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The World is Singin’ its Blues

guitarboy2              Guitar Boy by June Perkins

The world is singin’ its blues
askin’ for a bit of time to heal
askin’ why it’s so hard to feel
that nothin’ we do is gonna make
peace be real

askin’ for a DJ who understands
the need for peace
who can give us some
musical release
to sing out tears
dress them in a parent’s tears.

The world is ringin’ out its questions
why, oh why’s a piece of land
or your religion
something to kill or die for
and why are people so quick
to tie their fate to
those noose of hate?

askin’ for a DJ who can change the down beat
into an upbeat
bring some kind of optimism into play
dress that sorrow
in a technicolour tomorrow.

The world is singin’ its blues
askin’ for a bit of time to heal
askin’ why it’s so hard to feel
that nothin’ we do is gonna make
peace be real

(c) June Perkins

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Is the world getting worse?

From The Fruit Blog by Ed Holliston

holding-earth-1-1414853Frequent readers of this blog know a big chunk of time here is spent discussing the world’s great problems, as well as the moral and spiritual changes we need to make to meet those problems head on. Oftentimes this exercise gets to be a downer, mostly because it serves as a reminder of just how daunting those problems truly are.

What’s particularly difficult is to get a sense of whether or not things are getting better or getting worse. I found some new perspective on this recently in an unexpected place, when, while sorting through a box of old books, I found the comic book V For Vendetta and opened it up to its preface:

My youngest daughter is seven and the tabloid press are circulating the idea of concentration camps for persons with AIDS. The new riot police wear wear black visors, as do their horses, and their vans…

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World Peace~Cascade


World Peace World Peace

Weapons were silenced

A hush fell over the Earth

World peace was a reality


On battlefields every where

Soldiers began to sing prayers

Weapons were silenced


Refusing to fight anymore

For lands that were to be shared

A hush fell over the Earth


Rushing across the fields

Anxious to know their enemies

World peace was a reality

They studied war no more


© Carol Campbell 2015

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“In the spirit of Guy Fawkes Night, I call upon you to write a poem which celebrates something that never happened.  I’ll let you interpret that however you want.  Feel free to get as creative as you want…maybe even have yourself a cheerful bonfire to boot!”

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The circle

the Book of Pain

The infinite, graceful arcs
circumambulating the center,
calling out their love for
their heart; so divisible
in the whole to the whole,
the total where you are from
and where you will go—
To God that I was so perfect!

The 360° in a circle is evenly divisible by many numbers, nine out of the first ten, for example. (The exception is seven.) But it is the perfection of the circle surrounding it’s focal point that attracts me to it as a metaphor.

Thank you for reading The circle. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed it and I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain. As always, I look forward to your comments.


© 2013 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. This poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original work found on this…

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A prayer for these difficult times

Everybody Means Something

The Cudgel Fight (for source of image see link) Goya’s Cudgel Fight (for source of image see link)

For those of us who feel unable to do more and perhaps even more so for those affected by or seeking to change the darkness of the current condition of the world, and especially on this day for those in France struggling to come to terms with what has happened, this prayer seems especially appropriate.

God, my God!  Thou seest how black darkness is enshrouding all regions, how all countries are burning with the flame of dissension, and the fire of war and carnage is blazing throughout the East and the West.  Blood is flowing, corpses bestrew the ground, and severed heads are fallen on the dust of the battlefield.

O Lord!  Have pity on these ignorant ones, and look upon them with the eye of forgiveness and pardon.  Extinguish this fire, so that these dense clouds which obscure the…

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Day Dreaming, Walking with Trees



Just having a bit of a break
from the hustle and bustle of social media
to day dream
walk and write.

Friends if you need to contact me please phone
or email if it’s urgent.
Just need a little more thinking space.

Blogging pals, you can leave a message and
I’ll answer when I can.

Keep up your wonderful blogging, art, writing, sharing, social
awareness, piboidmo and all that you do.

Thank you.

Wishing you all the best and I will be back
when I’ve recharged
and renewed my energy.

June aka Gumbootspearlz

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The knowledge of graves

the Book of Pain

Quddús, the Forever Youth laughs:
“So along came they
to tear down My grave
and Me up along with it.
I wish I had a hundred such plots
so that they could desecrate them all.
I’d say, ‘Look, there’s the hundred and first!’
and off they’d scurry to dig that one up too.”
And then He laughs again.

But I know that place whereof He speaks.
It is a place of mystery
yet a spot of sweet clarity,
the conundrum at the crux of a knot.
There the worldly are lost,
the dead live on,
and the living, while living, are yet dead.
It whispers: how do I empty the blood
from my veins so that His flows there, instead?

Quddús is one of the Letters of the Living, a group of 18 individuals who were the first to believe in the Báb, the Prophet-Herald of the Bahá’í Faith. Their role in the history of the Bahá’í Faith is somewhat analogous to the…

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