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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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The Poet Sings of a Poet’s Tree

Ripple Poetry

What kind of tree is your
poet’s tree?

Is it boab or oak
paperbark or willow?

Does it dance with Mandela
mediate with Mahatma?

Is it a haven for
Maya Angelou’s caged birds?

Does your tree sing
of how to
make a walking stick
through pain
with words to make the feet
lighter?

Does it encase your feet in
shoe bark
to travel on the heated ground
of despair
through the cold of ignorance’s
ice
help you to slide to the leaves of
peace?

How many in your poet’s family
tree went to war and
created odes to soldier’s
who bloodied lay
at the base of this tree
– lost?

Will the nightingale
sing from the branches
of your poet’s tree
guide you
into the heart of things
-take you out beyond this side
of a worm hole
into the galaxy where peace
birds fly?

What kind of tree is…

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#Strongerthoughtoflove

Pearlz Dreaming

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Sydney siege, news of school children in Pakistan, news of children’s bodies in Cairns. It seems that the tide of violence is coming more and more to our attention.

No just society can ignore when so many of its members are lost to it.

It’s like losing our heart, our fingers, our dreams.

The scale may be thousands, hundreds or a few.

But all lost are precious.

All should have had a chance to continue their lives and make a contribution.

Including the unhinged and the violent.  They need to find other ways to deal with their issues.

Violence is a sign of the absence of peace (and at so many levels).

It’s not a time to feel powerless.

It’s not going to help to ignore its reality.

It will keep happening until we can send so much love out into the world it won’t happen again.

It’s a time…

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