Assembly
It was near the end with assemblies to meet
First to arrive was My God and he took his seat.
The sky was filled with color and muted at best
The second to arrive was Our God, as a guest.
The day had ended like those before
The third to arrive called Their God, came through the door.
The fourth to arrive called Your God
The one blest to not come from the sod.
The assembly was to meet and Their God to define
I spoke quickly and said the real God was mine.
No, No, the second spoke for the guest
Our God is as Your God; the very best.
Their God spoke for many with the symbol of the Ram
The God of all the God's was and is, 'the God of I Am.
poem by AHO Speaks
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Nobody Spoke (for Karen)
Nobody spoke to Lucy,
nobody spoke at all,
ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
nobody spoke
for five long years
ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Lucy withdrew
without a clue
why nobody spoke,
nobody spoke
for five long years,
nobody spoke
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke!
Lucy went mad
she went crazy!
She screamed
she cried, she sobbed,
but nobody spoke,
for five long years
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Many years later
she saw them,
those people she wanted
to be her friends.
but ain't no joke
nobody spoke,
nobody spoke
for five long years.
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Lucy left a note
in daddy's drawer,
put on her very best dress.
Did her hair in a very fine way
and walked into the hall as a guest.
She walked up to the folk
that never spoke,
said hello in an ordinary way,
then she pulled out a gun
and opened fire.
Yes she shot all those folk
on that day.
Now they were silent
now they were still,
cos ain't no joke
that nobody spoke
and now
they never will.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Prospects
We have set out from here for the sublime
Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
Is all the green of that enameled prime
A snapshot recollection or a dream?
We have set out from here for the sublime
Without provisions, without one thin dime,
And yet, for all our clumsiness, I deem
It certain that we shall arrive on time.
No guidebook tells you if you'll have to climb
Or swim. However foolish we may seem,
We have set out from here for the sublime
And must get past the scene of an old crime
Before we falter and run out of steam,
Riddled by doubt that we'll arrive on time.
Yet even in winter a pale paradigm
Of birdsong utters its obsessive theme.
We have set out from here for the sublime;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
poem by Anthony Evan Hecht
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Time Differential
weeks of waiting
in a single year
differences
between
when you
should arrive
and when
you did arrive
can’t miss that
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Son...
perhaps
sunrise must have come too early
you did not arrive
we waited
we wanted the sunset
to come later but it did not heed us
it came as scheduled
Nature did what i had to do simply
my son
you did not arrive and soon
we shall return to the same place
where you and i
reside
are you still there?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We cannot arrive at Shakespeare's whole dramatic way of looking at the world from his tragedies alone, as we can arrive at Milton's way of regarding things, or at Wordsworth's or at Shelley's, by examining almost any one of their important works.
quote by Andrew Coyle Bradley
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Here Is The Light
The deepest repent is coming tonight, I turn off the light
Don't leave yet... repeated
A pale colored boy, and sister are cheated
The needle will bite and sting
When we will arrive, we'll bring...
Peace in this evening, I turned on the light and everyone's grieving
Here is the light Oh let it shine through me
Here is the light Oh let it burn and burn
The needle will bite and sting
When we will arrive, we'll bring...
The needle will bite and sting
When we will arrive, we'll bring
This torturous cycle to burn, burn, burn
When we will arrive, we'll sing
song performed by by Ours
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Darkness And Light
i would like to arrive not at the point
when darkness and light
chase and fight each other
when they grapple with who's right
and who's fit to survive
on the cycle of life
i like to arrive at the time when
they stop and arrive at a compromise
to live in peace together
not that the light stays on the right
not that darkness stays on the left
for that would still be divisive
i like them fuse into a certain hue
so pleasing to the eyes of all confused men
dusk, dawn, a dawning light, grey
the coolness of twilight, midway, between coming and departure
standing still, a gaze of the star and the coming of a new day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If you urge the donkey on, you'll arrive late, if you let the donkey amble, you'll arrive early.
The Usual Find....
you cross the sea
arrive at a port
on a land where you
were never for once
has set foot on
its rock
you carry your bag
traveling lightly
you follow a road
that winds upon
the mountainsides
you cross more rivers
down the valleys
and when you arrive
at what he is boasting
you actually find
nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm the one who gets called up about a problem. I'm the one who gets called up about the street lighting and the abandoned car. I'm the one who gets blamed if the police don't arrive. I'm the one they blame if a city truck is broken down.
quote by Richard M. Daley
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Every Hour I Have Is Precious
You said you would be here.
