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| Adams, Patricia |
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| Adelana[], ad |
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| Ahearn, Albert |
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| Ahmad, Syed Amaan |
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| Crisci, Andrew |
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| Wheels On, My Gull |
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Lying awake abed and all slept out
I listened to the falling morning rain.
The pitter-patter landing in the spout
Made rhythmic sounds while flowing down the drain.
In vain I tried composing rhyme to it
Instead I found myself just mesmerized.
The drip, drip, tap, tap I must admit
Had totally rendered me hypnotized.
While in this early morning conscience sleep
An inner voice of mine began to speak:
You are a fool to think while angel’s weep
The muse will help you in the quest you seek.
When the rain stops and angels dry their eyes
It’s only then a poem can be devised.
The images and the words
come so fast, and
with such urgency,
that everything
assumes the same importance;
"With ATand T there is...
Look whacha done with a dollar, a
dollar?...
Next week at the Cow Palace...
Levitz' stock reduction sale...
Stay tuned for weather and reports
on the disaster..."
We are going to war and hundreds
and thousands of people like you and me
will be killed.
But how would you know and
of what importance is it anyway,
when mentioned in the same breath as
"Julia Robert's home movies with her
kids...
Milk and cereal bars...you can store all this
at Public Storage just call 1-800..."
If all this was going on in one person's
head
we'd think insanity, but it is in all
our heads.
The T.V. sage wisely intones that there is
"Irony in tragedy" but don't
think too deeply on it.
People died, people will die...
It really hardly touches you...
or me.
"In news around the bay today...
one lawsuit will be filed in the case...
Eastbound 24 is cleared, stay tuned...
eat fresh!... This could pave the way for
military action...taste the wonders
of Chile...priority mail...
clear skies and just a few high clouds
in the best place to live in the world"
I wonder what time sunrise is
in Baghdad?
Father, God, you taught me how,
With happy heart, before you, bow.
You took my fears, though I was lost,
And nailed them with you on the cross.
Mercy’s love has shown your grace
And how to boldly seek your face.
All burdens offered you, each one,
I lay before your righteous throne.
There was a man that loved me once
For his soul, I need assurance.
A child of nine, I knew not why,
My favorite grandpa had to die.
Your truth not know to me those days,
Too young to walk the narrow way.
With heavy heart, my tears long wept,
Did he, your sacrifice, accept?
To Heaven’s gate I lift my prayer
Will Papa lovingly meet me there?
Oh, how I wish back then I knew
Salvation prayers are sent through you.
Did others pray his soul be saved
So he’d accept the price you paid?
All things you know, then, as today,
But did you hear this prayer I pray?
In your Omniscience, I rely
That years ago you heard my cry.
If when he lived you knew my need
I, for his soul, now intercede.
It's a fishbowl world
with a swimming wall between
People come and go
with a swish!
into some hidden hole but
As you hover
in some mind-suspended state
You think you're in control but?
You AINT!
Those without appear to glint
comic fat to conical
undulating intermittent
From the gravel bottom
does an alabaster castle rise
white snow white
cresting flotsam pouring light
but
Oh it's a dizzy downward spin you're in
poor thing sated in the bowl
world's most anguished misunderstood soul
Then settling on the gravel floor
harbinger of fright
Behold!
the castle door
Within black as night!
On the bottom
in the sand
there is a golden coin
deposited by angel band
Now!
on your belly FLOP!
Recover what's been covered up
Oh dig thee most urgently
with whiskey stained nails
What depth of passion
are you now capable of
love hate
begging strength from Him above
Alas though
lungs and body spent given up
last drop of Soul
has slowly bubbled up
Those above
beyond that surface wall
of undulating glass
continue oblivious
in parade to pass
Autum has come to the land,
Only barren trees will stand.
Red, brown, russet and gold
Colors so beautiful, bright and bold.
Leaves gently drop off the tree,
One by one gathering around my knee.
They drop silently making no sound,
Gathering on the ground all around.
The colors of autum now all gone,
For summer days we will long.
Winter is about to drop her coat,
The land will become desolate and remote.
A little nonsense
Can be fun,
As long as it
Doesn't hurt anyone.
Try to type nothing.
Try to remember the beginning.
Try to find the spirit of the non-words.
The sound that makes a bell ring.
Try to remember the sound.
It was a waveless sea of light, wasn't it?
