POEWHIT, 25 march 2014
Sunrise or sunset
Love the rest
Open eye's look
A gutter crook
GOD in heaven
Never work on seven
Beauty of life
One note - a fife.
3/25/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Michel Galiana, 25 march 2014
1. His Lordship and her Ladyship were both
Very young when they took a wedding oath.
2. She was twelve and he was only thirteen.
Soon a baby boy appeared on the scene.
3. And he was as fair as the rising sun
His beauty could be compared to none.
4. His Lordship the Count asked on that day
The Countess his wife, when in bed she lay:
5. "O Countess, my wife, tell me what I should
Hunt, what kind of game in the nearby wood?"
6. "I'd prefer, by far, some fowl meat to eat.
Partridge flesh is rare of late, such a treat!"
7. His Lordship the Count, on hearing her speech,
Shouldered his gun which he kept within reach.
8. When he had come to the mid of the grove
Whom should he encounter but a white dove.
9. "Lord, I am so pleased to wish you good day;
Was waiting long for you to come my way.
10. Now the hour has rung, did you hear it ring?,
The hour has rung when you must be dying.
11. Now, do you prefer rapidly to die
Or seven long years sick in bed to lie?"
12. "I'd rather, for sure, decede speedily
Than seven years lie in bed languidly."
13. "Your Lordship the Count, now back home you go
And have them make you the best bed they know,
14. Have them make your bed quickly. You know why:
Or you would risk being sick before you die."
15. "O my mother dear, if you love your son
Please order that my bed quickly be done.
16. Have my bed be made and made rapidly
Before I should die of a malady."
17. "O please tell the Lady Countess, my wife
That her Count has left for an armed strife,
18. That he left to fight out on the frontier
And that he will be back home in a year."
19. "O tell me what happened here overnight
That all in this house with dismay did smite?"
20. "An old beggar man who asked for food
Whom from dying here we could not preclude."
21. "My mother I beg you to keep my keys
Let me have my best bed sheets, if you please.
22. Let me have my best bed sheets. All but one
For my husband, when he comes, it was spun."
23. "My daughter, you should put on your black dress
We are leaving to Mur town to hear Mass."
24. "Mother tell me the truth. No lie or sham!
Why must I be clad in black, as I am?
25. "Did it come in current use to impose
On girls to be sent to church in black clothes?"
26. When they came to Mur where mass would be sung,
The church was all over with black veils hung.
27. "O Mother tell me, no pretence or lie,
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
28. "O Countess, my daughter I do not know.
The bell ringer might have heard of it, though."
29. "O bell ringer tell me the truth,. Don't lie
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
30. "Your ladyship, I do not know, for sure
But the curate could an answer procure."
31. "O Reverend father, tell me no lie,
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
32. "Your Ladyship, for sure , I do not know.
The parson himself could answer it, though."
33. "O Reverend father, tell me no lie,
The church is hung with black veils, tell me why!"
34. "Countess, it's a thing I cannot deny,
The Count, your husband on the trestles lie"
35. "My mother I beg you to keep my keys
You may dispose of my goods as you please.
36. I have brought into the world a fair son
And he is as fair as the rising sun,
37. O he is as the rising sun as fair
And his beauty is, aye, beyond compare.
38. You shall for his education provide.
Let the Christian Faith in life be his guide.
39. If ever his wealth should happen to wane
Let him serve the king and defend his reign.
40. In my husband's grave now I shall be laid
As both of us have slept in the same bed."
Translated from a Breton song
Gert Strydom, 25 march 2014
Intensely I do love you
to the portals of heaven and hell
and my life I want to trust to you
with that which is in the depth of my heart,
I want to know you in all of my secrets,
daily experience small things with you,
and together I want to be in each event,
while I want to protect you love in my heart,
see you on each new morning,
and embrace you tightly against me.
Satish Verma, 25 march 2014
What do you think
a redemption of a clone will work
in the galaxy of stars?
The hope was drying and violence
refuses to decline in the valley of flowers.
Orphaned moon climbs up the hill
to preside over the murmuring truths.
Nothing seems to work
for the liberation of long night
and the winds put off the lantern’s light
which was standing on the shore.
A black widow crawls on my chest
for a certain drenching by a sucked heart.
Still I stare at the black eyes
for a washed up death.
Satish Verma
POEWHIT, 25 march 2014
Sour is the hour
Call of the flower
Song fills an air
Yesterday, a care
Life flows along
Our life a song
Up seems down, at times
Down is up, a rhyme.
3/24/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
POEWHIT, 24 march 2014
Cry out words
Sit so absurd
A pen for the notes
Ideas seem remote
Play a magical song
Fill the soul long
That note with tears
Rings long in the ears.
3/23/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Greg, 24 march 2014
Carnivorously tearing into the raw flesh
The neurotic tick tock of fingers
Clashing sharply with the harmony of souls
To unload money from the grips of Being
Take the eagle child, and make massacred stew
To relinquish into destiny
The long forgotten history
Of spies that reside, foreign, in the sky
Bearing down upon
What was once home to us
POEWHIT, 24 march 2014
Limb of my domain
To sing of crying pain
Clouds fill the sky
My heart does fly
Wisps of cool wind
Ground full of sin
Let me leave my limb
Floating on air prim
3/23/2014 JOE POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
Insatiable Sohail, 24 march 2014
Always
In all the ages
They are underprivileged.
In whatever name we call them
They are street-children.
They sleep by the side of the road
As they are homeless.
Scraps of food they eat
Left in the plate eaten by others.
They are humans
Made of flesh and blood .
But are neglected
Ignored , despised
Wretched and abhorrent one.
Life encompassed with
Endless sorrows and pains.
Dilapidated and decayed through ages.
Stricken with poverty
Can’t manage their livelihood
So, they’ve to be content with
Whatever comes ready to hand.
But they have desire
To express delight and choice.
A far-sighted dream
To fly in the open sky at large.
They want to be enlightened.
Is it a curse for them
To be borne as street-children ?
Can’t we extend our helping hands
Towards them a little ?
To decorate their life
To give them equal value
Above all, to create an illuminated society.
Insatiable Sohail, 24 march 2014
It’s a naughty world
So get ready.
If you can fight then fight
Help each other in need
Our war has just begun.
Activities are available
Just add meaning.
Give thanks to the pains
That teaches you courage.
Join the two life –
One in mind ,
The other in the real world.
And you’ll find peace.
Happiness is an abstract thing
A spiritual experience of living
Every minute with love, grace and gratitude
Lead a life of integrity, honesty
And capacity to perform and endure.
All you can take with you is that
Which you’ve given away.
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