Stones Whisper Beware Tsunamis
centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
warn of sudden dangers of tsunamis
busy lives generations later forget not
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Legend Fable
centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
hundreds of tsunami warning stone markers
fabled tsunami waves devouring land lives
devastation legendary loss dwarfs memories
scale wave force shadow outruns warnings
witness awareness realities lost in three generations
generation enduring disaster becomes aged survivors
experience memory disaster to their children passes
experience more distant to their grandchildren passes
three generations fades forgotten from living memories
experience reality legend myth fable forget
three generations till people warnings forget
community crucial knowledge people forget
busy with lives love jobs experiences people forget
all except wise souls tsunami warnings heeding forget
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ancient Wisdom Based Upon Bitter Truth
ancient wisdom applied is often based
upon bitter truth law of hard knocks
wisdom over centuries hard learned
ancient lore of origin geographic locations
centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
hundreds of tsunami warning stone markers
warnings some 600 years old age dot coastlines
love warnings in Japanese tested stone markers
wisdom carved warnings whisper beware waves
collective earthquake tsunami warning systems
survival warning system for all who will listen
over centuries survival formula Japanese proven
long coasts along Japanese major fault lines
are repeated target of earthquakes tsunamis
'If an earthquake comes, beware of tsunamis'
flee immediately after danger earthquakes
in some places survival is a matter of minutes
people who tarried perished did not escape
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Experience Reality Legend Fable
experience is life real raw felt first hand
individually family community endured
wounds physical emotional are mourned
disaster horrific impact wounds seasoned
salt tears shed bitter loss stuns afflicted
experience witnessed is etched into landscapes
experience witnessed stretches to far horizons
disasters holocaust plague beyond comprehensions
acceptances tolerances tested beyond pain thresholds
normality security shelter food resources possessions
centuries-old stand carved stone tablets
hundreds of tsunami warning stone markers
fabled tsunami waves devouring land lives
devastation legendary loss dwarfs memories
scale wave force shadow outruns warnings
witness awareness realities lost in three generations
generation enduring disaster becomes aged survivors
experience memory disaster to their children passes
experience more distant to their grandchildren passes
three generations fades forgotten from living memories
experience reality legend myth fable forget
three generations till people warnings forget
community crucial knowledge people forget
busy with lives love jobs experiences people forget
all except wise souls tsunami warnings heeding forget
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ancient Tsunami Warning Tablet Stones
large stones centuries old still stand on hillsides
with carved letters wise wisdom as messages
messages of love warnings carved into surfaces
patiently warning their aged witness surfaces
forgotten among young trees ancient tsunamis
warning stones stand warning across centuries
earthquake tsunamis will strike in swift waves
modern Japan heed our ancient wise warnings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stone Whispers Tsunami Warnings Centuries Passings
in Aneyoshi
ancient tsunami warning
tablet stones
stand warning
across centuries
earthquake tsunamis
will strike
in swift shock waves
Yuto Kimura heard
soft whispers
wise carved sacred
warning words
stone whispers
tsunami warnings
centuries passings
in Aneyoshi
everybody knew heard
about stone markers
children studied
earthquakes tsunamis
warnings
in honoured school
villagers guided
visitors to markers
wise warnings
near their homes
in Aneyoshi
when the tsunami
comes mothers
take their children
from honoured school
whole village climbs
to higher grounds
flees risk earthquakes
flees to safe grounds
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One Stone Marker Of Ancient Legend
in the coastal city of Kesennuma
one stone marker of ancient legend
warned of tsunami danger fables
'Always be prepared for unexpected tsunamis.
Choose life over your possessions and valuables.'
generations believe not unseen with own eyes
Tetsuko Takahashi seventy safe in her family
hillside house watched from her front
window fate of neighbours who had ignored
carved in stone tsunami wave warnings
Tetsuko Takahashi saw a ship swept
like a lost toy a half-mile helpless inland
crushing in path buildings family homes
her family lived in Kesennuma for generations
devastation now seen her legend eyes record
those people that experienced previous most
powerful tsunami countless years ago died
stone tsunami marker silently whisper warns
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love Warning Carved In Wise Stone
in quiet wise hamlet of Aneyoshi
in Iwate Prefecture northern Japan
a centuries-old stone tablet stands
warns of danger of tsunami waves
a single centuries-old tablet message
a love warning carved in old stout stone
a blessing bestowed on all descendants
a blessing outlasting survivor memories
'High dwellings are the peace
and harmony of our descendants, '
'Remember the calamity
of the great tsunamis.
