Poetics 12160

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Comment by James Φοίνιξ on April 20, 2012 at 11:44am

this group subject to termination :)

Comment by TommyD on February 7, 2012 at 10:19pm

We are all cells that make up the body of man and we have allowed a cancer to infect the whole. Only together, in love can we heal this body, only as one can we achieve the unknown. Division only feeds the parasitical disease that keeps man barbaric and cruel. Unity in love can heal all wounds and promote growth and reveal secrets long lost.

Reach out in love and connect with the whole, let fear go the way of the dodo. Let positive energy exude from your core. Love ya, man

Comment by TommyD on February 1, 2012 at 2:18pm

Continuing On...

Continuing on, upon the road, no rest stops along the way.
Step after step, mile after mile, each passing night and day.
Continuing on, this lifelong trek, the horizon within sight.
The blazing sun, it does now set, behind it comes the night.
Continuing on, the years pass by, the horizon remains in the distance.
Above, the sun, it burns so hot and no wind is in existence.
Continuing on, upon this road, the years, my how they’ve passed.
Driven on, continuing on, towards that distant line.
Onward yet, step after step, tired but feeling fine.
Continuing on, the road of life, through drench and drought and cold.
the road of life continues on, the future is untold.
© 2008 Thom Daniels

Comment by TommyD on January 30, 2012 at 11:28pm

Freedom to live and do as I choose.
Freedom to win and freedom to lose.
Freedom to buy and freedom to sell.
Freedom to ask and freedom to tell.
Freedom to work and freedom to play.
Freedom to live and freedom to pray.
Freedom to laugh and freedom to love.
Freedom granted by our Lord above.
Freedom to walk and freedom to run.
Freedom to bask in the warmth of the sun.
Freedom to hear and freedom to see.
Freedom to be, what I want to be…

© 2008 Thom Daniels

Comment by TommyD on January 30, 2012 at 11:27pm

As this wheel spins,
Day after day
His hands mold me
He is the Potter
I am the clay
And I shall not ask
Lord, what shall I be?
For who creates the vessel?
Your hands alone, Lord
Are shaping me

© 2008 Thom Daniels

Comment by TommyD on January 30, 2012 at 11:26pm

The sheep graze where they are led
Under the watchful eyes of the shepherd
The flock is blissfully fed
The sheep bleat as their bellies are filled
They feel safe and secure in the lea
They know not that they are to be killed
For their wool, their fat and their meat
Are not theirs as they ignorantly think
Only to be used by the master elite
They are herded and abundantly fed
Kept safe from the beast of the wild
Not knowing, they will soon be dead.
All the while their voices give praise
To the shepherd who leads them around
Until the end of their days

They cry out, O baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ma

© 2009 Thom Daniels

Comment by TommyD on January 30, 2012 at 8:25pm

Unseen forces threaten our world
Moving silently behind the scenes
Using tactics, tested by time
Controlling the masses by many means
Shadowy figures pull the strings
Of their puppets in the hallowed halls
Government, religion, public opinion
They apparently have us by the balls
Yet, try as they might, try as they will
To silence the sovereign voice
Their failure is but a certainty
For Freedom is OUR only choice

© 2009 Thom Daniels

Comment by Merth on June 24, 2011 at 3:08am

Diary of A Globalist

 

I ween that I hung by a windy tree for a Sabbath night swinging to and fro.  By dawn for my deeds I was taken beneath the roots by torched souls to a place I was promised I’d never go.

Comment by Michael Aprile on June 7, 2011 at 12:35am

The political sound of a vulturous song

across our land by the lecherous throng

The haunty schemes of the poor of mind

makes plans for the people that daily grind

 

The breaks in force of the daily throng

makes mince of their dreams, they know its wrong

The class become poorer they waste away

The thumb is the potter; class is the clay

 

No more can be movement of what was light

the recourse would be to fight

The guns are under glass for all behoove

It is impossible for the class to make a move

 

Liberty becomes a glisten; an opaque glow

the only great hope is what one can know

Freedom clears the muddy thrall

as the blood fly to make way for all

 

All must rise and some must fall

if no way is made, there's no way at all

Someone goes first and raises the glass

for all to go run and through at last

 

 

Comment by Ann Scharf on May 8, 2011 at 7:06pm

Perhaps amongst my silly tales there is one you would like. They are on my website http://www.waggitales.co.uk

My best poem was once on a poetry web site but I can't recall what the site was called! That was years ago. So I'll try to write another one soon

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