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Poetry : A Child’s Tears

Poetry : A Child’s Tears

“Let your tears come. Let them water your soul.” Eileen Mayhew When a child cries, the heart leaps so,  The mother, she imagines the pain, Never knowing the babe’s woe, But to gently hold him in her hands.   When a child cries, the world stands still, When all creation pause not on a whim; Does God listen, does He heed, The cries of the innocent reaching Him?   When a child cries and the evil sings, When this wicked man…

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Poetry : The Beauty Of Your Kiss

Poetry : The Beauty Of Your Kiss

“Now a soft kiss- aye, by that kiss, I vow and endless bliss.” John Keates The Poem A sigh, a murmur, a gentle caress,  Like the soft whisper of a satin dress; A tear which falls, a word in awe, The careful touch which trembles so; Like the moon in the night, ‘tis a beacon, Promising rest to a weary pilgrim; The delicate flutter of a butterfly’s wings, A melodious sound, oh the nightingale sings; The careful path of a…

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Meditative Poetry: The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

Meditative Poetry: The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

Lynne S’ Note : This is another meditative poem I wrote many, many years ago. I was going through my old things when I found this little scrapbook which I made when I was a wee child. This was written inside. Truth Or Lie What makes man Lie? Choice or necessity? If Truth be told, will there be understanding or condemnation? Anger or patience? Judgement or forgiveness? Annoyance or compassion? Some Lies are to protect, some are told by choice…

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Meditative Poetry: The Dreamer’s Hope

Meditative Poetry: The Dreamer’s Hope

They call me a dreamer; They say I lead a meaningless life with no thoughts for the future; They call me a time-waster because I idle the time away doing things they don’t understand, thinking thoughts which are lost to them; Time and Tide wait for no man, they all say; But for me Time is no more: Time has ceased to exist in this chaotic and pathos world our beloved Earth has become; As for Tide – crimson with…

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