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Sunday, March 4, 2012

The visions of a fool


The visions of a fool

Old men dream they can run again
Little boys dreaming of becoming me
Young men dreaming of skirts

Life is an unequivocal wonder
Filled with inevitabilities
That are realized far too soon

We purse elusive truths
Beckoning our paths to reconcile our desires
But “Truth” knows not of the character of “Mercy”

The toils we suffer
Perhaps lend a compassion
Perhaps not
It does yet serve the soft-hearted
He who seeks a spiritual epiphany

They say “Grace” visits the abode of the meek
Those who have lost their “Warrior Spirit”
Seeking no more the conquest
Content to abide
Side by Side
In the reflective face of their hunger
And thirsts

Isaiah called out the words
In prophesy he uttered
“Come”
Come and buy milk with no money
Eat, Drink ‘til thy Soul is Fat

Who is the fool that has visions of strength
To overcome the balance
Of that which is Eternal ?
Shall the child tip the scales,
And give favor
To the  weary ?

I close my eyes
And visit upon the darkness
Holding to my delusion
While hoping to conjure a silence
Where the voices rival not
Any more.

The Visions of a fool


© 4 March 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Friday, March 2, 2012

a Father’s Prayer to Father



a Father’s Prayer to Father

Father,
i am tired
i am weary
and through my tear laden eyes
i cry to you

had there been no You
there would be no me

this road of Trials and Tribulations
is daunting
and still yet
my past is haunting me
begging for reconciliation
back to you
and i know You knew
i would come to this

but another kiss
is all i desire

to feel Thy lips upon my own
affirming that some
of my sown Seed
will produce a sweet fruit

in my many times of desolation
you have pulled me through
with naught but your Silence
and hence i now affirm it all

those prayers have been answered
for here i am
with another day
to make a way
like David
my brother
to your heart
only to find out
i have never left

yet my quest
to navigate
through my own delusions
continue

the Wilderness has been good to me
for i did find . . .
most of me
and all of You
for as the Son spoke
the yoke is not easy,
but if you need me
“There I AM”

Cleave a wood . . .
turn over a rock
through all without
all within
call me
for i am thy friend
as i said
“There I Am”

e’en before Abraham

damn . . .
why did it take so long
for me to remember this song ?

a God-less life
is no life at all
it is but death eternal
a never ending
self induced purgatory

so i as a Father Pray
this Prayer to my Father


© 1 March 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

they are people . . . too



they are people  . . . too



there are many people

who will never have anything

to say to you

but much to say about you



they are people  . . . too



there are many people

who watch what you do

waiting in the bushes

to ambush you

about the road you choose



they are people  . . . too



there will be many people

who like what you do

but can not say this to you

for they do envy you

and all you do



they are people  . . . too



there are many people

who thrive

to incite the sheeple

to tear down your steeple

even as you are building it

shit



they are people  . . . too



there are many people

who offer you love

and some do want more than this

from you . . .

be careful whom you enlist

to enjoin you vision

you bliss



they are people  . . . too



and then . . .



there are people

who are just a blessing,

there when your soul

is being tested

in your trials

your tribulations

your deliberations

about life

and yes

thank God



they are people  . . . too





there are people

who offer you solace

and rest

and peace

without cease

they embrace you

kiss the face of you

and your dreams . . .

and again

i thank God

for these people

and you know it



they are people  . . . too



there are many types of people

the naysayers

the way layers

the surveyors

evaluating you

and all you do



some who applaud

and laud you

and what you do

some are the frauds about you

there are some who condemn

never realizing

in their surmising

they but condemn themselves

i pray for them

for . . .



they are people  . . . too





© March 1, 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.



they are people  . . . too

there are many people
who will never have anything
to say to you
but much to say about you

they are people  . . . too

there are many people
who watch what you do
waiting in the bushes
to ambush you
about the road you choose

they are people  . . . too

there will be many people
who like what you do
but can not say this to you
for they do envy you
and all you do

they are people  . . . too

there are many people
who thrive
to incite the sheeple
to tear down your steeple
even as you are building it
shit

they are people  . . . too

there are many people
who offer you love
and some do want more than this
from you . . .
be careful whom you enlist
to enjoin you vision
you bliss

they are people  . . . too

and then . . .

there are people
who are just a blessing,
there when your soul
is being tested
in your trials
your tribulations
your deliberations
about life
and yes
thank God

they are people  . . . too


there are people
who offer you solace
and rest
and peace
without cease
they embrace you
kiss the face of you
and your dreams . . .
and again
i thank God
for these people
and you know it

they are people  . . . too

there are many types of people
the naysayers
the way layers
the surveyors
evaluating you
and all you do

some who applaud
and laud you
and what you do
some are the frauds about you
there are some who condemn
never realizing
in their surmising
they but condemn themselves
i pray for them
for . . .