Do not build any homes
below this point.'
advice blessed dozen plus wise households
of Aneyoshi ancestor descendants heeded
their homes all high built emerged unscathed
a disaster safe huge wave in swept flattened
all low-lying communities elsewhere killed
thousands along Japan's northeastern shore
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stones Whisper Tsunami Warnings
cool breeze soft whispers
wise carved sacred words
in ancient spirit tsunamis
marker warning stones
whisper in hot sunshine
heated days summer passing
whisper in ice cold breezes
winter snows seasons passing
whisper in ears of farmers
whisper in ears of artisans
whisper in ears of descendants
whisper in ears of samurai
earthquakes tsunamis
haunt over centuries
flee risk earthquakes
flee to safe mountains
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Trusting In Protective Modern Sea Walls
modern Japan trusting in God science
trusting in protective modern sea walls
but modern sea walls too low are built
built to height of smaller 1960 tsunami
walls failed to protect new coastal towns
in Japan's destructive recent huge tsunami
sweeping way communities once built right
to sea water's edge trusting in sea walls built
designed built after deadly small 1960 tsunami
ignoring hundreds of ancient tsunami markers
stone tsunami warnings hundreds dot coastline
'If an earthquake comes, beware of tsunamis'
modern Japan this time heed ancient wisdom
ancestors in earlier generations left warnings
'Octopus Grounds' are places sea life washed
up by tsunami gives warnings naming temples
after powerful tsunami waves gives warnings
stone markers warned of danger to coastal lives
'Always be prepared for unexpected tsunamis.
Choose life over your possessions and valuables.'
people trusting in protective modern sea walls
did not listen after earthquake people went back
to their homes to collect valuables all got caught
in choosing possessions riches lives were lost
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Only Fools
The beacon light
stretches out from the shore
to warn passing ships
of the dangers
that are lurking
hidden from their view
Now with everything
we need a beacon light
to help show us
the safest way through.
Love is like a minefield
one false step and then we are through.
Only fools do not take heed
of dangers they cannot see.
They rush head on into things
regardless of the dangers lurking there.
They feel they have charmed lives,
that nothing can hurt them there.
How many fools,
have we seen,
with broken hearts
littered everywhere,
and being fools they are,
they do not really care.
Others tread a wearier path,
ensuring it’s on solid ground.
However, that does no guarantees
to them love will ever be found.
I’d rather be the fool,
and see love everywhere.
8 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU (Isaiah 49: 14-16)
I will never forget you,
My people
I have carved you
on the palm of My hand
I will never forget you
I will not leave you orphan
I will never forget My own
Does a mother forget her baby,
or a woman the child
within her womb?
Yet even if these forget,
yes even if these forget,
I will never forget My own
I will never forget you,
My people
I have carved you
on the palm of My hand
I will never forget you
I will not leave you orphan
I will never forget you,
My people
I have carved you
on the palm of My hand
I will never forget you
I will not leave you orphan
I will never forget My own
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Ringfinger
Well youve got me working so heard lately.
Working my hands until they bleed.
If I was twice the man I could be.
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
Anything you ask you know Ill do.
But this one act of consecration is what I ask of you
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
You just left me nailed here.
Hanging like jesus on the cross.
Ill be dying for your sins.
And aiding to the cause.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Wrap my eyes in bandages.
Confessions I see through.
I get everything I want.
When I get part of you.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Sever flesh and bone
And offer it to me.
Ringfinger.
Promise carved in stone.
Deeper than the sea.
Ringfinger.
Devils flesh and bone
Do something for me.
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Our enemies are Medes and Persians, men who for centuries have lived soft and luxurious lives; we of Macedon for generations past have been trained in the hard school of danger and war. Above all, we are free men, and they are slaves.
