A Book Is An open Window By Olivia

 

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* She said- A Book is an open window *

An open window would lit the room,
No matter however gloomy it may be.
It would let the light in-
Vanishing the dampness and darkness within.

One may keep within the confines;
Yet be exposed to all that’s happening..
Like a Book teaches you of a subject,
The Light, makes visible all the objects.

You stand next to one,
Filling yourself with Hope:
You see the Sunrise and the mark of a Dawn;
And a trail of the horse- cart, even when it’s gone..

I now write- to create a Window to myself..
It would take long but create one- I will..!
It would be large, it would be vast-
It would bring in all that was lost.

It would no longer matter then-
That I am locked up in a cell..
For that window would be my sky and my floor;
Opening me out- to the world as a Door.

It would let the passersby discover me hidden-
Letting me escape the timely prison!
The Window would then compete with the cell- walls,
Standing Me strong- opposing them all.

I would free myself of all the pain;
The humiliation, the anger, the disgust and the hurt..
It would mark a beginning of a new life song-
One that I would sing with everyone along.

My Dear Mom, bless me again-
I’ve only started on the way that’s far stretched.
I promise I won’t give up till I am done;
I’ll adorn my victory- they’ll say “I have won..”

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A Letter To My Mom by Chi-Haur Rohan Nadkarni Wu

 

 

 

 

Mom…
It’s been too long
I live in this planet
But I know
You’ve lived it
Much more longer than I have

Mom…
It’s been too long
My waiting to hold you
To say sorry
For all the fault I’d done
Without thinking of you

But Mom…
I know it’ll never be too late
To save you in my mind
To keep you from anything
To remember all we’d ever had

Mom…
Once I’d prayed
Speaking of this:
If I’ve gone
Please give the best for my Mom
But if fate doesn’t let it
Please let me live once again
To love my Mom deeper and deeper

Mom…
It’s been too late
But I still want to say
Thank you
For all your love
For all you’ve been
For all we are
For all this life will be
I love you Mom…
It’s been too long
I wait the chance
That finally comes
To say I love you
This might be my first
But I promise it’ll not be my last
I hope when you’re reading this
I’m by your side

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Let There Be Peace By Joseph Christy Fine

 

 

Let there be peace, in those, that are pure of heart.
Let there be peace among men of difference.
Let there be peace on a hard winters day.
Let there be peace, before there is anger.
Let there be peace, in the valley of stress.
Let there be peace, among those we love.
Let there be peace, between all our faiths.
Let there be peace, when our day is done.
Let there be peace, in the universal message of man.
Let there be peace, in the canyons, of displacement.
Let there be peace, with the sick and the poor.
Let the rifles’ be quieted and let there be peace.
Let men at war, replace confrontation, with peace.
Let political forces join together, and bring us peace.
Let men of all colors and religions, join in peace.
Let more money be spent on peace, than on war.
Let wasted billions, bring peace, to those less fortunate.

It matters not, what your religion, or who you
pray to…may you find peace.

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HOPE (April 21 -28, 2013, Child Abuse Prevention Week): Act Now, Protect Our Children, Live Healthy Lives!

 

Too small for U. S. Cents,
Too rare to be in historical museum,
Too heavy to make sense,
Too abstract to dwell in the hands of the child.

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A shooting star soars cross the sky,
A spark flashes through the squeezing rocks,
A lightening flies by,
A basket of wool to make warm socks.

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All promises freeze like ice,
All greetings ring like bells.
All gamblers focus on the dice,
All smiles ripple under the spells.

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Hides behind the time that flies,
Dances in the hands that knit ties.
Hope is like the invisible air,
It makes stirs everywhere….

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Catty Love By Burns Jaco Wright

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His pet cat Susan,
quietly on his bed, reclines.
But the moment his thoughts
tenderly touches his woman,
with great alacrity, switches on her sixth sense,
springs to his lap,
as only a cat can,
with a growl of distinct disapproval,
and licks, all over his face
in a salivating show of affection,
then intently look in to his face,
as if asking without words:
“Is that cat, good enough for you,
as much as me,
in her moments of love?”

 

Hunger for Her Happiness by Stanley Zakyich :Dec 19, 2012

 

 

My body wishes for nutrition,
but it does not know the meaning of frugality.
Only my mind knows the meaning, and keeps my body at bay.
My body will say,
“Feed me, feed me, feed me!”,
but my mind’s rejection will not falter,
for the Happiness of my love
makes the means to receive it without err.

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The Sun stretches his arms,
too tired of glazing over ragged clouds,
Rolling wheels of time drag on,
Rusted-out autumn leaves nod their heads in breeze,
beginning to think of earth,
Deer race cross century old bridges,
with rivers of dreams in mind,
Blades of wonders dance above the sea,
Mountain high gloom flings into water,
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Nature tells,
Nature casts spells,
Studying nature
maybe vital to our future.