COME TOGETHER (Anonymous)

Where one man can survive,
Two will fare well;
Three and their Families will form a tribe,
A thousand like-minds form their own Nation
With Nature as the ruler of their lives.
Brothers:
Find your Brothers!
Find your own piece of land to envelop,
Like Minds:
Share your thoughts.
Let customs and traditions develop,
Let respect be the medium of exchange.
Let brotherhood of your minds grow along.
Love your brothers the way you love your own self;
Give our children paths to choose from
That can’t go wrong.
Come together,
Oh brothers!
Come together.
Your life on Earth is just so long:
Dig the Earth
Know what comes of your digging,
Learn the simple life of Nature –

Relax,
Let it guide you along

3 Replies to “COME TOGETHER (Anonymous)”

  1. POETRY CORNER
    LISTEN (Anonymous; with thanks to Liverpool Bereavement Service)

    When I ask you to listen to me
    And you start giving me advice,
    You have not done what I asked.
    When I ask you to listen to me
    And you begin to tell me why
    I shouldn’t feel that way,
    You are trampling on my feelings.
    When I ask you to listen to me
    And you feel you have to do something
    To solve my problem,
    You have failed me,
    Strange as that may seem.
    Listen!
    All I asked, was that you listen,
    Not talk or do – just hear me.
    Advice is cheap
    10 cents will get you
    Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper,
    And I can do that myself;
    I’m not helpless.
    Maybe discouraged and faltering,
    But not helpless.
    When you do something for me
    That I can and need to do for myself,
    You contribute to my fear and weakness.
    But when you accept as a simple fact
    That I do feel what I feel,
    No matter how irrational,
    Then I can quit trying to convince you,
    And I get about the business of understanding what’s behind this irrational feeling.
    And when that’s clear,
    The answers are obvious
    And I don’t need advice.
    Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what’s behind them.
    Perhaps that’s why prayer works,
    Sometimes,
    For some people,
    Because God is mute,
    And doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.
    “They” just listen and let you work it out for yourself.
    So.
    Please listen and just hear me
    And if you want to talk,
    Wait a minute for your turn;

    And I’ll listen to you.

  2. POETRY CORNER
    HOWL (an extract; by Allen Ginsberg, 1956)
    “I saw the best minds of my generation
    Destroyed by madness,
    Starving
    Hysterical
    Naked,
    Dragging themselves through the Negro streets at dawn
    Looking for an angry fix,
    Angel-head hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
    To the starry dynamo
    In the machinery of the night,
    Who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyes and high
    Sat up smoking
    In the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats
    Floating across the tops of cities
    Contemplating
    Jazz.”

  3. POETRY CORNER
    WORDS (by Martin H.)
    Words (by Martin H.)
    Words –
    They fill the blank page
    Bring paper to life!
    Don’t mess with their power,
    Words can kill
    Can harm you
    Should they feel so inclined.
    And when that’s not enough,
    Words
    Playfully
    Can weave a spell for you
    Just you
    Only you, you, you, you!
    To make you stop
    Stop!
    And think.
    Words
    Caressingly,
    Can nurture you
    In its heaving bosom
    Give you eyes to see
    Ears to hear
    Smells to smell
    Orgasms to moan with:
    Ill-literacy
    Is like life lived without love

    A waste.

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