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Native American
WHAT WILL WE TELL OUR CHILDREN
WHEN THE WOLVES ARE GONE
WHAT WILL WE TELL THEM
WHEN THE ELDERS ARE GONE
LIKE THE WOLVES
THE ELDERS ARE OUR HISTORY
WHO WILL TEACH THE OLD WAYS
IF THEY ARE FORGOTTEN
THE AGED EYES OF THE ELDERS
ARE WISE AND FULL OF KNOWLEDGE
THEY CARRY HISTORY WITHIN THEM
WILL YOU LISTEN TO THEIR SONG
THE WISE EYES OF THE WOLF
HAVE LEARNED TO SURVIVE THRU' PLENTY
AND THRU' THE TIMES OF LITTLE
THEY ARE TRUE SURVIVORS
THE ELDERS PASS THE OLD WAYS
ONTO THE YOUNGER GENERATION
BUT WHO WILL LISTEN
TO THEIR SONG
THE WOLVES PASS THEIR OLD WAYS
ONTO THE YOUNGER GENERATION
BUT WHO WILL LISTEN
WHEN THEIR SONG IS FOREVER SILENCED
COPYRIGHT 2011
MOURNING DOVE
Tags: NATIVE AMERICAN POETRY
 POSEIDON HEAR OUR PLEA... 
WE KEEP WATCH EACH DAY
HOPING WE WON'T BE DISCOVERED
LET THEM THINK ATLANTIS IS JUST A MYTH
THEY CHART THEIR MAPS
AND USE THEIR SONAR TECHNOLOGY
POSEIDON KEEP US HIDDEN FROM THEIR WORLD
THEY HAVE ALREADY POISONED
THEIR LAND AND OUR SEAS
THE TOXINS HAVE AFFECTED US TOO
THEY WOULD DESTROY ATLANTIS
IF THEY KNEW WHERE IT IS
WE WOULD CEASE TO EXIST IF WE WERE FOUND
THEY WOULD CAPTURE US
AND PUT US UNDER THEIR MICROSCOPES
OR PUT US IN AN EXHIBIT AT SEA WORLD
WE WOULD DIE IN THEIR WORLD
WE ARE TRUE ATLANTIANS
THIS IS OUR HOME, OUR SANCTUARY
COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: SURREAL PICTURE CHALLENGE
 HOW I WISH THINGS WERE DIFFERENT
AND YOU WERE STILL ALIVE
AND YOU WEREN'T DEPRESSED
AND YOU WEREN'T BIPOLAR
HOW I MISS THIS FACE OF YOURS
SMILING AT ME
LAUGHING WITH ME
LAUGHING AT ME
HOW I MISS YOUR VOICE MICHAEL
CALLING ME MOM
TELLING ME YOU LOVE ME
PROMISING YOU'D NEVER TAKE YOUR LIFE
HOW I REMEMBER THAT HOT SUNDAY IN JULY
THE COPS CAME TO MY HOUSE
TO TELL ME
YOU WERE DEAD FROM SUICIDE
HOW I REMEMBER THE SUDDEN STAB OF PAIN
THAT GRIPPED MY HEART
THAT PURGED MY STOMACH
AND LEFT ME DEVASTATED
HOW COULD I LIVE WITH THIS GRIEF
OF LOSING A CHILD
MY ONE AND ONLY SON
MY SIDEKICK AND MY FRIEND
HOW FAST TIME HAS PASSED SINCE THEN
AND I AM HEALING DAY BY DAY
MINUTE BY MINUTE
AND TEAR BY TEAR
HOW HARD WERE THE HOLIDAYS WITH YOU GONE
AND YOUR FIRST BIRTHDAY IN HEAVENAND THE ANNIVERSARY
OF YOUR DEATH
HOW FAR I HAVE HEALED SINCE THEN
MY FAITH HAS GIVEN ME STRENGTH
TO DO WHAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE
AND THAT WAS TO LET YOU GO
COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
*IN MEMORY OF MY SON MICHAEL; WHO COMMITTED SUICIDE IN 2009*
Tags: GRIEF POETRY
THE LEGEND OF THE SUNFLOWER 
TWAS' LEGEND THAT THE SUNFLOWER
WAS BORN FROM RAYS OF SUN
ON A WARM SPRING DAY
A SUNSHOWER PLANTED SEEDS
THE BRIGHT YELLOW FLOWER
BORE MANNA FROM HEAVEN ITSELF
TO FEED NATURES CREATURES
AND MANKIND AS WELL
BORN OF THE SUN ITSELF
IT COULD WITHSTAND HEAT AND DROUGHT
WITH FLOWERS THAT GROW BIG AS DINNER PLATES
IT RINGS THE DINNER BELL
WHEN THE SEEDS GET SO ABUNDANT
IT DROOPS IT HEAVY HEAD
SO WHEN IT FALLS IT CAN FEED
CREATURES THAT CAN'T FLY
THE SEEDS ARE SALTY
AND HAVE A NUTTY TASTE
THE OIL PRESSED FROM THE SEEDS
HAS HEALING PROPERTIES
THE SUN MADE SURE IT'S PRESENCE
COULD BE SEEN ON EVEN THE CLOUDIEST OF DAYS
BY GRACING THE SOIL WITH DROPS OF SUN
