By Andrew Spooner
A star in the night sky burns
They say one person can make a difference
With God’s help you can…
A flower opens in the morning
They say people are like flowers
With God’s help you can…
A whale makes a big splash
They say good character rises to the top
With God’s help you can…
An eagle can see great distances
They say we should write our goals
With God’s help you can…
A wolf is persistent
They say persistence provides
With God’s help you can…
A man is in the likeness of God
They say mankind is the most noble
With God’s help you are.
A Serialized Novel
By Francisco Colber
Chapter Four
“Ciia, keep your eyes on me”, he urged. Unlike my previous journeys above the sky in ships, I was floating freely. My Zzolan form enshrouded within his. He said nothing for above all things, and from now on, I needed to observe and listen. Soon my home world was overtaken by the brightness of its sun: other planets joining its glowing aura — we were gaining speed. “We are traveling to Kye-terra”, he said. I knew of that world. We had never visited it as it was beyond the range of our starships. The clouds below us gave way to a beautiful scene of rocky steppes, and to the south and east, an endless sea of sandy plains and dunes. This world had no seas, only strangely beautiful ochre colored deserts and flat basins that seem to have no end. Unlike other desert worlds I knew about this planet had no life forms: no cacti, nor any kind of insect. When we landed we saw that the ground was dry, wind-scoured valleys were littered with billions of round stones of every size — perennial winds had sculpted them in-situ. Hidden in a quaint serpentine valley my father had once built a small dwelling for a special daughter’s Quest. He gave me a small leather pouch, and asked me to keep it in my pocket.
“Keep this with you at all times. I will be with you, in the shelter, but you will not be able to see or hear me.”
“What will happen to me?”
“This world will show you its harshness, at first as a whimper, later, as rage.”
“Is this world alive so it can hate me?” Continue reading ‘Into the Chrysalis’
By Jenifer Bleecker
The time for change isn’t tomorrow,
Not the next month or the next year,
But the today is the time we follow,
And to set aside our fear.
The world is changing very fast,
And the time is not stopping,
But the beauty of the world should last,
So we have to do everything.
Poverty and hunger is a major problem
And education to us is a must,
But we must promote gender, equality
And empower women so we wouldn’t turn to dust.
The increasing of child mortality
Is beginning to start an alarm,
And the risk of our mother’s pregnancy
Is more crucial than just getting harmed.
HIV/AIDS, malaria, and other diseases
Are killing most of our people, if not all;
But we must prevent the causes
That set us down to fall.
We shouldn’t care just for ourselves,
But to care for the environment
And all the problems will be solved.
If we should join, join to develop
A Global Partnership for the Development
For, THE TIME FOR CHANGE.
By Jim Goulet
Lift up your heart
To the grateful sky
Love the earth, do your part
Let your imagination fly…
Ponder on ways to save all life
Which radiate from the coral seas
To the rain-forest light
From the greed of termite-people, please
Do your part
People who care not of dying animals on their knees
Meanwhile in the rainforest, the bulldozer knocks down trees
To all caring people I ask you please,
To do your part.
By JoAnn Dyes
Mother Earth is crying
Her blood is spilling into the ocean
Beloved sea creatures are dying
Her pristine beaches awash in tar
Marshes destroyed for years to come
This affects You, wherever you are…
Earth’s Blood is gushing because of greed
She cannot recover, it just gets worse
As Her creatures try to nest and feed
By Estelle E. Goulet
Spring called to me to come and see
The life-force green of grass and tree
The brilliant sky of blue so blue
To hold me spellbound in its hue
The wind was strong, yet soft and warm
And sang to me its sweet spring song
But the treasured prize of this golden day
Were the flowers in their gay display
The bold, gold jonquils rang their bells
And the sun-filled buttercup cast their spell
Over meadows filled with primrose shy
That looked like bits of fallen sky
All color shades from perfect petal birth
The Master strokes this canvas we call earth
We doubt His love? We fools should weep
For when God sows His Glory,
He spreads it at our feet!
In Loving Memory of Estelle E. Goulet
August 22, 2009
By Amanda Luce
I never once had it all
But then I made the first phone call
You may not know it,
but you’ve helped me out
I no longer scream…
I no longer shout…
I thought you’d be scared
of what happened to me
You didn’t judge
you understood and let me be
You listen to me you don’t say a word
You’re the first who really heard
You can tell by my voice
when I’m feeling blue
You make me laugh
make me feel brand new
You may not know but I’m falling for you
I don’t tell you so you don’t have a clue
By Reginald St. Louis
We enter onto the morning with
The creation, the gray dusk of
Dawn unfurling across the sun drenched
Sky like a thick yellow carpet.
The new day makes us wonder
About yesterday. When the hours
Quickly shrunk to minutes…
What he ordered for his last meal,
Whether he ate a cheeseburger
With French fries or had
A milk shake with a sirloin steak.
He had a notorious sweet tooth
So we hope they gave him candy bars.
Did he sing that old war song? Or cuss?
Did an angel leap inside his chest
To muffle his screams?
We couldn’t hear his last words
But he sure talked a lot.
Oh, we wonder…
Whether it was really sterile and quick.
Whether they tortured him trying
To find a vein –
Considering all the dope he’d shot.
