Creative Writing Saturday

August Full Moon

August Full Moon, LKW

The Strength Of The Lonely

The moon’s a monk, unmated,
Who walks his cell, the sky.
His strength is that of heaven-vowed men
Who all life’s flames defy.

They turn to stars or shadows,
They go like snow or dew—
Leaving behind no sorrow—
Only the arching blue. ~ Vachel Lindsay

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The gift of tolerance

Please hear us I pray….

Tolerance, this word is not used in the bible
The closest I can find is to be non judgemental
To accept those that are of a different faith
A different skin colour, those that love their own kind
So why so much fighting……

Tolerance, to tolerate the bigots
That advise and command you,
You that live in the real world, they left behind
This is the gift I would bestow.

Please hear us I pray….

Tolerance is advocated in the Koran
So why isn’t this being upheld I ask the leaders of the mosque
Where is your tolerance to other faiths
I suggest you re-read your holy book

I beg you go hear us in prayer….

Hindus never claim that they are the ‘chosen people’.
They are brought up to accept others faiths
To tolerate the beliefs not defile them
To live in peace in their own way.
So why so many wars….

Lord hear my prayer. To bestow on everybody the gift of tolerance. ~ Seren Roberts

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Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio


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Honky Tonk in Cleveland, Ohio

It’s a jazz affair, drum crashes and coronet razzes.
The trombone pony neighs and the tuba jackass snorts.
The banjo tickles and titters too awful.
The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers.
The cartoonists weep in their beer.
Shop riveters talk with their feet
To the feet of floozies under the tables.
A quartet of white hopes mourn with interspersed snickers:”I got the blues.
I got the blues.
I got the blues.”
And . . . as we said earlier:
The cartoonists weep in their beer. ~ Carl Sandburg

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Thunderstorm_over_Corfu

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I love Thunderstorms.
Because sometimes nature
Can’t handle the pressure.
Because sometimes the sky explodes.

~ Unknown

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