Poetry
• Venice Love Song - Mary
Getlein
• Patiently I sit on the sand -
Jim Mussio
• Crime Scene - Sherman
Pearl
• How many more need to die for a
lie? - B.B. Shapiro
• bird talk -
Hillary Kaye
VENICE LOVE
SONG
by Mary
Getlein
I had fun
today!
listening to the drums and
Ibraham’s singing
listening and dancing
to the drums,
The saxes, the
guitars,
loving it
--
happy happy
drumming--
lovely dancers, dancing on the
boardwalk Ocean breezes blowing in
Tourists
walking walking walking past
Little kids and
young girls stopping to dance,
to vibrate
with the drumming of the drums
happy happy
drumming
Beautiful young girl dancing with
her pet snake
Beauty all around us
--
Just stop + look + you will see
--
You will hear the music vibrate to your
soul
The drums will shake you up and make
your
heart move
----
You need to hear the jungle beat to
live,
to lighten up, to
move
to get up and shake your body to the
Earth’s
rhythms...
My
favorite birds, seagulls, sailing over our
heads,
while
below,
us land animals are dancing
around,
the only things flying are our
spirits,
and the music we
make,
the songs we
sing,
The love we flow to each other
....
Smiling happy people possessed with
the
power of music, running, strumming to the
beat
Hearing the magic of the music and
not
letting go of it
--
holding it and passing it back and
forth
to each
other
letting it run up and down in our
heads
and our
bodies...
the drums build and build to a wall
of sound
and come crashing down again and
move
back up
--
Kind of like the waves behind
us
building up and crashing down again
...
Yeah, this is why I live
here,
because I can come here on the
weekends
and be a part of
this...
Keep dancing, you crazy music
people.
-----------
Patiently
I sit on the sand
With nothing but
emptiness holding my hand
beautiful things
surrounding my space
expressions of
loneliness shaping my face
with no stability
in thought, I often question my time
a search
for purpose and reason to live on
but all of
a sudden, captured in the corner of my eye
a
wave so perfect one could hardly deny
a
powerful splash breaking down at the end
only
to drift off having accomplished its plan
And
only then -- did it occur to me
how there are
so many signs that I fail to see
I too came
in this world for a reason you see
Just like
the powerful wave -- once lost and alone at
sea
I must keep growing into the man I'm
supposed to be
For when the time comes for me
to be seen
only then will I realize what it
means to be me.
Jim
Mussio
------------
CRIME
SCENE
By Sherman
Pearl
Yellow police tape strung coast
to coast, border to border --
do not cross,
do not disturb the environment
--
investigation in progress, bodies of
martyrs and polar bears
outlined in chalk,
DNA drawn from fallen trees.
Justice in
progress here, closing in on the
terrorists.
All we need is clear
evidence. All we have now
are suspicions, the
secretive atmosphere,
whispered
rumors
that so-and-so was declared an enemy
and carted away.
Who's to blame for
this suffocating air?
Who raised sea levels
so high that democracy drowned?
No
shortage of suspects--we've traced
footprints
to Washington,truth-sniffing dogs
circle the White House
and still,convictions
elude us.
You who stand gawking at the
remains of old glories
Move along!
Nothing here you can't see at home.
Go back
to your own neighborhood.
Yellow police tape
surrounds your
house.
------------
HOW
MANY MORE NEED TO DIE FOR A LIE?
By B.B.
Shapiro
How many soldiers need to have
died?
Americans and Iraqis killed on both
sides
How many, how many
more?
Before we realize, we are fighting the
wrong war.
At first we were told it was
“WMDs”
And then it was for
“Peace in the Middle East”
Now
Bush says it’s for the sake of
Democracy
Is Iran next? What is it going to
be?
After all, shouldn’t we
remember
It was Al Queda who attacked us on
the 11th of September
It wasn’t the
Iraqis as we were led to believe
How much
longer must we continue to grieve?
How many more must die for the wrong
reason?
And yet those against the war are
accused of treason.
The war in Iraq was a
perfect disguise
A political tactic to create
fear with lies.
How many soldiers need to have
died?
While our own Democracy, is being
denied.
Waging this war is pure
hypocrisy
What’s worse is justifying
it, for the sake of Democracy.
Democracy can’t be achieved at a point
of a gun
By sacrificing the lives our brave
daughters and sons
“Exporting our
Democracy is Good” we are told
But
Democracy isn’t a commodity to be bought and
sold.
How many parents have lost a
child?
How many orphans are there on both
sides?
How many casualties and
amputees?
How many unnecessary deaths are
there going to be?
How many soldiers need to have
died?
Americans and Iraqis killed on both
sides
How many, how many
more
Before - we realize, we are fighting the
wrong
war?
-------------
bird
talk
By Hillary
Kaye
the birds will talk, they will
frighten you
with their ability to speak out
frighten you with their
unreasoned methods
and tireless rhythms.
the air folds up and is
taken away....on stretchers
the earth recoils
and gives with equanimity....
it speaks to
the dawn and the nighttime....both holy
moments
the hummingbirds are small but mighty
they live in midair extravagantly
oh how low
to the ground we are in our search
we miss so
many stars
the sky is full of
meteors
infinity touches us even when we
don’t notice
Posted: Sun - October 1, 2006 at 01:30 PM