they are people  . . . too


sorry to disturb you


sorry to disturb you

transformation
perceptions askew
the obvious becomes oblivious
the “Li” has done it’s work

here let me lend you and “e”
Li = Lie
you get me

from Divine to Mine
claiming ownership
to something we can not hold on to
like
imaginings
visions
dreams
and
hauntings
flaunting
flashing
potentials
in our spirits
hear it ?
the whispering ?

at blistering paces
within the illusions of time
we live
we die
yet eternity prevails
yet still

we fill our coffers with opinions
preferences
directed perspectives
the ghost like electives
that have no tangible reason
to confront
the presence
of that which always looms
on our horizons
our hopes
and yes
our dreams
and nightmares too

it seems to me
that the gears
are not in sync
succinctly so
but who really cares
as long as life pretends it works
for about 70 years or so
the average life span
of man

but then what “Homie”
going home ?

will you know me
when your hard drive
of existential memory is wiped
what lessons will you carry forth
or are you too, destined
to repeat them once more ?
the clandestine experience
here ?

the whores are cheap this time around
no money required
“we can barter” said the Devil
and he was true and level about this

just bring the Soul of your Children
he likes them young and tender
so he can mold them
enfold them
in the indoctrinal truth of lies
where belies
what was once obvious
becoming oblivious
the ways of the days
of our lives

oops . . .
sorry to disturb you


© 29 February 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Top 3 Poems World Helaing, World Peace Poetry Contest 2012


Dream of Peace
 
I know I don't know you
but I love you.
 
I know we are strangers
but I think a hug will do.
 
Don't have enough for your
milk? I will pay the rest.
 
It starts with one act, one
simple kindness.
 
World peace starts small,
it begins with one.
 
With one easy gesture
it has begun.
 
When we show care or concern,
express how we feel.
 
This is how our broken hearts
begin to heal.
 
It starts in one little town,
on the main street.
 
We start moving to a rhythm,
pulsing like a heartbeat.
 
It is a magical sound,
a catchy tune.
 
It spreads around the globe
and drifts to the moon.
 
This is my dream of peace.
This is my hope of healing.
 
It starts on a small scale.
It starts with one feeling.
 
This world is a disaster,
it has become a mess.
 
We need to aim for the stars,
reach for success.
 
We must educate the people,
let our voices be heard.
 
The peace movement has begun,
start spreading the word.


LauraSue Gutierrez-Simmons

LauraSue has been writing poetry since she was nine years old.
LauraSue has been published with Quill books, The International
Library of Poetry, Poetry.com, and Noble House publishers in London.
LauraSue won the Editors Choice Award for outstanding achievements
in poetry in 2003. LauraSue now resides in Pennsylvania



Come Let Us Reason
Together In Unity

I see you on the street, and you too, see me.
Outside we are different – and not coincidentally.
We have our clicks, clichés’ and circle of friends
but you don’t understand me, or recognize where I fit in.
I seek your approval, your understanding of my form.
I do not appreciate your conderation to attempt to do me bodily harm.
I am in a position to do something special for you,
but you never welcome the opportunity so we will never see it through.

You see me on the corner, and I see you in the store,
our cultures are so adversely different so I choose to simply ignore.
Rather than seek understanding from something that challenges
what I already know,
I shut my heart, my mind and my bowels of compassion
by repressing and suppressing every emotion that could flow.
No smile for you today.
No, “you’re welcome” “thank you” or “please.”
I won’t even render a “God bless you,” when I hear you sneeze.
Why is it, if I am hurting you desire to make it even worse?
I tell you, hating is a disease and it’s something we practice and rehearse.

So many, different nations and colors of skin, as
beautiful as the rainbows are and the clouds that blend in.
Many are our afflictions but seldom do we portray
any regard for another, at least not for public display.
Actors on a stage and perhaps musicians on a string,
every instrument has a place and a unique sound to bring.
The springs run to the river and the rivers
to the seas, the seas to the oceans and supply water to the trees.
If nature can come together and all work hand in hand,
why humanity would think any different; is what I find hard to understand.

If we could come together and look through, our other pair of eyes,
maybe we could see pass what we are saying and instead just recognize;
recognize we all have a condition that somehow needs
a physician’s attention, whether physical or not.
Take a pill, a pill of agape love as medication and release our hatred on the spot.
Selfishness and unforgiveness will not heal our land.
Compassionate, caring people will, while using tender praying hands.
We, as a people have to begin to listen and communicate,
then reduce our self value and importance to our individual destinies’ that wait.
We could sit down to reason together and possibly work out a compromise,
one that would be effective in reducing killings, mutilations, basically to salvage human lives.

When you speak, I listen and vice-versa would be nice.
I hear what you’re saying and literally sleep on it or think on it once or twice.
Putting another above oneself and ones ways,
would be quite refreshing and exhilarating or what if we awakened
each morning with the thought of brightening each others’ days.

