art music poetry

Thinking of You Poem by Summer Breeze

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dear heart I’m thinking of you
and your pain
and it took me till this very moment
in the middle of writing Ken a letter
(we met in nonviolence.org you know)
which brings me to my old nursing days
now wanting to tell you about the burned
out nurses you are encountering
nurses do have the highest burn-out rate
it is administration
fearing one mistake will lose their license
paper work demanded and more important
than patient care
and tending so much pain
I do not excuse them
they should change professions

we don’t have to live with our enemy
as neighbors
but we need to love their pain
and yes I know when we witness
anyone causing pain
directly or indirectly
we stop it any way we can
when we reach evening’s dim light
with time to breathe and ponder
it is our human heart
promising better
next time

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Between the Lines Poem by Rochelle Hope Mehr

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Between the Lines

These are the spaces between the lines:

The gradations, elations, humiliations —
the sifts and shifts we endure

The seism which interrupts

The hiccup which skips
us through

The foothold which accedes
to the great leveler

A world’s wonder of grief
and wisdom
interposed

Do not try to pry even a whisper
from my lips

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Memory Poem by Elisha Porat

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Among Their Pictures
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In my memory I’m the one who always wanders
Within their pictures: the stretched black
Strips around the gravestone photograph,
The standing twisted flowers,
The burning candles under their icons.
From inside the scene: suddenly, on
The white margins, I see their fingerprints
Which now appear along with their laughing voices;
Their stifled whispers are breaking me.
Oh, how different it should all be
With them, they should be running
With their warm breath panting,
And not inanimate and flaccid
Like they are now, without their lives.

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Thief in the Night Poem by Samuel W Silva

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LIKE A THIEF

How can I make you love me?
…and how to fill you
with a dream of me!,
unlikely and impossible
and utterly untrue

…then
slowly steer you to the dire
(smoke and steam
profuse upon the fire) inadequacy
as limitless
as stony bare and vile.

No! It could not possibly
be the same for you!
Oh dream and lullaby and light
to which I give my wounded guile

like a thief
who steals you
in the night.

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