Try to remember it---being louder.
And try not to tear out your eyes in your process,
Or anything else .
Try to summon that ageless, silent sound
By not typing anything.
I was put on this planet
with a mission to accomplish,
and enthusiasm is my reason to exist;
I take nothing in stride...
not keeping watch on my enemy,
and try to live peacefully...
knowing that I will die
without a grudge on my sigh!
Is that a mere coincidence
that I follow in the footsteps
of the few who lived for peace and liberty,
and rejected glory for modesty?
Mockery wasn't a cause
for their dire or distress...
to dissuade them from anything
they had said; there was no wall dividing words
from action,to distort their meaning,
because they were loud and clear!
I dont simulate or imitate the monarch,
and please the well-to-do
who dress lavishly and have a lot:
my living is a simple song...
a harmony with a beautiful sound;
I show pity, and I'm never cruel!
They stare at me, as if I weren't stately...
only cursed with stark poverty;
I don't deny my hunger...a hunger
for different values that stand fast:
I am guided by the starlight,never stagger
or fail to take my stand!
I'm realistic and defined by grace...
to imagine it a mere coincidence:
to have come into existence,
and not fit in any social system
which demands to honor its hypocritical anthem!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Happy New Year (2010)
H aving shelter and the means to keep ourselves
A live doesn’t seem like much to ask, yet many
P eople strive just to pay the rent and somehow keep their
P oor kids fed. Whatever can we say to those who
Y earn for just a bed?
N ow I sit and wonder why we simply don’t
E volve! All the problems that exist, only
W e can solve.
Y es, a New Year’s coming, and I hope we will
E mploy helpfulness for those in need. Let’s bring them love
A nd joy! In this world of woe, we need to be a
R ay of light, glowing, ever glowing though the world seem dark as night.
Andrea Dietrich/ Dec. 24, 2009
Wandering an abandoned path
Fearful, lonely and dismayed
A withered spirit broken by one
For a healing hand I prayed
Lift the pain bestowed upon me
Release me from this hell
Assure me now that I am loved
Exalt the heart that fell
No sooner than I spoke these words
You knelt and took my hand
Who are you, why are you here
An answer I demand
I am not an Angel heavensent
Although I could pretend
I am just man that sees your pain
And wants to be your friend
I come without false promises
And lie, I wouldn’t dare
I can not erase your painful past
Or deminish the burdens you bear
There was something in his gentle voice
That set my soul at ease
We walked and talked for hours
Along the river lined with trees
Hours turned to days then weeks
He never left my side
He’d lift me up each time I stumbled
And brush off my foolish pride
Then one day it occured to me
My painful past had been erased
Gone were the burdens that I carried
With peace and love they’ve been replaced
Then I remembered the day we met
You said you were my friend
You said you’d never lie to me
On that I could depend
You said you weren’t an Angel
Sent from heavens door
How could you tell such lies
You are that and so much more
Wolf
Grey, alpha
Howling, braying, hunting
Stalk, wander, bark, defend
Playing, sleeping, loving
Watchful, loyal
Dog
1996 when any music styles created became instant hits
To much R&B, rock, rap and any other genre that fits
I remember waking up early, to see my mom say hay hun
Well, she thought that but truth was I was waiting on sailer moon and pokemon
Walking to the bust stop is in good memory like yesterday
Jump the fence then take the cut and hide out until the bus rode away
I still can smell the summers I shared with my loyal crew
Entire days of hide n’ seek, manhunt, freeztag, and any other thing we wanted to do
Once I argued with my brother because he had taken my favorite color
Not just any color, but this was the green ranger, and he could’ve chose in any other
We settled this the way all things were handle back then
Paper, rock, scissors, any many mighty mo best 2 out 3, and over and over again
That contest weren’t based off skill or talent within, but somehow we thought the winners
were the real men
I won the contest of men and then we would begin, every neighborhood kid chose a fictional
character to be
After selections were made the battle royal start and quickly in and in catastrophe
Johny Twisted his ankle, jasmine was cut with a roof shingle, and then there was I
Thoughts of Ohh man I’m the greatest power ranger ever before my mother would use her
belt to make me cry
Im whipping you out of love she would say
I would think I love you to so is it possible we could turn this in my favor the other way
Then the days would fade
And rest for another day 1996 chaos in craze,
Just like yesterday, yep those were the days
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