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Orphani
Jan 16, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

word

word
what are you
if not red with blood
a blind scribbling
mothers milk screams
crushed in the soil
lifeless little fingers
protrude from the earths anger
the dreams no longer hold you

word
cry the life back into the
love I held for you my daughter
my son,a moment ago when you smiled
the joy that gave my life meaning
can these words cry the life into you
let my words die with you there
let them return with your blood I taste
into the red clay of weeping
tears of tomorrow line the dead streets
in loves unborn

word
I hate myself
why am I not there
instead of you
— Orphani, Jan 16, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

There’s a picture of a

There's a picture of a naked mother and child, face down on a dump truck, (the first gathered) grey with dirt and debris, the child's hand across the mother's shoulder. This image more than anything haunts me. Words are made flesh. And then disappear, swallowed up by the earth or by man's reckless and apathetic hands. Sometimes ignorant and sometimes willfully inhuman. Thank you Barry. I love you. ~A
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Ow what painful sorrows

OH painful truth this life now stolen from the womb of earth's fine crust now turned to dust we swoon and die with you, your tendrils finding fire from roots above we drown into your flames of red and sighing full of love, for those in pain again and yet again, the toll is terrible the strain is tight and fearful bright sharp arrows of its strife strike to our hearts, they bleed, they bleed for you that's life not art so suddenly we depart. Ann.
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Ecclesiastes 3 >> American

Ecclesiastes 3 >> American King James Version -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. 9 What profit has he that works in that wherein he labors? 10 I have seen the travail, which God has given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. 11 He has made every thing beautiful in his time: also he has set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God makes from the beginning to the end. 12 I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life. 13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labor, it is the gift of God. 14 I know that, whatever God does, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God does it, that men should fear before him. 15 That which has been is now; and that which is to be has already been; and God requires that which is past. 16 And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there. 17 I said in my heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work. 18 I said in my heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts. 19 For that which befalls the sons of men befalls beasts; even one thing befalls them: as the one dies, so dies the other; yes, they have all one breath; so that a man has no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. 20 All go to one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again. 21 Who knows the spirit of man that goes upward, and the spirit of the beast that goes downward to the earth? 22 Why I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

Barry, darling, are you sure

Barry, darling, are you sure you're not a priest or monk? I have to admit it, I've never met a man I am falling in love with who is (it seems to me) a biblical scholar...it is somewhat disconcerting. I had visions of you playing the violin to soothe my *Frankenstein** soul... not reading from the bible. But let's talk, Beloved. Love, Anna **picture Young Frankenstein, if you will. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7KAK4VpVJI&feature=related
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 4 months ago

Oh Barry

With all the fun and frivolity on Neo in the last while this has struck the heart of my compassion. Your words the red clay of weeping Sums up the now but also the time yet to come for all who are left alive there. I had to read this and come back to write . Ann says it so elequently above but for me the words are still stuck deep in my throat Seabhac
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Our depth of pain and joy is

Our depth of pain and joy is what makes us poets.Thank you S; I know you share this great sorrow with many of us here. B
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

You’ve missed blogs and

You've missed blogs and poems from other poets (including mine), my dear Seabhac. It is never *all* fun & frivolity at Neopoet...not if one happens to read all that is available here. That's the beauty of Neo. ~A
Seren

Seren

16 years 4 months ago

Powerfully heartwrenching

Powerfully heartwrenching poem ... I dont have anything to add this time ... other than its seriously well writen ... we appreciate you Barry Love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Tragedies go on in our lives

Tragedies go on in our lives and in the lives of others.It should make us aware of how precious life is not only in our own lives, but in the lives of our brothers and sisters, with whom we share this planet.Thanks for your supportJayne. B
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lyz

16 years 4 months ago

Dear, dear man.

I for once have no words to say. Except, Bravo and A+. I too, thank you, with a lump in my throat.. Love Lyz. XX