And gave a time when you would arrive.
That time passed.
I did not get upset.
I elected to believe you had other priorities.
Since you did not call me to confirm that!
A week had gone by...
And you left a message on my answering service.
I did not call right away,
Since at the time I had priorities.
I called you when I could.
And when I expressed that...
You believed I was upset!
I was not upset at all.
At least I did call!
I spoke the truth.
I had something else to do!
And you weren't on the agenda!
There is nothing in my life,
I have put on hold...
For anyone to make a decision,
How best to use my time!
Certainly not to play tag!
Every hour I have is precious.
Obviously...
I am the only one that feels that way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Common Day
We arrive at school
Then we say hello
We go about our day
We both leave school
Then we say goodbye
We head on home
This is our common day
Like most friends it makes us happy
You could say we have a strong bond
Two buddies just hanging out
A common day for common folk
Just two of a kind
We arrive at school
Then we say hello
We go about our day
We both leave school
You don’t say goodbye
Something is wrong
What has happened?
Our routine has changed
Why did you change it?
Did I do something wrong?
You look sad
I will talk to you tomorrow
I arrive at school
I can’t say hello
You are not there
I leave school
I can’t say goodbye….ever again
Why did you take your life?
poem by Paul Celano
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The Wasted Landing - thoughts from an airport strike
In the hour of our departure O Lord
In our beginning is our end
To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive
at the same hour and place
in some other time zone
and in our departing is our arrival
and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been
and to depart is to arrive at where we will not go
into the departure hall from where we did not depart
into the arrival hall where we did not arrive
and the end of all our departures is our arrival
that we may arrive at where we did not go
and depart from where we have not been.
now and in the hour of our departure O Lord
I Tiresias have foresuffered all
on this self-same divan, or tired banquette
in the departure hall from where we have not gone,
in the arrival hall where we have not arrived,
and all our arrivings are departures
and all our departures are arrivings
departing from where we have not been,
arriving at where we will not go
the sun shines bleakly through the window panes.
into the planes the trim staff come and go,
laundered into skies we cannot breathe.
'All flights are cancelled';
'Sorry Sir, this ticket is not valid for this flight'.
I Icarus have suffered thus
in Greece, in Rhodes, on all connecting flights,
in Delphi where I was not warned,
in Cumae where I could not go.
Passport Control. Do Not Pass This Point.
Too hot the sun of Greece that day,
the sun I shall not see.
'Arrival Delayed'. 'Departure Delayed'
A cold coming we had of it:
the baggage heavy, and the escalator steep,
the information scanty and the children fractious,
and the people. Oh the people.
Cans. Packets. Yesterday's papers from yesterday's travellers.
Sandwiches we have not eaten.
Tread softly for you tread on my icecream.
Now and in the hour of our departure Lord
poem by Michael Shepherd
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When You Spoke...
When you spoke of UNION,
i saw GROUPS.
When you spoke of LIBERATION.
I saw IMPRISONMENT.
When you spoke of EQUALITY,
I saw DISCRIMINATION! !
Oh, why speak against actions that tell the real you.
Don't fool those who cant read your writings,
or understand your words.
When you spoke I believed in Hope,
but when i saw and experienced,
Hope was all lost.
poem by Daniela Gallegos
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That One with Pride
Too many arrive expecting.
Anticipating to be gifted,
With the granting of their instant wishes.
Too many sit believing they can demand.
With hands extended and opened like cups...
Hoping this is noticed and their hands will be filled up.
Too many wait at a table to eat,
Without one concern...
As to who pays and buys the groceries.
Or who pays the rent or mortgage.
Or...
Who satisfies them,
With the keeping on of the utilities.
Too many arrive expecting.
And among them few are accountable!
Or could care less what it takes,
To be the one identified...
As that one with pride and responsibilities.
That one who isn't waiting.
Or feeling entitled to be served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wasted Landing. Thoughts from an airport in disarray.
