POETIC OCEANS 2

A Thing of Beauty Is A Joy Forever John Keats I Beauty is joyful Is Joy only in nature ? flowers reflect love, Love makes us joyous True love is rare, never found Beauty? Ever present If you look around Truth makes the world happier Then hate is drowned. II Why time stops still the killer finds the kill so suddenly coming? why sharp is the strike cutting like a knife leaving us bleeding? why common places are becoming Senlac? why life is a racetrack? who is fighting for what and for what winning? this was not said by Our Lord so Loving why we dig but graves to fill? On top of the High Hill, do you see Proud Lucifer smiling ? My heart with fear trembling cannot for a moment be calm and still hearing shattered glass and bullets shrill Another blast another attack- screams cries blood spilling why death is brutal and erlking

'Allow your mind to open to this moment and your arms to rise as they lift the palpable blue\ English Poet Myra Schneider      The sky is never engaged in  battle,   not does it itself cause a rattle,blue   for visions, dark for secrets     The sky is never engaged but shines in grey and gold the angry  enraged clouds  make it overcast and cold  The sky is never engaged in war nor bombs it hurls, but sprinkles the darkness with stars and shiny pearls.

My way of having fun would be with children  playing in Winters in the sun... feeling joy and peace The toys would be paper and  color pencils or crayons In Summers watching sunsets and stars finding constellations would be Treasure Hunt Fun would be among the trees or watching a flower show each child itself like a flower so no shopping no buying though chocolate cake or brownies would be OK guessing objects in a bag in circle time tags thanking asking telling sharing helping caring each to feel equal and each to be good each to have respect each to have understood my way of having fun would be to be with children all happy,all  at peace no bombs or a gun

No more no more,no hatred or jealousy, no riding the red horse we want freedom,rights zero tolerance, senseless  killing,forced living no more no more, no violence rape or shooting, strive for peace, save the world.

                                                                        when death comes  like an iceberg... And when it comes  I will meet the Angel and smile and say 'you came before and lifted me quietly, I felt the pull I saw my self flying straight up high it was so swift,the flight a few seconds and I looked down oh where are you taking me? my children are so young and my parents are in later age they need me too  see  they are alone, And Oh Angel you were so kind You let me go' You had permission to do that and I heard you say something' ? Now if I have been good have looked after my parents and have guided my children on the straight path I hope and pray that  my way, will be illumined each  day of life ,scented colorful like daisies life will begi...

The prompt for today: write a poem (any form; rhyming or not) that includes the word “shed” or a form of the word. I expect to see lots of diversity in the posts for today. Shed your inhibitions and let your imaginations run with it! my spirit feels light after shedding tears that were bringing fears, thoughts of  one unwell and suffering, how long can one remain in a dull damp shed,  head down, waiting hoping praying  Come Come Come' the sun has shed off its covering the clouds are sailing away revealing the bright light come let us shed our burdens be grateful and be light let freedom ring in let people have the right for enough blood has been shed enough land has become red  enough children and soldiers dead so let the spirit be free  and the soul be light let darkness shed the pall let there be pure and true light

                                                                                If ever I get the chance         to make a fresh start         I will go all the way to Rabat-         wearing a jambart, will keep         and push a tea -cart, serving all         in the street and ghat my currency will be Thai Baht will make many and sell, tarts in bazars and all marts will accept the Burmese Kyat then love to rest under Green heart and wish for a trip to Kalat but before I depart I will listen to Beethoven and Mozart fill a large apple cart dress up very very smart will go slow not dart outsmart all,this will be my restart