IN THE FORM OF THE SUNFLOWER
COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: SUNNY SUNDAY WITH SPIRIT FREE
SHE ROAMS THE MOORS AT NIGHT
HOWLING AT THE FULL MOON
DAMN THIS CURSE ANYWAY
I NEVER HAD A CHOICE
BITTEN BY A PREDATOR LATE ONE NIGHT
COMING HOME FROM WORK
WALKING BRISTLY IN THE DARK
FEELING A CHILL IN THE AIR
TWAS' AN EVIL WIND
THAT BLEW THAT COLD AUTUMN NIGHT
UNDERNEATH THE HARVEST MOON
MY SOUL HE DID REAP
HIS PUTRID BREATH
SICKENED ME AS HE STOOD OVER ME
YELLOW FANGS BIT INTO ME
AS I LAY HELPLESS ON THE GROUND
BUT FOR THE SUN
THAT WAS APPEARING ON THE HORIZON
HE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE KILLED ME
LEFT ME THERE TO ROT
I WAS THANKFUL
FOR THE SUN THAT SAVED ME
THE NIGHT I ALMOST DIED
BUT NOW I CURSE THE SUN
I CANNOT ENJOY
A STUNNING SUNRISE EACH MORN
I AM DOOMED TO LIVE IN DARKNESS NOW
AND PROWL 'NEATH THE FULL MOON
A CREATURE IS WHAT I'VE BECOME
A HAIRY BEAST WITH A TASTE FOR FLESH
I'VE BECOME JUST LIKE THE PREDATOR
THAT GAVE ME THIS DISEASE
COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: SONNETS SATURDAY SOUND
123Friendster.com - More Christian Comments
OVER TWO THOUSAND YEARS AGO
GOD CAME UP WITH AN AMAZING PLAN
HIS HEART ACHED AS HE LOOKED BELOW
OBSERVING THE WOEFUL LIFE OF MAN
THERE WERE FAR TOO MANY PATHS
THAT LED TO SORROW AND DESTRUCTION
HIS SOLUTION CAME FROM SIMPLE MATH
IN THE FORM OF BASIC ADDITION
ONE CROSS AND THREE BIG NAILS
EQUALED FOUR...AS IN FORGIVEN
HIS SON WOULD POST EVERYONES BAIL
THIS GIFT OF LOVE WAS GOD-GIVEN
THE BLOOD OF JESUS MADE A PATH
THAT LEADS US TO THE FOOT OF HIS CROSS
WE ALL ESCAPED GOD'S GREAT WRATH
BY EACH DROP OF THE LAMBS BLOODLOSS
HE BUILT A BRIDGE FROM MAN TO GOD
FROM THE PATH OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
PAINFUL WAS THE FINAL ROAD HE TROD
HIS CROSS THE KEY THAT GIVES US ACCESS
COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: FRIDAY BYWAYS WITH BARBARA
A NEW WAY TO FISH
WITH MUSIC AND SONG
SHE CHARMS THE FISH
WHILE I SIT WITH MY POLE
AND NO FISH ARE AROUND
I PICKED THE BEST OF BAIT
FAT NIGHTCRAWLERS
SURE TO LURE A TROUT
BUT ALL I DO IS DROWN THE WORM
AND THEY FLOCK TO THE MUSIC
FISH ARE GETTING PICKY THESE DAYS
MORE CULTURED AND SOPHISTICATED
SO IF THIS IS THE SECRET
TO CATCHING MORE FISH
I'LL HAVE TO BRING MY GUITAR
INSTEAD OF MY POLE
COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
*HAD TO WRITE A FUNNY ONE.*
Tags: SURREAL PICTURE CHALLENGE
YOU CANNOT SILENCE MY SOUL 
THE MUSIC IN MY SOUL
CANNOT BE SILENCED
NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO
THE TUNE OF MY STRINGS
KEEPS YOU BOUND FROM HURTING ME
AND ROBBING ME OF MY SOUL
I'M NOT A CAGED BIRD ANYMORE
ONE FAR GREATER THAN YOU
FREED ME YEARS AGO
I WAS BORN TO BRING PEACE
TO A GENERATIONAL CURSED FAMILY
THIS DOVE WAS BORN TO FLY
EVEN WHEN MY HEART IS SORROWFUL
THE MUSIC IN MY SOUL IS PURGED
WITH WOOD AND METAL STRINGS
I CAN MAKE MUSIC IN JOYOUS MOMENTS
AND IN THE WORST OF TIMES
YOU CANNOT SILENCE MY SOUL
EVIL ONE SLITHER BACK TO HELL
I BOW TO ONLY ONE MASTER
I KNOW HIM AS PAPA GOD
TIS' YOUR OWN FAULT
THE MUSIC IS DEAD IN YOU
YOU GAVE UP HEAVEN...I DIDN'T
COPYRIGHT 2011
DEBBY HARRIS
Tags: SURREAL PICTURE CHALLENGE
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