PEACE POETRY

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Comment by desmond dillon on June 8, 2012 at 1:08pm

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   Each man is in his Spectre's power

until the arrival of that hour

   When his humanity awake

and cast his Spectre into the lake.

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 from Jerusalem  by William Blake

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Comment by desmond dillon on June 1, 2012 at 2:11pm

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let us fall in love again

and scatter gold dust all over the world.

let us become new spring

and feel the breeze drift in heavens scent.

let us dress the earth in green

and like the sap of a young tree

let the grace from within sustain us.

let us carve gems out of our stony hearts

and let them light our path of love.

the glance of love is crystal clear

and we are blessed by its light.

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         Rumi           'Hidden Music'

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Comment by desmond dillon on May 21, 2012 at 1:43pm

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beloved one i do not know anymore

if i am on earth or in heaven!

do not hand me the wine

bring it to my lips,

i am so drunk

i cannot find the way

to my mouth.

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             Rumi

Comment by Lothar Seifert on May 1, 2012 at 2:49pm

♥♥♥ Mother's Day ♥♥♥

Comment by desmond dillon on April 28, 2012 at 10:34am

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I praised you in the day 

but never knew it.

I slept with you at night

but never knew it.

I believed I was myself

 but I was You

and never knew it.

Rumi.

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Comment by desmond dillon on April 24, 2012 at 3:22pm

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the sick rose

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O Rose thou art sick

the invisible worm

that flies in the night 

in the howling storm:

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has found out thy bed

of crimson joy:

and his dark secret love

does thy life destroy.

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William Blake  (1757-1827)

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Comment by desmond dillon on March 16, 2012 at 10:30am

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... troubled by questions all my life

like a madman i have been

knocking at the door.

    It opened!!

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I had been knocking from the inside.

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               Rumi.

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Comment by desmond dillon on March 8, 2012 at 12:17pm

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                    Ozymandias

i met a traveler from an antique land

who said 'two vast and trunkless legs of stone

stand in the desert. near them on the sand

half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown

and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

tell that its sculptor  well those passions read

which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.

the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

and on the pedestal these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias king of kings

look on my works ye mighty and despair!

nothing beside remains. round the decay

of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

the lone and level sands stretch far away.'

  by  Percy Bysshe Shelley  1871

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Comment by desmond dillon on February 26, 2012 at 9:43am

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............................    distraction  .......................

 ' round and round like a circle within a spiral

           or a deal within a deal

 never ending or beginning 

           in a never ending reel'

Comment by desmond dillon on February 5, 2012 at 12:45pm

   click below for  '  the laughing heart '

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