Jeanneclaire Probst
What does it take to allow you to feel that happiness we all yearn for...each day? A homemade chocolate cookie? A goo movie? Arms to share your love? None of the above? If none of the above...what is it that motivates you and keeps your spirit open to each day? Share your thoughts with us...Jeanne Claire Probst
Whale of a Time Sept ‘14
In those deep dark cold Southern Seas
Men and boats of the Japanese
Hunt down whales so relentlessly
And, o yes, ‘scientifically’.
While we sit back watch their lies in court
And judgements that all come to nought.
We celebrated as if the war was won
Over the killers of the Rising Sun!
Now once again The Shepherd finds a voice:
Calls to us- as if we have a choice?
For these sentient beings require our defence!
Do not believe in their self-serving pretence.
And The Song must continue… and continue to survive-
Eden is dying for Evil to thrive.
(Share with the Japanese government if you agree with the sentiment please)
Mark Nielson
Below is a poem from my book titled, "A train ride of my thoughts ".
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Déjà vu
Thoughts build a bridge of balance and becomes one as the prophecy reunites with the mind.
Through dimensions of time the blood line of poetry has risen inside and has become a ride in the whirlwind of life.
This portal leads to a place where thoughts are felt and seem old but
are new and even your past becomes your present just like Déjà vu.
Copyright © 2009 Mark Nielson
You may share if you like please give credit due for the writing, but the photo is random.
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One more poem.
One more before my sun sets
and darkness covers me
like a grey, dusty shroud.
One more before my fire goes out
and the blackness of night
silences me like a corpse.
One more before my eyes are sealed
like the door to a tomb
and the daylight scratches in vain
at my scab-encrusted eyelids.
One more poem.
One more chance to shout my words
into the dark emptiness of eternity.
~ Kenneth N Cook
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I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone