3 Word Poetry Challenge ~ Gentle Gentle Gently ~

images                                                    Gentle gentle gently now

why we are not gentle
as we move around
on the ground, we tread
so heavily

feel the wind whispering softly

sense the cool breeze touching
so lightly

try to hold the water flowing

enfold the warmth of the sun
shining so brightly

gentle gentle gently now
life is tender
keep it strongly
but sweetly


I Dream of…


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I dream of a Place of Peace
But dreams are in vain
Time and again there is pain;
I was brought to a Promised Land
Created with killing, insane;
Where remnants of blood
Traces of flood,
Sensations of fear remain;

I dream of a place secure
Clean colorful and pure
But I am not sure
As I see
the flying roof of a bus
As I hear
the terrifying sound of a blast
OH how long is it going to last?
As I fear
One moment in time
May be so fast , before we know
And thus we are……no where, no more;

I dream
of a moment of hope,
Of a land where I may be
And I may for eternity, stay;

But now I say
at the end of the day
I don’t dream any more
I am at peace for sure,
My childhood was happy
Truer than any dream
and I
With good grace and gratitude
try to obey not to betray but to pray
to the Almighty The Gracious, and The Supreme.

In Response to Brenda’s Wordle 93 ~ Human or …ist ?


For long the  antique  coffer

lay in the mist

for reasons unknown,

silently in the quist

deaf to the chimes

across the vast abyss

who took it out of the Grand Cist?

and made visible in the middle

of the mysterious abandoned xyst,

sadist stockist Or the Tanist

of Celtic Chieftan

Or Maurists,long skirted hooded

Praying for mercy’

Was he a Septembrist?

Or a Decembrist

Or  an activist?

Or a terrorist?

Scattered in the raw,tattered in dress

countenance thin strawlike on the chin

in action horrid or some may think


What tempests rage and crash

the skirted edge, rise in grandeur

waltzing  harmonious overtures in

celestial spheres like a thousand

playing synchronised , lutinists-

Ah! to what scales may humans

ascend or descend farthest from

Good Glory and Grace’

Mirror Mirror’ can ye tell All?

What is The Human?

Realist idealist or alchemist

or if like some-an existentialist?

Burning on ice, an eternal flame…




Destiny is in the name
For all the stars its the same
In boundless blackness floating
Millions of light years apart;
Its Creation who is to blame?
Destined for solitary wandering
Burning on ice, an eternal flame…

Time will be peace,
Freedom? Death will claim.
Oblivion Will will prevail.
.Innocent love

surrender to the spirit; end of pain
to the soul; Who to love is blind is

not sane. Truthful trust slain-

What is reality? When

Life is a game,

played by all the same,

Destiny of a star
To break and fall to
the depths unknown

In vast distances remain;
Is Gods creation in vain?