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Everything at Amazon by and about: Joan Walsh Anglund
1. The arrow
of AMBITION
flies high
but,
missing target,
is deadly
in descent.
2. Child,
who sculptured you,
that
your
face
is
so
like
mine
only
yet
so
much
your
own?
3. What need we TOUCH a CHILD . . .
with our books and rules?
Let him walk among the hills and flowers,
let him gaze upon the waters,
let him look up to the stars . . .
and he will have his WISDOM.
4. How cold
is CONCLUSION
when
BEGINNING
was
so
warm.
5. Like brothers at play,
DOUBT and BELIEF
forever teeter - totter
within my soul.
6. DOUBT did the cutting,
HATE was the knife.
There was only one thrust,
but it severed a life.
. We are separate stars
within
a mutual right.
Against the encompassing darkness
let us
together
light our candles.
2. Be careful
which DREAM
you clutch.....
for DREAMS come true!
3. So often, that which we are
is sacrificed
to that
which we WISH
ourselves
to be.
4. When IDEAS
are
narrow,
they
become
the bars
by
which
a
man
is
imprisoned.
5. The miracle is
that LIFE continues.
The sorrow is
that we do not.
It is not I
who speaks
but LIFE
within me
who has much to say!
2. If you LOVE me,
you will remember.
If you do not,
it is better
that we both forget.
3. One rose
given in LOVE
is remembered more
than roomfuls
given in duty.
4. What matters?
Very little.
Only . . .
the flicker of light
within the darkness,
the feeling of warmth
within the cold,
the knowledge of LOVE
within the void.
5. It is when
we earn LOVE
least
that
we need it
most
1. MEMORY
has many hollows ...
Let me hide
in one.
2. My mind
never tells me ...
Only the MIRROR speaks
of the passing years.
3. For
every
MURDER
I
allow,
I
am
the victim.
4. PEACE is the harvest of LOVE
as
WAR is the fruit of HATE.
5. Like greedy fish,
we bob to the surface
when crumbs of PRAISE
are tossed.
6 Where is the YESTERDAY
that WORRIED us so?
1. SELF
forever paints
her own portrait
across
the wide canvas
of LIFE.
2. SPRING
does
not
ask
an
audience
but
shapes
each
blossom
perfectly,
indifferent
to
applause.
3. Do not be SAD
that you have SUFFERED,
Be GLAD
that you have LIVED.
4. On
the thin line
between dawn
and darkness,
SUNRISE
writes
her
poem.
5. Home!
Bring them home
these children dead
Above each head
we nail a cross.
Oh ... heavy cost!
On children lost
the beast of WAR
is
fed.
6 How easy
the breath
that kills a flame.
How hard
to kindle
that light again.
Cold WORDS kill
and
kind WORDS kindle.
By WORDS withheld,
a dream may dwindle.
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