#anneg

By AnneG

This rock that we live on

the one we call Earth

Spinning through space

at jaw dropping speeds

We give not a second

of thought as we go

To this planet

in motion

This rock

Believed In Me

By Anne G

I sensed a breeze among the leaves;

I heard it whisper in my ear.

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Make haste! Time wastes!

The time is come; this is your year.

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For to succeed, you must proceed

with true belief and no regrets.

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Pursue, persist and always lead;

forge on until the goal is met.

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I listened to the whispered words,

so wisely spoken in my ear.

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The day was seized, believed in me

by AnneG

A glorious tree stands

on it’s own

Enrobed in multi-faceted

green moss

It’s twisted trunk

worn smooth with time

Holds true and strong

although besieged

By antler racks

of elk and moose

With branches stripped

of fruit and leaves

It quakes and shivers

in the cold north breeze

A stalworth birch

Brooklyn, New York is the place of my birth and the home where my heart will forever remain. From Greenpoint to Siegel, Bushwick to Evergreen and not least Cypress Hills; I was brought up and taught both at home and at school.  Though many the years, no matter how far, I will always return as my memories lie here.

The smells and the sounds remind me today of all that I miss when I am away. On lovely tree lined streets with dark grey slate sidewalks, from dawn until dusk, oh the games we would play. From skelzies and yoyos and red and blue tops, stoop and stick ball to freeze and hopscotch. We would bike and ride skates round the block all the day and would end with a rope game (Double Dutch) that was always the rage.

Oh! Brooklyn, my Brooklyn, a child’s delight. You will always be fairer in spirit and sight for wonderland greater, never was such a place to spin dreams for the rich and the poor, the accomplished speak volumes at home and abroad.

1 Timothy 6:10 (KJV)

“For the love of money is the root of all evil …”

 The Root of All Evil

by AnneG

Throughout recorded history and before, the greatest atrocities and crimes against humanity have been committed by individuals possessed by fanatical, religious and political ideologies.

Yet the seduction of power has been at the heart of the biggest evil of all, money. Money begets power, which corrupts and bastardizes the best of intentions, the most noble of causes and, the purest of altruistic ideals.

Most are infected by greed and eventually covet all that does not belong to them. It is probably true that each one began his or her journey with the goal of doing good deeds; providing for the disenfranchised and helpless, comforting the sick and infirm; protecting the populations of the world of it’s inequities but along the way they lost their way blinded by the promise of power and seduction of money.

Both power and greed have begotten:

The Hordes, The Huns, The Mongols, Al-Qaeda, ISIS/ISIL, Boko Haram, etc, etc, etc.

The pure are tarnished. The strong are diminished. The weak are corrupted.

Discover The Discovered?

By

AnneG

Stories foretold

of places imagined

by men of ambition

greed and desire

Vikings, Conquistadors

adventurers all

seamen and sailors

daring and bold

Some fueled by pride

by country and Queen

others by fortune

silver and gold

Visions of plunder

possessed by their schemes

ignoring the dangers

risks and unseen

Perilous oceans

rivers and seas

mountains and jungles

death and disease

Great civilizations

Aztec and Inca – Mayan much more

infinite cultures

centuries old

Taking by force

what was not theirs to take

usurping the lands

of millions untold

Worlds within worlds

ancient and new

the past and the present

the known and unknown

Discover the discovered

how can that be?

the natives belonging

I’m sure disagreed

They fought the good fight

victory unattained

their loss was our win

today we proclaim

A House Is Not A Home

by Anne G

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What is a house if not a frame

filled to the top with this and that

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Construction – building – edifice

void of the ones’ that give it life

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Mortar and brick that hold it tall

will crumble into rock and dust

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The day the love and joy subside

the warming hearth grows cold and dark

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A house is naught if not a home

a home is filled with DNA

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It is the place you hang your hat

and welcomes you no matter what

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Where memories grow throughout the years

the house turned home by all who live

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So fan the embers till they glow

the heart -- the hearth – the house

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