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  • crogers180 17h

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    Lady Liberty

    Almost lost, but not just yet,
    There's still a heartbeat, still a breath.
    Lady Liberty, she weeps tonight,
    As formidable enemies we fight.
    Tall and strong, her light to shine,
    A ray of hope seen far and wide,
    But, Lady Liberty, she's tired tonight.
    Lord, wipe her tears so hot with pain,
    And give her strength to stand again,
    Above the carnage, the wreckage,
    Destruction's call for more,
    With all the stamina that America
    Can endure and has before.
    Almost gone, but not just yet,
    There's still a heartbeat, still a breath.
    Lady Liberty, she weeps today.
    Please heal our land, dear God
    We pray.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 2d

    Today, it hurts. It hurts bad.
    All of it, everything, what is and isn't
    Being done, being heard, being said.
    Opinions for sustanance
    Leave us starving for truth, and at times,
    Basic decency. Upheaval at every turn,
    Picking sides, picking fights...
    Enough is enough!
    Tell me, where is this other place,
    This other time, where colors blend,
    And respect is earned.
    Where peace is not leverage, and
    Freedom's not a privilege,
    Where we stand on principles
    And not people, and kindness doesn't
    Have to compete with violence.
    Where everyone matters, and the
    Only race is the human race?

    Today it hurts. It hurts bad.
    And there's more than enough hurt
    To go around.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 1w

    Voice of Reason

    Injustice perceived,
    A vapor sweeping across
    The land of lawlessness.
    Mercy sleeps ~
    Suffocated, actually.
    Breathing, not exactly
    An option, while violent
    Dissension creates
    Crises after crises...
    Leaving vindication
    Exhausted from chaos,
    Accomplishing survival
    At best.

    How silent is the voice
    Of reason.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 1w

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    The Red Oak Tree

    There's a perfect place,
    A sacred, healing place,
    Where content is the heart,
    And still is the mind.
    Where a breeze weaves
    Through branches to
    Create a melody of serenity.
    Where every worry
    Disappears, shooed away
    By protective leaves.
    Linger, listen as long
    As time allows, enveloped
    In this soothing sound.
    Summer's been too brash,
    Too brutal, the sun resounds
    The beating of a million drums.
    Now a refuge of harmony ~
    Step up, step in, let the
    Symphony begin under the
    Canopy of the red oak tree.

    ©crogers180

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    under the canopy of the red oak tree

  • crogers180 1w

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    The Missing We

    I can't help but look around with this feeling of emptiness in my spirit.
    But, maybe not emptiness. More like an incompleteness. There's something
    missing. We live in a messed up society. A society of ills, so to speak.
    Beaten down, exhausted, stressed, in disarray. And I wonder why that is.
    An evil presence in the world, iniquity? Maybe it's just the times we are
    living in - fast paced and dissatisfied. Maybe it's a "me" mentality.
    What's in it for me? A belief that we have rights and can do whatever we want
    and should do whatever we want, regardless of responsibility and consequences.
    Reform is good. Regulations, orders, laws... all good. But, there's something
    else. Something much more powerful. Love. It's love. Concern and compassion
    go much further than, rights and wrongs. I wonder if what is missing is the "we."
    Did you know that empathy is so engrained in us at birth, that infants will
    cry at the sound of other infants crying, but not the recording of their own cries?
    And, as adults, our tear ducts will automatically begin producing tears when we
    hear or see the crying of others, even if we have no sense of tearing up ourselves.
    Could it be this simple? I do believe there is more good in the world than bad,
    generally speaking. Every day we hear stories of selfless acts of kindness
    being shown. But, is it enough? "We're in this together." Let's not let that become
    just a cliche slogan that disspates in time. Let's hold on to the "We!" Let it
    fill in every empty gap. Let it give us a purpose, and help us to not feel so
    alone. Because we need each other. Look around. We need each other now
    more than ever.

    ©crogers180

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    We need each other now
    more than ever.

  • crogers180 2w

    Out of Time

    Shallow breath, as if
    Pointless, but necessary.
    The slowing of the
    Spinning, fearing that,
    Like a top, it will suddenly
    Stop.
    And what then? This
    Pitiful sigh, seeing that
    Neither hope nor despair
    At the helm, this ending,
    But time...

    Sooner or later time must
    Surely run out.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 3w

    The Last Word

    Words, discarded, deleted
    By sheer emptiness.
    Poorly disguised hopelessness
    And vain attempts at pretense.
    Replaced by a loneliness
    Too private to share, and grief...
    A grief that's too heavy
    For these weary hands to bear.
    How lofty an idea that poetry
    Tells the better story in
    The End.

    For truly it is death that has
    The final say.

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 3w

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    Torn

    It wasn't a break,
    A clean wound
    That could be
    Stitched back
    Together to beat
    Again.
    No, your rejection
    Was a ripping
    Of my heart,
    Leaving frayed
    Edges, nearly
    Impossible to mend

    ©crogers180

  • crogers180 3w

    Dear friend,

    May your joys
    Outweigh your sorrows,
    And your heart be filled
    With more love than scars.
    May your troubles ahead
    Be mere bends in the road,
    And your blessings
    Compete with the stars.

    ©crogers180
    / Caryn

  • crogers180 4w

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    The Visit

    As gentle as the morning mist
    That settles in its subtle way,
    Granted with a whispered touch,
    Welcoming the day.
    So swiftly, softly entering,
    Making not a sound, God sends
    On wings of healing hope,
    To lift to higher ground.
    Awake now from thy slumber, eyes,
    The night's no more your friend,
    And face with violent courage,
    Life, for mercy's come again.

    ©crogers180

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    ©crogers180