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Dove of Peace for SOCS

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Dove of Peace

To sort out the truth from the snarl of worldly acts—
to distill all that we’ve heard into proven facts
is often impossible. How can we bear the truthfulness
of acts which all too often are heartbreaking  in their ruthfulness?
How can we search for truth in what we cannot bear to ponder?
See the blood upon the hands they’ve taken care to launder?
Oh world, I do not want to hold thee close enough.
To do so is too painful, too exceptionally rough.
I cannot take your violence, your heedlessness and gall.
I do not see your fairness or your mercy, over all.
If only of our warring thoughts, we could select the fonder
and find a happier world out there–waiting over yonder.
Many seek this place but we do not know how to find it.
The kernel of the truth’s in all, but how are we to grind it?
In determining the answer, we all must share a part,
and the place where we might find it best is deep within the heart.

 

 

For SOCS the prompt is peace/piece

Sweet Dove

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Sweet Dove

Sweet peas and petunias fill the gutters on this morning,
and bluebirds buzz your head and land on shoulders without warning.
Curmudgeons sprout wide smiles and doubters grow proactive.
And even grim Chernobyl becomes less radioactive.

Guns forsake their targets and missiles stop their tracking,
and mathematicians give up seeking what they’re lacking.
It’s Universal Peace Day, and for once all enter in
as the hand that holds the grenade pauses to pull the pin.

 

Prompt words today are curmudgeon, proactive, apocryphal, target, gutter and morning. Image by Sunguk Kim on Unsplash.

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Singlish

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Singlish

When Papa grabbed his squeezebox and baby hit the gong,
all the other children ran up to play along.
Henry played the drums and Molly the kazoo.
Oscar blew the tuba ’til he started to turn blue.

Sally on the saxophone and Henry on the flute,
Wanda on the trumpet went rootie tootie toot.
Mama led the singing and Grandma hummed along
as one-by-one the children joined them in their song.

All the kids went swaying, rocking on their toes
as they sang a song embellished by cardinals and crows.
The cattle in the pasture joined in with soothing moos—
the cockerels crooning descants with their cockadoodledoos.

The mourning doves sang background, telling of their woes,
while all the little sparrows cheeped neatly from their rows.
The horses voiced their  whinnies and sheep all baaaahed along
until the  world surrounding us had joined in on the song.

Woodpeckers beat percussion until our song was done,
joining us in music that proved that we were one.
Goldfinches and burros were next to join the throng,
all speaking the same language in this singalong.

I heard it from the mockingbird who heard it from the jay.
It was a pretty chorus that rose up from that day.
Now most days thereafter, we’ve sung in harmony.
If everyone would join us, how grand the world could be.

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