Category: Poetry

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Old Glory – An Essay by Evangelo Morris

We are living in a time that will ring in the Great Awakening. We are waking up. Some of us sooner than others. Some being brave in the face of fear. While other stand back, questioning, still trying to figure out where they will fit in. It doesn’t matter where you are in the process of this period of awakening. It only matters that you keep your eyes open. That you don’t bury your head in the sand. We all need to question what we read, or watch on TV. We all need to politely listen to each other and search for the answers that await us. We are in the same boat. We all share our human connection. And here in the united states of America we share a flag. I hope Mr. Morris doesn’t mind my posting this video on my blog. When I listen to him speak about Old Glory he reminds me that our flag represents more than the aspiration of freedom. It represents our ability as a Nation to come together. To come together as individuals, that as a collective, form the fabric of our great Nation. https://www.bitchute.com/video/VFrPIVIBMpu1/ We are woven together, many colors standing strong as a People and nothing can put us under. Now is the time for us to come together as the great Nation the rest of the world sees in us. We set the example that others want to follow. Let’s show them how it’s done. God Bless America. Fair Use Notice: This article could contain some copyrighted material whose use has not been authorized by the copyright owners. We believe that this not-for-profit, educational, and/or criticism or commentary use on the Web constitutes a fair use of the copyrighted material (as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. If you wish to use this copyrighted material for purposes that go beyond fair use, you must obtain permission from the copyright owner. Fair Use notwithstanding we will immediately comply with any copyright owner who wants their material removed or modified, wants us to link to their web site, or wants us to add their photo.
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Days Gone By – I Miss My Dancing Girls

I thank God everyday that I was able to keep my children safe as they grew up. I wish every child could grow up in a safe environment.

It’s been a while since I shared poetry. When I read this one, I can’t help but smile. My children have long since grown and are living lives of their own. But when I read this it brings back fond memories of childhood dancing shoes. I love my dancing girls.

  Dancing Girls  

I watch you dance around the room
I say to you “it’s bedtime soon”
You giggle as you twirl away
I laugh as I try to say
The day is gone, It’s time for bed
You look at me and shake your head
The day has ended night has come
The time is now you must succumb
So put away your dancing shoes
And take your tutu to your room
But mom
We want to dance all night
We want to dance to get it right
Someday we’ll be upon the stage
I’m thinking now “What is their age”?
I smile again but with the eye
You look at me as you sigh
You bow your head and drag your feet
But at the stairs, we meet
I smile at you as I say
Tomorrow is another day
You can dance again and dream
You can laugh and play and scheme
But for now, it’s time for bed
I know it’s something you both dread
I watch as you climb the stairs
The stairs are steep but you don’t care
I smile as you climb into bed
As I think I shake my head
You’re growing fast time’s racing by
I tuck you in and release a sigh
As I recall your giggles and twirls 
You are my beautiful dancing girls.

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Sandbox

When my girls were children they spent hours outside. Usually playing in the sandbox under the swing set, I built for them. I often think about those simple days gone by. This poem was a way to remember the good old days.

Sand Box

I look out my back window

At where you used to play

I smile as I remember

All the sunny days

I recall your laughter

As I’d sit and watch you play

In the sandbox that I built for you

Where you’d want to spend the day

At times the sand became a tower

And then it would be gone

Only to become a creation

That came from your precious mind

No matter what you built or made

I loved to watch you play

In the sandbox that I built for you

Those were special days

You’ve since grown up

And moved away

But the memories they remain

The sandbox that I built for you

Will never be the same

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I Am Arjuna – Bhagavad Gita

I am Arjuna. I am he, who’s called to fight. To kill. To liberate.

The image that stares back at me is fighting with she who studies that body, that spirit, that soul. The soul that signed the contract that would teach her who she truly is.

My dark night of the soul pulls me into the depth of my inner self. It struggles with the lives I have lived in this one lifetime. My soul now calls me to see myself, not as the flesh and blood that walks the earth today. But to see my divine nature.

I am now called to the struggle between life and death. No, not suicide. I am called to awaken. It is time to see my soul self and be that which the creator created me to be.

Love.

I am Arjuna. I am he, who listens to the teacher.

When I study the image of the face looking back at me, I stare into the eyes that are the window to the soul.

I am called to fight, yet I love. How can I destroy that which I have become comfortable with, that which I have grown to know so intimately.

The struggles I’ve lived with and survived, are now part of me. I cling to them as a drowning person would cling to the life vest. It is all I know.

I am Arjuna. I am he, the brave warrior.

I am called to face my fears. To stare down that which challenges me. That which stirs within me, the ultimate fight or flight nature.

The longer I stand in front of the image, the greater the need to know the truth.

I am love, yet I am called by the inner stirring to fight. I now fight for the love that is buried deep within, waiting to be rescued.

I long to breathe the fresh air and feel the warmth of the sun shining on my face. I long to be released from the prison of which I place myself. It is time to be released from the dark night that has held me in a state of nothingness.

I am Arjuna. I am he who rejoices in the light.

Darkness recedes as the light fills my soul. Beckoning me to shine, a light so bright it lights up the world.

I am the expression of my soul. My true divine self has risen and continues to shine bringing forth a love so great it will never be contained.

I am Arjuna.

We are all Arjuna.