fiasco with complete failure
it is therefore necessary to make it sure

I am human being and no more exception
the sex has been there from very conception
it is natural to feel for true companion
you may need solid company even if you are a world champion

Though i used to remain little serious
she may speak in funny way almost continuous
I may sometime get confusion over her innocence
but I felt source of strength in her presence

I don't know what is logic behind
there remains some reasons to find
it may vary from person to person
I have no idea to doubt it with reasons

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All of a sudden

I do not know
What happened today?
All of a sudden
She walked away
Without greeting me
With her sweet smile
Did not reply
When I wished her
Didn’t take my hand
In her hand
She looked
Worried and disturbed
Didn’t utter a single word
Simply gestured
She was going away
There was
Something wrong
I could guess
She left me thinking
In a lurch
Smile on my face
Changed into gloom
It cannot come back
Till I do not see her
Happy and smiling
Again
07-02-2012
119-30-02-12

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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A Double

Everyone has a double
at least that is what they say.
I am beginning to believe it
after what happened yesterday.
My wife and I went shopping
and to the checkout, we went.
Then I stopped and felt hesitant,
the cashier, a young girl looked familiar,
but it couldn’t be,
for who she looked like lived thousands of miles away.
Everything about her
from the style of her hair
and the glasses she wore,
even the way she smiled
looked the spitting image of a friend I speak to on the internet.
The resemblance was uncanny
and I almost called her by friends name.
She made me take a second glance
to make sure.
I know it wasn’t my friend who lives in America,
she was younger than she,
but she certainly looked like her.
When they say now everyone has a double,
here is one now that believes.

19 November 2008

poem by David Harris
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The Mad Gardener's Song

He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realise,' he said,
The bitterness of Life!'

He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
'Unless you leave this house,' he said,
'I'll send for the Police!'

He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak!'

He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
'If this should stay to dine,' he said,
'There won't be much for us!'

He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
'Were I to swallow this,' he said,
'I should be very ill!'

He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!'

He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp:
He looked again, and found it was
A Penny-Postage Stamp.
'You'd best be getting home,' he said:
'The nights are very damp!'

He thought he saw a Garden-Door
That opened with a key:
He looked again, and found it was
A Double Rule of Three:
'And all its mystery,' he said,
'Is clear as day to me!'

He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
'A fact so dread,' he faintly said,
'Extinguishes all hope!'

poem by Lewis Carroll
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First Day I Met You

When I first met you I was a homeless boy until I settled in you heart
My love was locked until you gave me the key
My feelings of any other girl easily washed
Away but just one dropp of your love stained in me
I miss you even when your next to me because I know that
Your going to live me by the end of the day
We have different races but same love
Different faces but same expression
You don't need to emphasis your love to me
Because I love it just the way it is my lips used to be
Hard as rock until you gave me those kisses that made them soft as pork

When I first met you I thought I had already known you
I felt like we have lived a life together but no we just had a
Dream together when I first looked into your eyes I saw
Our future as I looked closer I saw our family living happily
I make you smile every time I gaze into your eyes and you make me
Smile every time you gaze into mine we are still cooking up
Our feature though we already have the recipe which is love forever
We don't need to taste it to see if its good because we can already smell
Our eternal love
I NOTICED ALL THIS ON THE FIRST DAY I MET YOU

poem by Atlay Mwenifumbo
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A Southern Gospel...

he carefully pried at the screen
with his pocketknife... laying low
against the building, almost dissolving
in the shadows.
the probing lights of cars passing saw
nothing, no sign of life.
slowly, without sound, he removed the
screen.... pushing the window up just
enough, he pulled himself up and through
the window like a snake.
it was some kind of office at the back of
the church. he waited a minute for his
eyes to adjust. his body hurt, even his
soul hurt! every breath cut like a knife.
making his way to the door, he slipped
out into the hall. the silence was deafening.
on down the hall to the sanctuary... opening
the double doors, he made his way into the tomb!

waves of stillness.... and the smells...
redemption, morality, and sin... delicious,
tortured sin...
he slipped onto a bare wooden pew, and
the memories flooded back....
angels, demons, right and wrong defined
on chalkboards by hands that couldnt have
been human!
scriptures beaten against the mind... pictures
of a life he'd never quite found!
he took a deep breath, and winced... thought
of the hymns. peace everafter, always some
distant shore. yet they're often been a strange
sense of healing there.
he touched the offering plates, and shook his head.
the nickels and dimes of salvation, the cost of the
soul.
standing up, he made his way to the altar... and
fell in a heap to the floor...
agonizing, he looked up to see moonlight pouring
through the stained glass window... lighting the
face of Jesus, hanging on the cross...
the cold floor seemed to clutch at his heart...
his mind opened, and the waves rolled in.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Looked At You

i looked at you,
and saw the fugitive
in my mirror.
i looked at me,
and saw the child in you.
i looked at God,
and saw the stranger waiting.
i looked at the stranger,
and saw my brother in need.
i looked at freedom,
and saw the bars of the cell.
i looked at the bars,
and saw my spirit walk free.
i looked at anger,
and saw forgiveness waiting.
i looked at forgiveness,
and saw the hands of love.
i looked at my body,
and saw the bird leaving the nest.
i looked at the nest,
and saw a world made of straw.
i looked at today,
and saw the scars of yesterday.
i looked at yesterday,
and saw the dawning of tomorrow.
i looked at the seed,
and saw the plant in fullness.
i looked at fullness,
and saw emptiness the seed.
i looked at you...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mystery Child

as i walked through the hospital corridors
i saw this child coming towards ne
her head was shaven and very red.
she looked up and smiled at me
and made my heart skip a beat.

in a voice so soft that i could hardly hear
she wished me joy and good cheer.
i knew right from the start
that this child had a loving heart.

for even though she was in pain
from everything that she had gone through
and it was hard for her to walk
she stopped and smiled and started to talk.

she was born with a sickness at birth
and was daily fighting for her life.
but she had such faith in god above
that she would be alright
and knew that she had to fight.
this battle that they said she could not win
but to her -giving up was a sin.

i started to choke up inside and the tears started to roll
from my eyes.she gently wiped away my tears.
and whispered gently in my ear.

if only the world could see and feel what i have
locked up inside-that god has given me
there would be peace and harmony.

for the lord has shown me what is on the other side when i die
but! i will be here for a very long time.
for there are many hearts i've yet to touch
before i am taken away.
and true love will forever stay.

i started to choke up again, and when i looked up again she was gone.

till this day i ask myself who could this child have been?
that put faith back in my heart and showed me
the unconditional love from god above.

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poem by Louis Rams
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