The 4th of July

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We are a nation of immigrants founded by immigrants

and we signed the papers on the 4th of July

didn’t we? And now may we repent,

as a nation, of our prejudice

of our hatred

for “the other”

as the blood speaks

and children cry

may we turn away from our sins

as we celebrate freedom

may we embrace

the color of our brother

our sister

the diversity,

their precious gifts

we have always

been given.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Love Reflections II

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People did want to stone us, do you remember North Carolina, My Love, as they picked up the rocks? The ungodly imbedded code of hating us, our two different colors. They were blind though.

But we walked through their fire, as we always did for years later, and we reached farther, taking hold of the holy bonding. In our fire we were victorious

fooling every one of them

by getting married, and staying that way. Even though they still stare at us in Pennsylvania. 

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Shadows of Our History

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We cannot be forgiven for the sins of our forefathers, but we don’t carry

their shadows either. The blood stains are too great for us to erase

on our own, but perhaps through forgiveness and compassion

we can repair each other, and heal our land.

      

And thank God women can be part of the drum corps now

and even run for President.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies

A Quote about Peace

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“Peace cannot be kept by force, it can only be achieved by understanding.”

Albert Einstein

Einstein was not only brilliant, he had a deep understanding of human nature. This wonderful insight shows us that, we as people need to understand each other, in order to have peace. Peace is not simply the lack of aggression, or the ceasing of hostility.

No, we will not always agree, but we need to at least be willing to see the other person’s point of view. This is also true of communities, ethnic groups, and nations. When we understand the other better, it is then we will start to build respect.

And maybe, just maybe, when we respect others, we can get along, and develop or cultivate, the elusive love, we so desperately need in our world.

I wish you peace!

          

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Popcorn and Tattoos

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He never thought he’d be interested in a woman with purple hair, and tattoos. Yet every week in pottery class, she would take an interest in his work. “I like how you did the colors in this one.”, she would say. So he started sitting next to her, and they took turns at the wheel, spinning clay into shapes. Usually they would laugh at their own mistakes, and encourage one another. One time he got in close, and cupped his hands around hers, as they shaped the spinning bowl, together. She didn’t mind.

“Hey, you wanna go out for coffee?” She surprised him with the question, after class one week. He jumped at the chance. Over coffee they discussed the French Impressionists, and she was trying to convince him, that Monet really was the best painter, ever. He wasn’t so sure. In between discussing Cassatt, and Manet, he was noticing a lance tattoo with feathers, on her forearm. She mentioned that she was really into First Nations culture. “I’ve seen Dances with Wolves, 41 times!”, she said proudly. “Only 41?” he asked, and they both laughed.

One thing was for sure, he was stunned at how wonderful she was, and he was ashamed. He felt ashamed about his own prejudice. He had pre-judged her for sure, because of the way she looked, and he felt horrible about it. But he said nothing. He was enjoying this too much, to be gloomy. She was thinking, of how much she loved his smile. They both decided they didn’t care for Manet, but his favorite was Mary Cassatt. As they looked at each other, she asked him, “Would like you to come back to my apartment?”

       

The conclusion will be later today!

        

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

No More Giants

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Giants in gray uniforms,

don’t walk these beaches anymore,

no military boots, with swords,

calling for slavery, still there are shadows,

that linger in the hearts of some,

waiting to be released,

waiting to inject,

with hatred.

They are losing every day,

as love grows strong,

and respect for people,

love will win,

love always wins,

just too slowly sometimes.

We just need a few more,

shepherd boys, and girls,

men and women with slingshots,

ready to fight, and take down,

the Goliath of prejudice.

We will win.

This is our beach now,

this is our land.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Living at 71

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Contemporary Microfiction

At seventy years old Sadie Ferguson was still a beautiful woman, both inside and out. She had only one problem, she was afraid to leave her house. There were so many reasons to stay indoors, the weather was too hot or too cold. Crime was everywhere, and she no longer drove, because it was just way too dangerous. Too many cars were on the road, and people drove too fast anyway. She had not left her house in twelve years.

It was a good house, and even though it needed repairs now and again, she felt safe. The fact was, she was too scared to go anywhere else. When she did need a repairman, she always made him take his shoes off at the front door, and she watched him like a hawk, to make sure he didn’t steal anything. The sooner the man left, the better. She didn’t feel safe until he was driving away in his work truck. delivery truck

Food was not a problem. She could have whatever she wanted delivered to her door, even groceries. She even opened the door occasionally when she had to pay the delivery person. She hated seeing the horrifying sky, and the menacing bright sun. It was too open out there too.

The neighborhood had been changing and this was very disturbing to her. Since she liked things to stay the same, different people living right next to her, made her feel like the world was much too close for comfort. There was the Mexican family across the street. They not only had children that were noisy, but they were always playing in the street!

Then one day a new family moved in next door, after Dan Carruthers died. The house was sold, and the Singh family moved in. They seemed so different, they frightened her. Would they try to harm her? She kept her distance, and when the woman, with two teenage daughters stopped by, to pay her a visit, she wouldn’t answer the door. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but she felt she like she couldn’t trust them.

It was the night of her seventy first birthday when everything changed. She was sound asleep when she was awakened by pounding on her front door, and there was a man yelling, “Get out of the house!” Suddenly the same man came banging on her bedroom window, and yelling, “Get out of the house!” “Mrs. Ferguson!”, “You must get out of the house!” It was her worst nightmare! Who was it? Were they going to kill her? She was so alone. The only thing she could do was reach for the phone. Before she could dial for help, she smelled the smoke.

fire at nightShe jumped out of bed, and ran to the living room, paralyzed with fear and asthma. She stared at her living room wall that was engulfed with fire. She couldn’t breathe! She ran for the front door and threw it open. It was Mr. Singh! She was terrified of him, and didn’t know which way to turn. He stood there yelling, for her to come out of the house! It was the bravest thing she had ever done. She took one step, and fainted in his arms.

The fire department did get there in a hurry but there was a lot of damage. Sadie was terrified but didn’t want to leave the Singh house. The Singh family were filled with compassion for Sadie, and they called her daughter in California for her. Her daughter would come, but the Singhs decided that Sadie could stay at their house as long as she wanted.

By the way, both Mr. and Mrs. Singh were medical doctors. Dr. Raj Singh, and Dr. Miriam Singh helped Sadie to gradually overcome her fear. Sadie and the Singh family became the best of friends. Sadie realized that it was after her husband had died, twelve years ago, that the fear began. She just did not feel safe in this world, without him. Just realizing this, brought healing to her. After all this time, she was just learning how to live again.

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 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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