We need the salt to preserve and we need love to restore.
If we don’t have understanding then love is what we should explore.
Your blood inside is red, and all our blood is the same.
My heart beats, I breathe, eat and drink but why should any of this have to change?
We should all be able to come together and build up, in unity.
I respect your right as well, to agree or to disagree.
It’s not necessary to seek revenge, just be strong enough to accept that fact.
After all, we are supposed to be adults, so responsibly is how we are required to act.

For over two-thousand years hatred and discord has been in place
causing anguish, unnecessary hurt, shame and disgrace.
What would it hurt us to try something different, and revert back to basic law?
Love your neighbor as yourself and don’t pick at differences or claw.

Life used to be so peaceful, sleeping outside on front porch swings.
Children playing innocently and disclosing secret dreams.
Love was taught at home; strict rules were placed and kept.
I respect you and you respect everyone including yourself.
Prayer was welcomed and never offended.
Can we try to continue what God started
in order for our nations to be mended?

Come let us reason,
together in unity.
There is peace and healing waiting
and we each have the ability.

Come let us reason
together in unity.
For world healing and world peace
we all must care for change and take responsibility.

Come let us reason
together in unity.
I value you as a person
and will you also value me?


Loretta L. Hardrick

Loretta L. Hardrick is a native Oklahoman, born in Lawton, Oklahoma to her parents Jammie and Vermelia.  The family moved from Lawton to Oklahoma City, when Loretta was two years old.  She is the fourth born.  Loretta resides on the outskirts of the city her husband, Stanley.  She enjoys writing poetry, spending time with her eight grandchildren as well as cooking and time with family and friends.



The Tipping Point

As a child,
I dreamt
of making a difference.
I perceived actions to be taken
and people to be helped;
only later recognizing
that changing the world
is an internal experience.
When I change my heart
and join with the oneness
of humanity,
the effect plays out
across the planet’s skin
rippling into the lives
of so many unknown, untold others
in ways I can’t begin to fathom --
with miraculous outcomes
unforeseen.
When I go within
to find my clearest essence
and choose to live
from that pure space,
I broadcast my light
like a beacon in the dark sky,
illuminating and brightening
far-off corners of the world,
effecting personal healing
in diverse and unique ways
known only to those who receive.
When I live in my sacred center,
my peace emanates and evokes
a cascading stillness,
silently washing through mankind.
Through my personal awareness,
I have planted the seed
for a peaceful world.
And a miraculous synergy
takes effect
as I and you and we
do the same.
An energetic root system
connects us to one another --
tapped into mother earth,
sustained on the life-support
of our love and unity.
Collectively we create
wellsprings of peace
within us
until we reach
that magical tipping point.


Elise Fee

Elise Fee is a Hypnotist and Life Mentor helping clients worldwide to get a new lease on life.  Many varied life experiences have taught her broader, more expansive ways to view and experience the world and humanity.  She writes a daily blog at www.EliseOnLife.com and is writing her first book.


The WINNERS : World Healing, World Peace Poetry Contest 2012



We at Inner Child would like to take the time to offer our
Congratulations to the Top 3 Entrants to the


World Peace, World Healing Poetry Contest 2012




They are as follows :




# 1
LauraSue Gutierrez : Dream of Peace



# 2
Loretta L. Hardrick : Come Let Us Reason . . . Together In Unity




# 3
Elise Fee : The Tipping Point





Each of these wonderful Souls are being awarded a Publishing Contract courtesy of Inner Child Press.
We all, the World are so thankful for your contribution to the Consciousness of World Peace, World Healing

Blessings

Bill


Thursday, March 1, 2012

THANK YOU . . .


Greetings,

At this moment i would like to take some time to thank all the wonderful Soul who have each contributed in their own way to the launching of Inner Child the Magazine. We Have Janet P. Caldwell, Managing Editor; Christine Fulco, Assistant Managing; Editor, Renata Brown, Art Director; Jill Delbridge, Director of Circulation; The Writers and Contributing Editors . . . Amber Schoen, Andy Scott, Cookie Hunter, Elizabeth E. Castillo Heidi Henderson, Jean Victoria Norloch, LauraSue Gutierrez, Loving LaFaye, Maribeth Doerr, Lindy Tefft, Patricia Gray, Nilanjana Bose, Tallulah Guy, Rick O’Shields, Denise Lyles-Cook (Lady Oracle), Regina Ann, Darko Kotevski for his Divine Photography, Adelle Banks-Wilson for the additional Publicity . . .  Bottom line . . . i am just grateful to all those who shared their insight, energy and love with us to make this vision come to fruition. On behalf of “Inner Child” we thank you all . .  the named and the unnamed alike.

All Love all the time

Bless Up

bill