“I Kneel a Sweet Command”
by Gene Stewart
I can’t believe in kneeling down
Men demand we kneel, not gods
I’m not a man who bows my head
It matters not if I am owned
Forced obeisance mocks respect
Fear breeds hate to murder love
Dread is predator to joy
Free is nothing that’s released
A truth once taught is only man’s
Intrepid reach finds perfect height
Thought is father to a life
Light makes warmth a sweet command
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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Life In Air - poem
“Life In Air”
by
Gene Stewart
A man’s love enflames
A woman’s sustains
In our drought
We crave the rains
That quench our doubt
A child’s love blames
A pet’s entrains
In our flight
Silence remains
Companion’s delight
Dry ground
Water-laden air
Seeds twitch
A stormcloud’s shadow
Gravid airflow
Skyclad witch
Spiral despair
Sky bound
Ungiven gift of names
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by
Gene Stewart
A man’s love enflames
A woman’s sustains
In our drought
We crave the rains
That quench our doubt
A child’s love blames
A pet’s entrains
In our flight
Silence remains
Companion’s delight
Dry ground
Water-laden air
Seeds twitch
A stormcloud’s shadow
Gravid airflow
Skyclad witch
Spiral despair
Sky bound
Ungiven gift of names
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Monday, June 30, 2008
Waiting for Better
“Waiting For Better”
by
W B Kek
We touched the moon a dozen times
Before we fell to earth
Where hunger rots the feast of peace
And war is all we’re worth.
It costs ourselves, our children, too,
To keep the fighting stoked.
We burn what graces sins accrue
As death gods we invoke.
“Forget the heights, explore the depths,”
Our battle cry implores.
And yet a glimmer far above us
Calls to distant shores
The best of us, their spark not dead --
Ambitions unfulfilled.
If few respond, at least those few
May justify blood spilled
And leave behind this legacy
Of taunting every fate
In favor of a higher goal.
The worst comes as we wait
For better lives.
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by
W B Kek
We touched the moon a dozen times
Before we fell to earth
Where hunger rots the feast of peace
And war is all we’re worth.
It costs ourselves, our children, too,
To keep the fighting stoked.
We burn what graces sins accrue
As death gods we invoke.
“Forget the heights, explore the depths,”
Our battle cry implores.
And yet a glimmer far above us
Calls to distant shores
The best of us, their spark not dead --
Ambitions unfulfilled.
If few respond, at least those few
May justify blood spilled
And leave behind this legacy
Of taunting every fate
In favor of a higher goal.
The worst comes as we wait
For better lives.
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