IT'S IN OUR HANDS...

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IT'S IN OUR HANDS...

Some of us collect pottery, or stamps

others collect causes

"save this"

or "that"

or "them"

but how many of us

have even noticed the greatest cause of all.

We live our lives in sweet oblivion

dreaming of never ending tomorrows

as if we could stack them

one above the other

reaching to eternity.

When will we notice just how shaky

the foundations are.

We've no guarantee of tomorrows

or todays

unless we all unite

in the only cause that matters

the preservation of world peace.

(c)Crissouli July 2016

ALONE

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ALONE

Two tiny cheeks were shivering

poised, tiny tears were quivering

silently, they slithered, down.

He stood there, quietly, all day

alone, he watched the children play

then turned, and sobbed

and left.

His tender heart was broken

from words that were unspoken

this tiny child was

mute.

(c) Crissouli July 2016

THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS

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THEY WHO TREAD WITH ACHING HEARTS

They know not the politics of it all

nor can they find it in their hearts to care

it matters not who should be right or wrong

only that the days are ever long.

Through the dust and heat, they plod their way

each stumbling, each with his own internal pain.

Is there no one who cares, who wants to know?

These are people, our fellow beings, with no place to go.

We see their images, from our colour screens.

How they make us squirm in our comfortable chairs.

'Enough to make you cry' we say

'did you get that extra wine today?'

The mother lays her babe to rest, beside the road.

She has no strength to carry on, nor the will.

All days tumble, one into another..

Just a few hours ago, she laid down this small girl's brother.

People of the world, please care, 

if not for this woman, for all those who suffer still.

Let the politics be pushed aside

for understanding and compassion

must reach the whole world wide.

(c) Crissouli July 2016

A POOR MAN'S RICHES

Sawtell, NSW 

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A POOR MAN'S RICHES

Rise and fall, rise and fall, o gentle ocean

Beat a pathway to the shores around the world

Carry hope and love and dreams to all who watch you

Gently lap away the ravages of time.

With sunshine that does bless your far horizons

Giving diamonds to rich and poor alike

With seagulls hovering over you in splendour

Guarding the mysteries of your depth.

Rocks, as silent sentinels, support you

Reflecting your playful spray in pools of life.

Oh, how the wind does love to tease you 

Lifting your surface far and wide

Oh, never stop, o mighty ocean

Keep rolling until the end of time.

(c) Crissouli 15th August, 1980

GATHERING RAINBOWS

GATHERING RAINBOWS

We're all so busy these days

running to and 'fro

no one has time anymore

to sit and chat awhile.

We're too busy chasing pots of gold

but we've forgotten the rainbows

that lead us to them.

They have many colours

and always are magnificent

but seldom do we care.

We're too busy to stop and admire..

there's this and that to be done..

as if it would be remembered when we are gone.

What others will recall

are the words we left behind

the times taken to help one in need..

the unexpected call to a friend alone.

For our greatest gift is part of ourselves

our time, so precious, to one and all.

With this, we can give rainbows

more precious than any gold.

(c) Crissouli July 7 2015

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A GATHERING OF FRIENDS

A GATHERING OF FRIENDS

What a time they must be having

for how they loved to talk.

I can see them gathering

maybe ambling side by side.

Surely it would have to be in a garden

for it was in a garden

that each of them was happiest. 

To touch the earth 

and let it fall through their fingers..

they were then content.

Even those I did not know

they tell me they, too, loved the soil, 

the wind and rain upon their face..

or the sunlight playing on their hair.

Can you imagine the conversations - 

who did what and when and where?

Their laughter shall echo through time

for they all had such a sense of humour. 

What a gathering they must be having, 

our loved ones, in Heaven.

(c) Crissouli 1982

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