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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2011

WE ALL NEED TO LIVE IN PEACE WITH EACH OTHER

WE ALL NEED TO LIVE IN PEACE WITH EACH OTHER

We all need to live in peace with each other
For outside us beyond us
Are vast vast worlds �

We are alone here on our own small planet
And we do not know how far we can get
And what there is outside our world �

We need to be alright with ourselves
So that when we confront the terrors of the distance
We will not destroy ourselves-

We must live in peace with each other
We must try to do the best we can
In a universe of ultimate uncertainty-
Perhaps somewhere along the way
We will vanish
Perhaps God will save us
We don�t know-
But we need to live in peace with each other
Not destroy ourselves
So we can face in the best way possible
The uncertainty of the unknown distant future.


Shalom Freedman

Thursday, January 13, 2011

If Ican Make You Happy

It's a beautiful moment to meet You
An enchanted eyes
Beautiful smile
A smart laugh
Make my days bright
Though U are not mine

Sometimes I try to imagine
If I could be Yours
If I can make somebody like U happy
In the rest of my life
It will be life in me
In an unhappy life through the years
But I worry
That I'll only start a joke

The story U tell me
in my loneliness
like a star in a dark night

I just want to say
Thank you
To spend Ur time with me
Though I know it's only by chance

Once in my life
May be someday
I want to love somebody
I promise
I will learn to lo love
Like U have said
Every body deserves to have a better future
called HOPE

Thanks
U need no read this
May be in the future
by chance

By Wen

Monday, November 16, 2009

Poem

A Process in the weather of the Heart

A process in the weather of the heart
Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
Storms in the freezing tomb.
A weather in the quarter of the veins
Turns night to day; blood in their suns
Lights up the living worm.

A process in the eye forwarns
The bones of blindness; and the womb
Drives in a death as life leaks out.

A darkness in the weather of the eye
Is half its light; the fathomed sea
Breaks on unangled land.
The seed that makes a forest of the loin
Forks half its fruit; and half drops down,
Slow in a sleeping wind.

A weather in the flesh and bone
Is damp and dry; the quick and dead
Move like two ghosts before the eye.

A process in the weather of the world
Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child
Sits in their double shade.
A process blows the moon into the sun,
Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin;
And the heart gives up its dead.

Dylan Thomas

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