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L P King
from It all goes 'round
PRAY TO THE EAGLE
Pray to the eagle
that he may soar,
and we may catch but a glimpse
as we whisper softly to the wind,
all the secrets of our generation,
as we dare to hope for salvation.
Pray to the eagle
while he is still with us,
and we with him,
that he may lose this sorry state
so sinful and frought with fear,
perhaps Fate will hear.
Pray to the eagle
that the trees will not fall,
and rocks will not crumble
beneath our feet,
as we tread our weary way,
for tired though we be,
it is still too soon to die.
Pray to the eagle
that man be not blinded,
and the child be not deformed,
by a thousand and many bangs,
while in a deep shame our heads we hang
and listen to the silence of the music.
Pray to the eagle
that the lion may yet roar,
as a billion tiny souls seek to explore,
with freedom embedded in their minds,
and redemption a just reward,
for peace from the almighty sword.
© L P King All Rights Reserved
from Out of the Forest
Can we Each to Ourselves be True?
Each day begins with breaking dawn
and ends with setting of the sun.
Life, too, begins with light of day,
and ends when final day is done.
We often ask, why are we here?
What goals direct this earthly life?
Beyond the struggles to exist,
beyond all sorrow, pain and strife.
Somewhere between our dawn of life,
yet closer to its full extent,
we question how we use our lives,
the wasted time that we have spent.
Each precious life's a gift from God.
It never has been ours to own,
How we may use, abuse this gift,
by God alone can this be known.
What have I done to justify
existence on this planet earth?
and how may I best qualify
the full extent of my true worth?
And is this based on what I think,
or what I do or fail to do?
or on what others think of me,
which may be either false or true?
What really matters most is not
what other people think of you,
The most important question is
can you to your own self be true?
© Shelby Forrest All Rights Reserved
from In Layman Terms
A Walk In The Clouds
I walked amongst the clouds today
and then I took a seat
to try to understand the world
that spun beneath my feet.
It was the grandest picture
my eyes had ever seen.
I couldn’t make out colors,
except for blue and green.
And yet, I could see people;
a whole race on the run.
To tell the truth, from where I sat
they clearly moved as one.
With fear, they searched for answers
they thought were on the ground
and though they spoke in different tongues
they made the sweetest sound.
They had the wrong perspective
with no way they could know:
There are no individuals,
but just parts of a whole.
And so I made a wish for them
that someday they would see:
Only when they really love
is when they’re really free.
I’ll dance amongst the stars tonight,
while others search in vain.
For just above their point of view
there’s no such thing as pain.
© Steven Manchester All Rights Reserved
from Over The Wave Break
SIDELINED BY AGE
Beyond glass-partitioned silences
I follow the slow-timed
reminiscent gaze of thosethat chew the cud of memory
when rain slaps windows
and wind is rough-toned
as a pub ballad.
Past storm, stillness,
frost and fire
their measured paceDelineates the sidelined,
though pulsed
with some empowerment
for minds awake
on different levels
to times fleet footed –
light and dark
Shaded into forms
and ages.
Perhaps pool water
ruffle-creased like silk
Is – to them
a temporary disturbance
entirely, predictably
never twice the same.
Steel colored in winter,
Splashed by the sun’s
cold blaze, towards sunset
infinitely ephemeral
its troubled surface
Creates – for age-schooled eyes
snatch-glimpsing/
flickering visions,
a right-of-passage
through the day’s
processional degrees
towards sunset’s
gathered stillness…
and night’s afterwards.
© Adrian Rogers All Rights Reserved
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