![]() peace be with theeA Poem by Donald Meikle![]() One for the rest Heh heh heh![]()
Rise
Born To love, or hate Right or sin Destroy, create Not give a hang. One yin one yang Balanced to swing Time's tapping drum Shrill pipes blown As we war with ourselves Over land we cant own. Into which we all drop, Improving the crop. So seeds we have sown, Can become what weve known. Until later weve grown, Into something were fated to be. angelic devils and devilish angels Eternally lonely and free. Imagine a world full of graveyards As churches cathedrals inspire us We can dance twixt the tombs. till eternity comes, To polish the stones, and admire us. The peace of mankind. that he just couldnt find in the warmth of the earths cooling fire, Is finally there to enjoy and compare, To lost trees. and dead seas. and green clouds. We can rock and roll turning Over in turn, Silently screaming in shrouds. While the one and the only ever so lonely Fool on the hill can attest. To the time and the cost, With the rhymes of the lost, Written in stone for the rest. © 2008 Donald MeikleReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 25, 2008 Author![]() Donald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more..Writing
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