In the hour of our departure O Lord
In our beginning is our end
To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive
at the same hour and place
in some other time zone
and in our departing is our arrival
and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been
and to depart is to arrive at where we will not go
into the departure hall from where we did not depart
into the arrival hall where we did not arrive
and the end of all our departures is our arrival
that we may arrive at where we did not go
and depart from where we have not been.
now and in the hour of our departure Lord
I Tiresias have foresuffered all
on this self-same divan, or tired banquette
in the departure hall from where we have not departed,
in the arrival hall where we have not arrived,
and all our arrivings are departures
and all our departures are arrivings
departing from where we have not been,
arriving at where we will not go
the sun shines bleakly through the window panes.
into the planes the trim staff come and go,
(they stay at Novotel Michelangelo) ,
laundered into skies we cannot breathe.
'All flights are cancelled';
'Sorry Sir, this ticket is not valid for this flight'.
I Icarus have suffered thus
in Greece, in Rhodes, on all connecting flights,
in Delphi where I was not warned,
in Cumae where I could not go.
Passport Control. Do Not Pass This Point.
Too hot the sun of Greece that day,
the sun I shall not see.
'Arrival Delayed'. 'Flight Cancelled'
A cold coming we had of it:
the baggage heavy, and the escalator steep,
the information scanty and the children fractious,
and the people. Oh the people.
Cans. Packets. Yesterday's papers from yesterday's travellers.
Sandwiches they have not eaten.
Tread softly for you tread on my icecream.
Now and in the hour of our departure Lord
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(re-edited)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You Must Be Born Again
Lord Jesus spoke to righteous men,
He spoke to sinners, too...
Sometimes He spoke beyond their ken,
They wondered what to do...
Sometimes He spoke in parables
That children understood,
Sometimes He spoke with miracles
And most men thought Him good...
Lord Jesus spoke of holy rules
That very few obeyed,
Sometimes He spoke and called them fools,
Yet all of us have strayed...
Yet there were times when Jesus smiled,
At those who sought some proof,
As if each one could be God's child
Responding to God's truth...
He said we must be born again,
Good deeds themselves don't save...
God's Holy Spirit comes and then
Each knows what God forgave...
At Pentecost, revival came
And thousands were baptised!
For they believed in Jesus' Name,
Proclaiming Him as Christ!
The Church was born and now it lives
Its living sacrifice,
To preach God's Word, that He forgives
And grants us Paradise...
Eternity! Streets paved with gold!
Not if, dear friends, but when?
The greatest story ever told:
You must be born again!
(July 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Emission
You are like an un-welcomed guest
I say this in truth, and not in jest
Needing to let your presence known
Even the times when I want to be alone,
You embarrass me when anyone is around
With your odor and your obnoxious sound
So when you arrive I walk away in shame
And for that arrival; someone else I do blame,
You are loud and foul to anyone near
I hate to acknowledge you out of shame and fear
When you come from me, you so quickly part
Oh how you embarrass me, my friend the fart.
RANDY L. MCCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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The Power Of Imagination
you fly
on your invented wings
you settle for a while
in an imagine place
you arrive at new beginnings
without endings
you like it somehow
where facts come and do not arrive
at any conclusion
where questions remain as they are
hanging stars in the heavens
gleaming without
mornings where people live
on forever
i am telling you
what imagination really is
invented wings
unnameable places
an eternal line
of words always unspoken
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Spoke 2 Me
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought i'd get her close 2 me
Now the moon and the sun belong 2 me
All my wildest hopes, my crazy dreams
But they seem more like reality
Fantasy
This girl fulfills my every fantasy
She must be
Specially designed by heaven just 4 me (just 4 me)
My friends look at her, they see mystery
But i look at her and i see a masterpiece
Can it be, i mean really did she?
Spoke 2 me (spoke 2 me)
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me (speak 2 me, baby)
(speak 2 me, baby)
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
And if she hurts me
I'll take it all with open arms u see (u think i won't?)
Cuz like a track under a subway train
She could roll all over me and i'd still be the same
Cuz 2day is the day she spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought i'd get her close 2 me
If i'm stuck in some groovy wet dream
Don't pinch me
I don't wanna wake up
I'm diggin' the scene (i'm diggin', diggin')
Yeah, baby
song performed by by Prince
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