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Life
Please wait
Don't take life for granted
Life isn't straight
Ups and downs, it's slanted
Life is but a dream
For those who love the gamble
Life only flows like a stream
When one is at peace and humble
Life is fragile
Please do handle with prayer
To possess the religious profile
Won't guarantee forgiveness from the saviour
-By Anthony Kippel
The fisherman
He seemed to know the reef
And the blue waters
Leisurely and untroubled
He paddles his canoe
Out triggered, arrow-edge front and back
Like an an eagle in watchful silence
He glides through the water
Without much of a ripple
His skin is darkened, hardened and befriended
By the sun, wind and salt water
As he passes the reef he turns his head
And takes a good look, then
He stops his canoe with his paddle
And reaches out for his spear
Then in one swift motion he throws the spear
That enters the water and stands quivering
Then out of the reef and into the blue water
Fish flapping in his arrow-edge canoe
He glides without much of a ripple
Leisurely and untroubled, he paddles
An aged-known man
Darkened, hardened, befriended
Part of the sea, the reef and the weather
Part neither, for his blood is his own
-By Arnold Konawana
Bronze puppy
A little child in exclamation
Rushes forth to compliment
Embracing bronze in acclamation
'tis only them who see it different
Alone in that central park
You give to all a paw
Perhaps should one come by dark
He'd read the metaphor
Such awe-inspiring presence
A pedestal mounts your throne
Looking pass laughter of pretence
Thru the tears he'd shed alone
If he were made of bronze to please
So much as half he'd probably give
As much that he should not appease
Rather would that he receive
The Sculptor's hand doth recreate
From earth's fine dust a friend for me
To the world you demonstrate
Those simple things in life are free.
-By David Soroda
The dumb
You think I am dumb,
And can not speak,
Come here my friend,
And place your thumb,
On my heart, it's weak,
Here pal, put your hand,
And listen to it thump,
The words of the meek,
You see, I too, am human,
But parts of me are numb,
If only you come to seek,
And lend your ear to listen,
I can sing, and gently hum,
The golden secrets I pick,
If you become like children,
You will know me, the dumb,
It's from a pure heart that I speak,
Listen then, if you want to learn.
-By Peter Miva
 
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