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Here are some more poems and pictures.
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Moving
Moving is such a pain,
its like dying, then
being born again.
Old, familiar, secure:
people
and places,
rituals and whats sure,
holding on, then letting go.
Forces of chaos rule the day
as strewn boxes
fill empty rooms,
movers sweat, grunt and haul them away.
Too much to remember,
such little time left to do
last
minute minutiae before September.
All is foreign, are we lost?
Starting over again.
Life changes, and it has its
cost:
hearts broken, dreams shattered,
regrets and missed opportunities,
living with mistakes that mattered.
Earth
keeps spinning, rivers keep running,
moving on is inevitable,
pilgrims we till last breath, then homecoming.
-6/09/2001
-Lo Gos
Every day is a gift from God.
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September 11, 2001
Horror, horror everywhere
does anyone really care,
beyond byte time stares
at a world
so cruel, unfair?
Please bow in prayers
of love, peace with justice share,
eradicate terror everywhere.
White
smoke-filled air
from WTC towers please spare
us everyday, everyway, everywhere.
Heal all in grief and despair,
from revenge and retaliation us spare.
Unite one and all show you care
work for a better world with prayer.
-19/09/2001
-Lo Gos
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Remembering George
Today I read the news,
George Harrison died
after his battle with
lung, throat, and
brain cancer.
Dubbed the quiet one of
the Beatles, George was
philosophical, with his
proclivity towards
that of
God in us all. He was a
gentle, weeping guitarist;
an accomplished sitarist;
his lyrics always revealing
the emotions and virtues of
a great soul. May your
legacy live on George.
May your quiet, generous
benevolence
towards the
just causes of the worlds
poorest shine like the noonday
sun as a noble exemplar
for everyone.
Thank you George
for a job well done! May you
find love and peace in heavens
eternal choir; playing and singing
in the presence of The Holy One!
-30/11/2001
-Lo Gos
Good Friday Morning
Good Friday Morning, we hear a crow crying, three times it
sounds out could someone be dying? Bane bird not hiding,
God's truth not denying, all earth's defying.
Three times a crow cried, three times Christ was denied, three hours the
world was dark, and Christ crucified. Three days then Jesus
was raised after he died; God made him alive.
On this Good Friday, we in awe now thank you, for all things
that you suffered in love so true. All God's creation
sings forever to you, making life anew.
-25/03/2005
-Lo Gos
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A Joy Observed
Far from fleeting fancy,
yoyo up-down dancing;
or fickle romancing,
come wonders to behold.
All those years of knocking,
waiting, walking, talking;
of freezing cold frosting,
finally open doors.
Amazing what one call,
after exile, tells all;
dreams and destiny call,
spirit takes flight again.
Alive as springs green grass,
a musicians choice brass;
enthralled students in class,
holy credulity.
Breathtaking scenery,
to be free to be me;
see justice and mercy,
taking shape all around.
-28/11/2001
-Lo Gos
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