By Francisco Colber
I am just beginning to understand the place where my Surrogate lives, or perhaps better expressed, the places where he chooses to exist. He told me once that he, like his brethren, are perfect beings. That where they come from there is neither pain nor sorrow, only light. It is a place where they hold their loved ones in perpetual care and safety. But this consciousness, he said, is not found in one physical realm but exists simultaneously in a multiplicity of places. And therefore he has come to unify the totality of whom we are into his perfect existence – where, according to him, we really exist. He has traveled not only back in time but into the parallel realities that we inhabit, where we all, in our ignorant error embedded ourselves on the rusting hulls of ships — like barnacles – lost within space and time. Continue reading ‘Into the Chrysalis, part 3′
By Stan Kapelewski
“A journey always begins with the first step”
That’s how the saying goes…
But you might find recovery road quite rocky
So walk carefully to avoid stubbing your toes
The knowledge of errors
you have made in the past
Should make you remorseful
and feeling aghast
Then you should set aim for a goal
that’s realistic to reach
One that’s not too difficult
nor a walk on the beach
What may help guide your way
Would be talking to people in the same boat
If you do this with honesty
it may keep you afloat
While charting your course
you may look with chagrin
But Life’s never easy
Let your journey begin
By Silent Lotus
The
Night
Was as staunch
As an aged troubadour
And the winds lay west of the western shore
Yet so central to the transcendence of vermillion
And caution flew into oblivion and the deep
And you laughed once more
And it was she who
Was as silent as
A farrier
Round
Fire
By Benjamin Ferreira
The eyes have it,
Everything you could ever need
The eyes have it,
They’re filled with greed
The eyes have it,
Now you’ve done the deed
The eyes have it,
Hurry, with due speed
Windows to the soul,
Unspoken and unseen
The wonders of this world,
The wonders of a dream
Anticipation always overwhelms the act
Anatomical,
Mechanical,
It’s a simple fact
Intellectual curses of the unoccupied mind
Illusionary secrets, always striving to find
A pattern in the chaos, a reason for our tears
A meaning to the emptiness that fills our years.
By Samuel Jean-Baptiste
Enlisting the forces of 26 characters
And a little space, I invade your brain
Hold hostage the mind
I use these letters
To bind you like chains and fetters
Your thoughts confined
To my every jot and tittle.
Do I boast? Allow me a little,
But I do this, writing, for
I need it most.
A last stand,
A symbiote without a host,
The lone fellow at the prom,
Begging as a last demand, the
Last dance from a dame he dare not
Ask, much less utter her name.
Indeed, for shame, I write
To draw you in,
To empathize with me, not to
Rescind this plea.
I could present myself to you as a bouquet,
Red roses fresh.
Or I may
Use shock value like David Koresh
In order that I may free myself from my own
Timidity.
Therefore, I apologize for this captivity,
But I do declare you free.
To think like me.
By Alicia Wilcox
If I had one wish that wish would be
To start a new life for you and me
To love you,
hold you,
and school you too.
To do the things a mother should do
To not make the same mistakes over again
To be your mother and also your friend
To talk about the birds and the bees
To be there to fulfill your needs
To do things to put a smile on your face
To bring you home with me,
and out of this place
To love you unconditionally
Because you are part of me.
By David Eisenberger
Step by step, creates a strong foundation
Taking the time, to work out differences
Each relationship’s different and difficult
Placing your heart, in someone’s hands there
By the way, it’s also important to give time
Yet, each step by step, will be measured
So on the right foot, the first one’s taken
Taken to make sure, that this relationship’s good
Everyday be thankful, for that unique opportunity
Placing your love & foundation there… step by step
By Daniel Herard
Thoughts of world war,
hates, and fears…
To look at the world
and never show tears.
To change a man’s mind,
his works, and his deeds;
Now you tell me,
Will this world succeed?
To conquer one nation,
for our indignation…
To cause man’s death;
Now what’s left?
By Alicia Wilcox
I apologize for the pain I brought into your heart
My disease of addiction brought us apart
When I wasn’t using we were so close
And one thing you should know I love you the most
I wish I was there with you each and everyday
To help you out and make sure you’re okay
We been going through this for a couple of years
And I know you love me because I’ve seen you shed tears
Tears because I knew I was killing myself…
But my disease of addiction I knew nothing else
I’m real sorry about putting my children through this
Why should they suffer for my sickness?
They should be home asleep in their beds…
This could be a reality, but I choose drugs instead
I want my children in my life which means custody too
One day I’ll be willing to do what I have to
So please be there for me
I won’t let myself or you down again
I love you my mother and I need you to be my friend
By Sean Trott
Operation Supervisor-Harrington Hall
We have to listen to ourselves
Hear what our hearts say
Focus on that inner voice
Bow our heads and pray
Keep faith in the Lord
Or whomever you may choose
Refuse to quit
Refuse to lose
Set a new goal
That’s possible to reach
Maybe along the way you will gain
A life lesson to teach
Show yourself you are able
Do it for you
Get up get out
See what you can do
You have to put yourself first
If you want to make it today
This all starts in the belief
You hold in the words you say
So think hard before you speak
Focus on the new road
Think of what you could earn
Instead of what you are owed
As the snow fades away
And the sun starts to appear
Wake up and be strong
Forget what you may fear
Do not stop moving forward
Never give up on yourself
Be aware of who you friends are
And ask someone for help
By Carolyn Schwartz
My parents are dead
My child has grown
I miss all the friends
I’ve loved and I’ve known
I’m getting old now
Life’s passing me by
Yet all those old memories
Can still make me cry
But God in His Wisdom
Protects you ‘till the end
You can’t choose your family
But still choose your friends
By Deborah Shepard
For believing in the soul, each thought becomes one pattern
I am yours forever, we enter healing abilities, ‘tis our destiny
For believing in Mother Earth’s Light
Waking cosmic, soft face, poured, etched with a crystal Mandela
My sacred pattern is shared with another, pristine form
Bringing me the souls, consciousness
I am the highest sphere, energize, calm
Awaken, moving through me like light
I am clairvoyant, thought’s dreams
Feel the transcendent past life journey we will make together
Rain-washed visionary spectrum aligned with angels
Higher vessel of gemstones revealed, my feeling of each persons well -being
By Andrew Spooner
