The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right

Flowers will never grow

In the spring.



The place where we are right

Is hard and trampled

Like a yard.



But doubts and loves

Dig up the world

Like a mole, a plow.

And a whisper will be heard in the place

Where the ruined

House once stood.


Yehuda Amichai

WANDERING THOUGHTS

ONE OF THE LASTING IMPRESSIONS I HAVE

OF THE HOLOCAUST

IS A SHORT FILM

OF A YOUNG BOY

SITTING ON A TABLE

SHAKING

SHIVERING

HE WAS BEING SUBJECTED

TO REPEATED BLOWS

ON THE HEAD

TO STUDY THEIR EFFECTS

HE WAS A JEW

A NON-PERSON

USELESS AS A STONE

THROWN IN A LAKE

RINDS OF MELON

THROWN IN THE GARBAGE

TOOLS TO BE USED

TILL THEY BREAK

THEN DISCARDED

IT WOULD BE NICE TO THINK

THAT IT HAPPENED

IN ANOTHER PLACE

IN ANOTHER TIME

BUT IT’S HAPPENING NOW

AND HAS HAPPENED NOW

WHILE DIVES DINES

LAZARUS DIES

LIKE A PIECE OF PAPER

A TOY OF THE WIND

PLAYED WITH

THEN FORGOTTEN

WHEN WILL YOU COME

LORD JESUS

WHEN WILL YOU COME

TO RESCUE US FROM OURSELVES

TO GIVE DIGNITY TO DIRT

WATER TO DRY LAND

VISION TO THE BLIND

DREAMS TO THE DUNG HEAP

AWARENESS OF THE NEEDS OF OTHERS

AND A HELPING HAND

FRANK A VOLLMER

THINK ABOUT IT

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty. Mother Teresa

We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty. Mother Teresa

BRAIN ON VACATION?

NO MOTIVATION?



LOOK OUT THE WINDOW



AVOID THE BLACK SHADOW



GET OUT OF THAT BLOCK



JOIN THE FLOCK



FLY UP TOWARD THE SUN



DON’T MISS THE FUN



GET THE WORDS FLOWING



THE POEM IS GROWING



LET’S WRITE TO THE END



THEN SEND IT TO A FRIEND.







BLOCK IS GONE!!

 
JANE NEALE

The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right

Flowers will never grow

In the spring.



The place where we are right

Is hard and trampled

Like a yard.



But doubts and loves

Dig up the world

Like a mole, a plow.

And a whisper will be heard in the place

Where the ruined

House once stood.



Yehuda Amichai

SOUL LOST

A MIND IS A TERRIBLE THING TO LOSE

A SOUL IS EVEN WORSE

BUT LOSING A MIND

IS A SOUL’S REMORSE

TEARS FALL

CHEEKS AWASH

EYES SWELL

TEETH GNASH

BUT THROUGH THE TEARS

WE SEE A SOUL

THAT CARRIES ALL OUR FEARS

AND OUR MIND RETURNS.

JANE NEALE

BALLOONS

BALLOONS ARE:

HELIIUM-FILLED MARBLES.

THEY LOVE FRESH AIR,

AND NEWLY-WASHED HAIR

CLEAN FINGERNAILS.

AND CHOCOLATE-FILLED PAILS

DANCING FEET

AND CLOTHES THAT ARE NEAT

RUNAWAY SNEAKERS

AND HOLIDAY SEEKERS

CHOCOLATE CAKE

AND THINGS THAT AREN’T FAKE.

NEWLY MOWN LAWN

THEY CAN LAND UPON

TO BE PICKED UP BY US

AND SAVED FOR A TREASURE

TO CONTINUE OUR PLEASURE.

AWAY THEY GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 
 

JANE NEALE