OUT OF SIGHT

If hindsight were foresight
Everything might turn out just right,
I should have done this,
I should have done that,
The future is not in our sight.

Decisions are made, right or wrong
Altering our paths, short or long,
Too late to change it
Or rearraange it,
To the present we all belong.

We must go forward, we can't go back,
We could accept the things we lack
Or we could alter our ways
Perehaps leading to better days
Following a different path.

Look to the future, let go of the past,
Don't stay immerged in dye that was cast,
Have courage to forge on
With a smile you will don,
Forgive mistakes and wrongs that amassed.

Floriana Hall

     Floriana Hall will be teaching poetry online at http://LssWritingSchool.com starting October 5

A WOMAN'S WORLD 

Where will your heart be now? 
Always thinking you‘re going to fail 
But what you need to do is hold on to faith 
Until the sinking ship sails again

You are the old and the new 
You are brave and bold 
You are the independent woman 
You will listen to your child, 
And will always be by their side with the strength God has given you 
Just because you are the special gift from above 
The Women and Mothers of love

You are the women the world cannot do with out 
You’ll stay strong when days are weak and filled with doubts 
You will wipe away your tears when you are left alone to achieve by yourself 
Taking on heartaches and fears 
Leading slaves to the Underground Railroad to freedom 
Remaining seated on a bus so that the laws of the future will be changed 
Giving young women a chance to be what they already are 
Strong, Reliant, Noble, and Intelligent as a result of women torments 
in past history.

Where will your heart be now? 
Not knowing you always had the ability to take on such responsibilities 
You are the group that builds each other and believe in one another for today 
You can lift your voice and rejoice 
Raise your hands in the air 
Telling the Lord your God that you are so thankful to be 
The Independent Women and Mothers of love

Eustace M. Bellille 
www.beustace.com

LOVE, BE A SPIRITUAL, LIVING REVELATION *

Earth hath no remorse for its own terror,
likened upon for the human drilling of its 
death laden black sap, making fools of their
feeble science, having done no more than
the atom denting of its crust...

Be they must, war, likened the lunacy of 
moon to play with ocean tide, lands belching 
of indigestion, puked upon all existing, 
showing no bias or prejudice from within its 
unpredictable wake...

When will we not see so blindly that all 
terror be myopically ill, contaminating 
without self immunity, less we deal 
empathetically with our ignorance and 
hypocritical solutions for peace... 

With Love immortal, help enlighten a 
darkened awakening, invalidating prophesying 
fools, and predictions of Armageddon....

Louie Levy
CA, USA
05.13.2005
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*Dedicated to;
Dr Santosh Kumar, Editor
Cyberwit, India 
for his wise, literary teachings
of Love, and Peace on Earth

SUMMER HAIKU

The sweet taste of pear
Combats the blistering sun.
Late summer delight

The puppy's rough tongue
Now after being rescued
Loyal devotion.

Bold red ladybug
Dotted upon a soft fern--
Wonder to behold!

Haunted winds whisper
To spirits of lives lost here-
Their ages long past.

Diana K. Rubin
NJ, USA

HOMELESS

Don't talk about bus bombings,
Human travesties,
Streets crawling with police,
Blue lanterns moving, moving,
The bus, turned over, Sizzling red heat, white crispiness,
On the high overpass,
Near the hotel.

Don't talk about bus bombings,
Ever day fracases,
No love, peace, joy,
Just white sizzling heat,
A boiling bus near the hotel,
Where we are not home,
Gentle conversations up in smoke,
And we are not home.

Norma Woodbridge
FL, USA

TRINITY

There was
A dream
That men may
One day say
The thoughts
Of their own choosing;
There was
A hope
That men may
One day stroll
Though streets
At evening, unafraid;
There was
A prayer
That each may
Freely speak
To his own God
In his own church
Man's freedom
In his dream
Man's strength
Is his hope.
Man's future
Is his prayer.

Dr. Hirsch L. Silverman
NJ, USA

SPRING AND AUTUMN

I whistle in lively tune on a spring morning.
In the whistle my small dream is contained lightly.
The dream expands more and more as I am whistling.
My heart, charmed with my own tune, becomes so merry.

A net's ready for trapping fish swimming swiftly.
Fish themselves with too great strength leap into the net.
Foolish! They themselves perish, entering the net.
In the spring river one sees such a tragedy.

An enchanting, columbine is now blossoming.
Men love this purple flower which beautifies spring.
Its stalk, vertical, is long unbecomingly;
So, feeling shy, it has dropt its head bashfully.

The autumn wind plays music of the world's sadness,
With the tender twigs of trees as instrument.
Dancing to the wind's music of great mournfulness,
The trees' leaves fall grievously on the ground ambient.

A new life secretly grows out of a dead tree.
I am a dead-tree mushroom, born in cool autumn.
Hopeful, pleasant future lies brightly before me.
I'll bravely live, enduring the wind of autumn.

I am a Japanese larch, kindred to pine trees.
Late in autumn my leaves turn yellow helplessly.
Grieving for my fallen leaves, I envy pine trees:
As they're evergreen, I shed regretfully.

Prof. (Dr.) Kazuyosi Ikeda
Osaka, Japan

HOMAGE TO WILFRED OWEN

After two myocardials and having gone partially deaf
This morning the chest pains pass
They come and go like other mornings
Simply muscle strain, and gas…
Alone and feeling that the best of life is gone.
"He noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him o the strong men that were whole."
Today a pill it does the trick Another time, perhaps.
It's not a good way to die, as if any were.
I don't want to go embarrassed
By an unmade bed or in last night's pajamas.
In soiled underwear or leaving unsightly stuff
For others to clean up. To go with least palaver,
That's the way. In dignity, no panic no pain,
No thoughts of that's undone, and if only. Just to pass
To pass in vain and join the Buddhist train
Of corpses in this meaningless besotted world
Where only Love's divine and that too passes
And the tears of he or she who loved thee most -
That passeth too. In the end we are nothing.
Better to be a military man or serial killer!
Take as many as you can with you!
More honest that way. It's others you'd rather die than you.
Show them the way that is not, and betray all human trust
For it is sham to think there is constancy in this godless place!

William D. Sherman
NJ, USA

A TWO WAY STREET

(Dedicated to Cyberwit.net)

Sometimes in life we are all afraid
While trying so hard to be discreet
Fearing that we could be betrayed
Believing everyone is out to cheat

We refuse to trust all other nations
They are deceitful if not from here
Why don`t we have the expectation
Another nationality may be sincere

In our lives we should face reality
An American citizen can be a thief 
We have no monopoly on morality
I know some who caused me grief

Another language, or another race
Might be just as honest as you or I
Another color of skin on their face
Don`t mean they might cheat or lie

Do you trust people in corporations
Throughout our great United States
We all heard the illegal allegations
Years of jail time may be their fate

Even our leaders have told us lies
We each have heard of their deceit
Before a persons fraud we surmise
Trusting others is a two way street

    Thelma Shutters © 6-17-04
MO, USA

DIVINE MESSAGE

The Prince of Peace, Son of David,
The Word, the Head-shepherd spoke:
'Peter cried with troubled heart
As he didn't recognize me;
Terrorist goes free
And Virtue is put to death.
Earth cries
Nailed at the Cross-again.
Create compassion,
A world that cares and loves,
Suspend nuclear tests.
Nerve gases leak
As you burn chemical weapons in Pacific
Even the wooing breeze is unsafe
Even your bloodstreams are being poisoned
The planet , God's own earth groans, weeps
I'll reincarnate
But first pray;
Have piety,
Love all living beings.
Prayer Piety Love
Thus and then you feel
I have come.'