Shadows Of Wolves
we made an agreement
it was carved in stone to your mind
i agree there must be no changes
without prior notice
but you change it a bit
and so i am canceling the whole of it
that is what it is
carved in stone, put a change
the slightest one
can break the whole of that stone
a little change in temperature
or pressure as the case maybe
can make this world crack
without prior notice
now don't cry foul
for both of us prior to that
have assumed the shadows
of the wolves.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Working Class Hero
(alan jackson/don sampson)
A callused right hand
Holds a shiny gold watch
For thirty years spent on the clock
But you wont see no tears
>from this workin class hero
Hes always been hard as a rock
But he knows hes too old
To really start over
Besides he just wouldnt know how
I guess hes just glad
That hes not alone
But hes got to wonder what now
cause theres no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after hes gone
That old working class hero lives on
That three-bedroom house
He built in the 50s
Seems so much bigger today
With just him and mama
And not many bills
cause all of the kids moved away
What hes done with his life
Might not be remembered
But hes got every right to be proud
cause the blood sweatin years
Of this workin class hero
Is really what livins about
cause theres no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after hes gone
That old workin class hero lives on
Yes, that workin class hero lives on
That workin class hero lives on
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Stone
how is it to be a stone?
how is it to be hard
and unfeeling?
how is it to be still
and immobile
rooted in
its place for years
and centuries
not growing
not speaking not listening
to the songs and sighs
of the river?
how is it to be completely
defenseless against
the moss
that invades and
covers
your body
of stone
the coldness
of the rain and
the boredom of the time
in years, in centuries?
how is it to be just being
inanimate
unmoved
untouched and
untouching?
you
you touch no one and nobody touches you
an island
of stone
you
are the stone
the rock
against
the middle
of the raging river
and i am asking all these questions to you.
oh! i am always the foolish one
petrified
facing you all day and getting
no answers
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stone Alone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
Self centre chiseled in many a form
Partake the centre of the universe
Alone
Stone alone
The griffins grave keepers opening the jaws
Partake shadow in a
Stone
Stone alone
The Sphynx upside down
Clinging to the edges of a smile
Ice frozen on the mysteries
Of centuries Centaur raging at Minotaur
Now laugh all around
Winking cunningly
Gioconda mocking
Drop a glove on the floor
Flirting with death
A black hand will lift
White gloved touch of
Stone
Alone
Stone alone will carve the face
Cut the faces into a living wound of the stone
Rocked in the cradle swinging left right
Tectonically
To the ground
To the stone
Absolutely discentred
Alone
Summon the unity
Aloneness hanging from the rope
Bitter ends of days
Edges crying for the summits
And the summits seeking the edges
In the hide and seek of the soul alone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
First ray shattered upon the horizon
Horizon rise
At night alone by day alone
Soul alone stone alone
Carved
YOU
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Stone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
Self centre chiseled in many a form
Partake the centre of the universe
Alone
Stone alone
The griffins grave keepers opening the jaws
Partake shadow in a
Stone
Stone alone
The Sphynx upside down
Clinging to the edges of a smile
Ice frozen on the mysteries
Of centuries Centaur raging at Minotaur
Now laugh all around
Winking cunningly
Gioconda mocking
Drop a glove on the floor
Flirting with death
A black hand will lift
White gloved touch of
Stone
Alone
Stone alone will carve the face
Cut the faces into a living wound of the stone
Rocked in the cradle swinging left right
Tectonically
To the ground
To the stone
Absolutely discentred
Alone
Summon the unity
Aloneness hanging from the rope
Bitter ends of days
Edges crying for the summits
And the summits seeking the edges
In the hide and seek of the soul alone
Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
First ray shattered upon the horizon
Horizon rise
At night alone by day alone
Soul alone stone alone
Carved
YOU
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In Our Lives
In our lives, past and present,
we had ignorance untold,
and the virus was unpleasant,
it releases dangers we could not hold.
On the path of injustice and inequality,
and revelation that had to show,
Enlightenment before reaching our destiny,
on that widening road of tomorrow.
But however dark the night may be,
the darkness leaves more mystery,
surrounding the centuries that smudges history.
And the curses do not seem to fade away,
as fast as blessings come infrequently.
The torment keeps on clinging,
with such ominous numbing fear,
of dangers that the future may be bring,
we see through a glass darkly obstacles unclear.
Unstable people waver when facing the truth,
But only one Christ can be our savior,
We were already doom from birth,
Cast in with the lords despise few to be deliver.
Out of the realm of sad destitute,
Into the splendor of a marvelous light,
That every human possess flesh and spirit,
Our lives are a beacon in the night.
Responsibility falls on every individual,
Perhaps heaven will not be denied.
When choosing what will be held accountable,
In our lives we get the chance to decide,
Nothing is impossible or insurmountable.
poem by Gerry Legister
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