Gather up the gatherers…..

Wrinkled Meat, medicine man from Cass Lake

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Standing Bull - Medicine Man - Crow

Standing Bull - Medicine Man - Crow (Photo credit: Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library)

Florentine wood gatherers
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The medicine people are speaking out.

Gather up the gatherers.

We are going to need them.

There is no doubt.

The tears are flowing.

The joy is in knowing.

We support one another  

in their field of dreams.

We work hand in hand

with loving kindness.

We use tools of respect,

mindfulness and grace.

Remembering when we

were in their place.

The medicine people

are speaking out

Gather up the  gatherers

We are going to need them

There is no doubt.

Call for the listeners.

Call for the seers.

Call for the dancers.

Call for the drummers.

Call for the singers.

The medicine people are speaking out

Gather up the  gatherers

We are going to need them

There is no doubt.

They will

bring in the people.

They will wild craft

the medicine.

They will sing

the healing songs.

They will thank

Mother Earth

with their dance. 

The medicine people are speaking out

Gather up the  gatherers

We are going to need them

There is no doubt.

Revision Iqbal Randhawa Dreaming with my Lover Guest Poet Punjabi

Renoir's painting of cabbage roses, Roses in a...

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The author shares experiences of being only with the Beloved now in dreams…Dreaming with my Lover….Iqbal Randhawa generously dedicated to My Mom Mary…..thank you for the honour of being of service dear heart…sharing space on my wee blog is a gift to you and your wonderful family.

  • Hi Mom,there were few spelling mistakes I had corrected them now its ok u can share it once again,
    My poem of 18th November 2011
    for My Mom Mary
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    Tu mera dil ly gya aen
    Chan nu tak deyaan hoeyaan
    Apniyaan saariyaan sochaan nu terey val mor deyaan
    Main be aasaa,hanju bhariyaan akhiyaan naal
    Apney ander cheekaan nu dabaa rehya san
    Per tu menu vekh lyaa

    Tu mera dil ly gya aen
    Jad meri saari dunya haneyr ho gai see
    Tu menu apna sab kuj dy dita
    Ty thora ku hor vee
    Jad raat nu thand ho jandi a
    Tu merey naal souna aen
    Tu meri zindagi da matlab,
    meri zindagi da hasil ban janaa aen

    Aeni ujari ty thandi dunya ch rehndeyaan
    Meri rooh nu garmawan lai ik tu ee ty haen
    Tu merey tuttey dil nu joran aya aen
    Tu meri zindagi nu navey siruoon toreyaa
    Ty hon maen terey pyaar ch aan,ishq ch aan
    Tu mera dila ly gya aen

    Jad meri saari dunyaa haneyr ho gai see
    Tu menu apna sab kuj dy dita
    Ty thora ku hor vee
    Ty jad raat nu thand ho jandi a
    Tu merey naal souna aen
    Tu meri zindagi da matlab
    meri zindagi da hasil ban jana aen

    Tera hath merey hath ch hondeyaan
    Menu kal da koi dar nhi
    Ethey asi khalotey san
    Asi kadey vee nhi vichraan gy
    Tu mera dil ly gya aen

    Jad meri saari dunya haneyr ho gai see
    Tu menu apna sab kuj dy dita
    Ty thora ku hor vee
    Jad raat nu thand ho jandi a
    Tu merey naal souna aen
    Tu meri zindagi da matlab
    meri zindagi da hasil ban jana aen

    Tu sab kuj ban jana aen
    Tu meri zindagi da matlab,
    meri zindagi da hasil ban jana aen..

    Iqbal Randhawa
    11/2/2012

greatpoetrymhf:

For the armchair traveler, this is a gem Great stuff Our Azure

Originally posted on Our Azure:

So, the obvious establishing post has to be one that talks of the islands, for i’m living amongst strange and joyful people in front of the great volcanic Pico.

I wrote this the day i returned to Faial after a long harsh time in Lisbon, I was rapt in awe, the colors stunned and inspired me, still, cold winds would arise from the distance.

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today, the greenest pearl shine’th into meye-ai

Oh sun, hiding in an excess of light,

blank white watering-bluest shine.

troubbleblinding even the darkest eye.

In a twist of wind out comes the snow, and in a fireside,

ashes turn to the mountain, slowly dancing.

Leaf of black , whirling smoke. calls upon,

Mistress earth, bailed out.

to us, those who care,

freedom in a glass of hope.

Cascade of returning misty fade.

Oh fiery mountain chant! oh high!

in a note, cruising seas,

under undoubtedly-bees

running…

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greatpoetrymhf:

Perfect fit with Bayonet`s at the ready….thanks Dan Roberson…

Originally posted on Danroberson's Blog:

English: Garhwal Rifles Parade in New Delhi, India

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When the sap is running in the maple trees,

And the snow still lingers on the hill,

Remember when young soldiers marched,

And went through their numerous drills,

 

Proudly they would stand in silent rows,

With precision they’d show their skills,

Ready to display how they could march,

Ready to count their kills,

 

It was about this time in early morn,

When I saw them coming over the rise,

They were proudly marching, marching,

But not ready for our big surprise,

 

Behind trees our soldiers were concealed,

Rifles primed and ready to fire,

And the soldiers kept marching, marching,

Their situation was extremely dire,

 

Behind cover our cannon waited,

Ready to rip and kill and shred,

To stop the soldiers from marching, marching,

What thoughts ran through our heads,

 

Why aren’t they home safe and warm,

Where rifles don’t hide behind trees,

Instead…

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