Please Note: All above images (Except the one of Frankie), were by taken by Derrick Knight, and he kindly allows me to reproduce his wonderful photos here on my poetry website. If you wish, you may visit his fabulous Site via this link > https://derrickjknight.com/2023/05/17/baby-species/
Today’s post is a poem (Originally titled “Between the Lines”) that I revised/rehashed this morning … I might be wrong, but will I ever be right …
“And I have carried on this war. Though no one wins an endless fight. I have claimed that God has guided me. And killed to prove I’m right.”Lyrics From Damien Rice’s song, “What if I’m wrong”
Between Lines, Who Holds the Power
Do you see, a man walking on water?
Did you see, his feet were bleeding?
Do you read, the missing scriptures?
Did you read, your own family tree?
Do you hear, speechless angels singing?
Did you hear, the songbirds crying?
Do you feel, the erased wars calling?
Did you feel, the hard rains falling?
Do you know, the ones who are lying?
Did you know, the refugees are dying?
“What If I’m Wrong”, Lyrics, by Damien Rice
I could wrestle with tomorrow Until tomorrow’s in the past Because I have torn apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts I have stayed locked behind these doors To show there’s no way out I got lost within the space between The question and the doubt I have built a wall between
What I believed and what is true I have sacrificed the love I had For power over you
I have convicted those who disagree And walked over the weak I have placed a gun within the mouth Of those who dared to speak
And on an ordinary day In an ordinary way I have crushed the minds of children With extraordinary shame
And I have carried on this war Though no one wins an endless fight I have claimed that God has guided me And killed to prove I’m right
What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong What if I’m wrong
Is this soul worth saving at all? Cause if I lose my wings then surely I must fall And the gods prayed to the gods they made
We could wrestle with tomorrow until tomorrow’s in the past We could tear apart what’s beautiful To prove that nothing lasts
We could stay locked behind the doors To show there’s no way out We could get lost within the space between The question and the doubt
Today the Wednesday Challenge on Weekly Prompts is: Neighbours. Please go and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> Here … One of my nearby ‘Neighbours’ happens to be the “Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe”
Our table and my “treats” … Frankie getting his back patted.
Frankie waiting for his “treats” and waiting for me to finish this poem
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Let Us Grow (a Memento)”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/let-us-grow/
“The Great Gates Of Kiev”, Writer(s): Greg Lake, Keith Noel Emerson How amazingly appropriate for todays world, written in 1971
Come forth, from love’s pyre Born in life’s fire, Born in life’s fire Come forth, from love’s pyre In the burning, of our yearning For life to be And in pain there will (must) be gain New Life!
Stirring in salty streams And dark hidden seams Where the fossil sun gleams
They were, sent from (to) the gates Ride the tides of fate Ride the tides of fate They were, sent from (to) the gates In the burning of our yearning For life to be
At Weekly Prompts the Wednesday Challenge is the word: BELONGING. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Below is my poem about how we all belong to this World, and we all want peace …
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