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Wept For A Dream Destroyed

WEPT FOR A DREAM DESTROYED

Freedom did we once enjoy
Now left weeping for a dream destroyed
The Great Spirit’s lands stolen from us
Treaties made and broken that were unjust
We wept for a dream destroyed

Forced to leave the lands we knew
Our heritage stolen, our hostility grew
Only wanted what had been rightfully ours for years
But still forced to walk the Trail of Tears
We wept for a dream destroyed

John Ross fought our annihilation for as long as he could
His devotion immense, his heart good
That didn’t matter to the president
We were still taken away from our residence
We wept for a dream destroyed

Many of us perished along the way
Walking death’s trail that swept us away
From all we cherished and revered so
It was to a reservation we were forced to go
We wept for a dream destroyed

Tears shed for a freedom we would not know again
Forced to give up all we had once been
Still we retained what was felt inside
Walked that damned trail with dignity and pride
We wept for a dream destroyed

Sherri L. Gibson, USA

Ocean Deep

Ocean Deep

The tide is swept along the shore
While standing quiet in this place
All the seagulls cry for more
Among the reeds the birds are spaced.

The sun, in crashing waves reflects
Its beauty, shining through the deep
One pure light, without defect
While setting, puts the world to sleep.

With a mighty roar and crash
Casting shells upon the beach
The waves against the rocks are bashed
And gulls fly out of water’s reach.

Of the depths no need to fear
Only beauty resides here.

Rachel Elizabeth Synan

Roots

(I love doing ‘pop-out’ frames where part of the image is outside the frame.)

ROOTS

I am like a tree -
my feet spread out to travel and embrace the gifts
and hardships
the world has in store for me.

I travel in suspension -
my growth is slow but my spirit is large.
I reach toward the sun in exultation -
my cries and whispers heard only in the wind.

I am vulnerable -
but do not appear so.
My fortress of presence provides protection for those that would rather
use others
for shade and shelter.

I dance in honor of my being -
I sway from side to side in the rhythm
of my own song.

I absorb all the sorrows,
joys, dreams, anger and triumphs
of those around me.
Twisting and turning to find my own way
towards enlightenment.

I am like a tree -
my growth is invisible
until my death
exposes my maturity and worth.

Ashley Page Bates

Red Sunset

Sunset Thinking

Do you ever watch the sunset
And just sit and think about things
Just you and the sky and darkness
Giving your thoughts some wings

Perhaps you’ve got some troubles
And don’t know what to do
Or you just plain need to get away
To spend a little time with you

Sunset beauty makes you feel as though
Your life has meaning after all
To see a sight so extraordinary
Makes you feel capable, strong and tall

It’s funny how flashes of color
Like a sunset or sunrise can inspire
It can calm your inner self a bit
It’s a scene you can never tire

The serenity gives you a chance
To put things in perspective
Life can be overwhelming at times
And a sunrise can be reflective

So when the sky lights up next time
Let your gaze do some drinking
Soak up all the amazing sights
And do some sunset thinking!

Marilyn Lott

Pearls and Roses

Pearls and Roses

Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet,
The songs you sing are perfect pearls of sound.
How lavish nature is about your feet,
To scatter flowers and jewels both around.

Blushing the stream of petal beauty flows,
Softly the white strings trickle down and shine.
Oh! speak to me, my love, I crave a rose.
Sing me a song, for I would pearls were mine.

Paul Laurence Dunbar

((I will not be posting again until the 12th of August as I am moving to West Texas and will be offline for awhile. See everyone then!))

I Have Tasted the Stars

This is the first time I’ve chosen a poem and then created an image to go with it rather than vice versa.

I Have Tasted the Stars

I’m quite sure that before I was born,
I floated in space, alone and untethered.
I turned somersaults around the sun
it’s not as hot as it looks
played leapfrog with asteroids,
and chased comets across the universe.
I have tasted the stars
and sipped moonlight.
A nebula was my pillow,
and sleep
oh, the innocent sleep
so sweetly in space.
I danced on Saturn’s rings,
wild and free, uninhibited
because nobody’s watching in space.
And I sang.

~ Sarah L. Pottenger

Steppin’ Out

MM Steppin’ out with my baby
Can’t go wrong cause I’m in right
It’s for sure, not for maybe
That I’m all dressed up tonight

Steppin’ out with my honey
Can’t be bad to feel so good
Never felt quite so sunny
And I keep on knockin’ wood

There’ll be smooth sailin’ cause I’m trimmin’ my sails
in my top hat and my white tie and my tails

Steppin’ out with my baby
Can’t go wrong cause I’m in right
Ask me when will that day be
The big day may be tonight  MM

Irving Berlin

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Apple Blossoms

Apple Blossoms

Of all the lovely blossoms
That decorate the trees,
And shower down their petals
With every breath of breeze,
There is nothing so sweet or fair to me
As the delicate blooms of the apple tree.

A thousand shrubs and flow’rets
Delicious pleasure bring,
But beautiful Pomona
Must be the queen of spring;
And out of her flagon the peach and pear
Their chalices fill with essence rare.

Oh, is it any wonder,
Devoid of blight or flaw,
The peerless blooms of Eden
Our primal mother saw
In redolent beauty before her placed
So tempted fair Eve the fruit to taste?

But woman’s love of apples,
Involving fearful price,
And Adam’s love for woman
That cost him Paradise,
By the labor of hands and sweat of brow,
Have softened the curse to a blessing now.

If so those pink-eyed glories,
In fields and orchards gay
Develop luscious fruitage
By Horticulture’s way,
Then, sweet as the heart of rich legumes,
Shall luxury follow the apple blooms.

Hattie Howard

What is Ballet?

What is Ballet?

“What is ballet?” you asked!
Is it a sport?
or is it an art?
Can someone explain it well?
or is it impossible?
Truth is,
it is not a sport,
nor is it an art.
It is an unique combination of the two.
It is just as physically demanding as any other sport.
but moreover,
it is not complete without
the sense of art,
the sense of expression
and the sense of love.
And yet,
it cannot be explained,
it has to be danced!

By: Joany Macaroni