Brave Souls

Dumb as a doornail,
I can’t speak out –
But what’s this all about,
my pencil is not silenced
by the sounds of a waterfall
or the beating of a drum
or noise of a raging forest fire –

Trees still standing
at the mercy of the blaze
yet to be contained –
a superfluous refrain beckons,
to challenge the flame
in the brains
of Earth’s great minds –

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[from “HIGH FIVE” © 2013 Emma Beane]

Peace

she’s heavy
she carries my weight
We shall bring
My heaven to Earth

You shall see
Come up on My Mountain
speak my name – Aslan…
Heaven’s stars shine
to light the way –
you will protect me

When I was young,
there were always locked doors
to unlock

I shed a tear
You said, “There will be no cause.”
You said, “Lighten your heart.”
You said, “Look up.”
You said, “Sit with me.”
I say, “I will.”

Look out for me
and you shall see
I am a benevolent God

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“THE ESSENTIAL BEING: A Book of The Art” – my 2nd collection

To The Good Doctors / Of Devils v. Angels

[ Disclaimer:  this poem is not speaking ‘of’ DAN as a fallen angel – May he rest-in-peace!!
I merely chose His words to express My feelings of misgiving on personal loss ❤ ]

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Not being one to call a scapegoat, rather one patsy –
defined as ‘a person easily imposed upon or victimized’.
To wit, I think one-hit-wonder, albeit a dash-n-run blunder,
with his ‘saying’, “All you had to do was wait…”
to which I give a reply, “What for, I must implore?
You’re done riding my mind piggy-back all these many years gone by –
eavesdropping so as not to miss a bit of the monologue
without benefit of welcome, nor invitation.”

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[I’m in need of your assistance today, Dan – Sing Me once more]