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Poetry	Posted by	Date Posted
The Fabric of Unity Silken threads Woven in time Colours of love Fibres of strength Set deep within The heart and the soul Eyes that reflect Hands that touch gently The unity of knowing The beauty within How wondrous this fabric Humanity's cloth Intricate meldings The lace of our lives. Freespirit November 2002	Freespirit	11/4/2002
*Entwined* The flames of a lifetime of candles Ablaze in the ebony sky Dancing to the music Of Universal Soul Each step To an inner beat Of the One And yet apart Touching softly Warming gently Rising together Sharing the light Then flickering And falling apart Imprinted in memory A touch of heart Relentless this movement This seeking of path Flames moving ever upward Entwined in the dance of life Yet each one burning brightly Alone and apart Maree Skinner June 2002	Freespirit	6/5/2002
Together................. Stand straight...stand tall Light fill us all Look to the soul Keep love in your heart Fear and darkness dispel The battle has begun With loving peace shall it swell Find that quiet place Deep within Retreat there Find the place Replenish the light Look to the Source Spread the light Send only love Be at one Unite Cause your fellow man To seek the light Freespirit	Freespirit	9/20/2001
The Sea of Humanity As the evening sun sets gently And the blue Sea turns to gold In the still, sun-warmed air Stirs a breeze fresh and cold Come the darkness Bring the night Storm clouds gather Block the light And I look into the water It confirms my deepest fears For there is the blood of my brothers Washed in my sisters' tears And I hear the voices rising On the moonbeams high above The spirit of all nations Arms enfolding - sending love For this - our darkest moment Has pierced our heart as one So join our hands together Never from the darkness run With courage and in friendship Let us greet the rising sun. (c) 2001 Maree Skinner	Freespirit	9/16/2001
Me ,My Friend, and I Iam you best friend where I reside In you, my dear, deep inside. Within your heart of caverns deep I wait and see if you will sleep. And if it happens , that you forget Your talent, giftsts and all things met, I'll gently speak through walls of love Reminding you of things above. You ned not do, just to be Your very presence is your fee. I am your bbest frind can't you see? I am your best frind, I am me.	harakhte	7/18/2001
All Together Shining together, each one a star in the Mind of God. weaving constellations of Light, of Love. Singing together, each one a harmony in the Voice of the Angels creating a song of Joy and Devotion. Swimming together, each one a wave in the Sea of Bliss murmuring the mysteries of eternity. Dancing together, each one a step in the Dance of Life following rhythms of perfection complete.	kerrilake	9/16/2004
"The Beauty" The beauty is restoredbefore me; I am open to all that allows me to go forward, with love and awareness. The beauty is restored behind me; I see the thing's I have left behind in order to grow further. I embrace all of the lessons learned and with forgiveness for myself and others, my past is now complete. The beauty is restored above me; I am one with the sky and all that is above. While making my dreams possible, I soar in flight, with glee. The beauty is restored below me; I am one with the earth, I gladly walk the paths of the ancient ones, so that I may also know their secrets and share them. The beauty is restored within me; My soul and spirit are healed, and they dance with the universe bringing joy and knowledge to all. The beauty surrounds me; I place myself in the hands of the universe and all that is good.... And it is good.	Kirsten	8/1/2001
RESOLUTION by Kathi Flannery 10/6/01 I want to live until I die; to laugh, rejoice, to feel and think and cry; and yes, to fly! -with purpose and a destination- to dream, to build, to plan with dedication; to believe in love and life and peace and worth; to share the wonders of the mind, and of this earth; to care for thousands that I'll never see and feel that caring flowing back to me. God spared my life, my living, with a reason, and I had entered on a different season of calm and peace and growth- He wouldn't want that season ended now! But neither would he want me to froget, and I never will; nor recall without regret that proud, bright skyline of September 10th! I grieve for shattered lives, for heroes lost; and rebuilding! -I cannot comprehend the cost. But somehow I feel our country will survive, and I pray that I'll keep this resolve alive; I know sometimes I'll worry, fear, and cry- but, oh, dear Lord, I want to live until I die.	realistic	10/21/2001
A Mothers Love In your kind andgentle way You gave me strength and courage You taught me to care for the world, You showed me the power of faith And the pleasures of giving instead of take. You worried over me sometimes needlessly. And I know now the meaning of your words A child that is growing stomps the toes, But a child that is grown stomps the heart. And some of your silver strands of hair, I know I helped put there. Perhaps you didn't say often enough Nor, I I love you.. But I know you did as I do you, Because you were my dear mother. by Real 2/91	realistic	10/5/2001
PROUD TO BE an AMERICAN Lofty mountains.. Valleys sweep into golden fields of grain, A battered flag that still waves on A people proud with inner strength, Battles won for freedoms sake.. Yes, I'm proud to be an American by Real 5/5/93	realistic	10/5/2001
	realistic	10/5/2001
..a poem written during the Gulf War, aired on CNN, but alas, one of their own was credited... SADDAM HUSSEIN by Real Oct. 1990 You're a digger of ditches In this you take great pride But the only thing you've managed Is a place to hide. You stole a country by greed and stealth Forgetting a people while you live in wealth. Onto the sand you make a sheild from the innocent And care not of their lives spent You dare call yourself man. With your back to the wall your armies grow small For you didn't for-see the strength of forces united and that goodness shall prevail. Perhaps you belong to God's scheme of things But, Saddam Hussein you're the worse case of evil That I've ever see.	realistic	10/5/2001
for my neice who lost her unborn child 1995 You slept in darkness waiting to be born Surrounded by love aching arms could not hold. Gone too soon you never saw this world Nor, the loving smile upon your mother's face. Sleep, little one in God's gentle hands Awake to sweet lullabys, Angelic song Your name remembered in whispered prayer From trembling lips. Live, Julia Donna in His holiest light Know love reaches through the universe and on into eternity.	realistic	6/29/2001
Untitled by Realistic Late at night I like to sit And watch the heavens Unfurl Dark and omnious, Silver-lined clouds Sail above the world. I think of thoughts From yesterdays- Future things Best left untouched, Dark and omnious Sometimes, silver-lined. And so- I sit and watch The heavens unfold. Oct. of '96	realistic	6/23/2001
PASS NOT THIS WAY AGAIN Riding out in the country side A heavy sadness fills my heart As the landscape passes by Asleep, in silent apathy In empty feed lots and hayfields Vacant pasture lands and cornfields. There is a new growth instead Of trees in sprout, and lifeless structures That plant their hidden roots Small towns on down a black new road Entwine and flourish, Where family farms once were plenty A picket sign reads 'property sold'. Cornstalks that grew, in a straight and even row To greet a morning sun, Never again to grow. I think of the red man who saw The wagons roll across the prairie, I feel his great sorrow, a heart in pain For he too lost a friend And our fathers said, 'progress' Back then. No, quite beauty will not pass this way again. written by Realistic 17 of Nov. 1991	realistic	6/4/2001