“Save me” said in anguish
“oppression make it cease”
words chanted in the night
alas no days of peace
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A world mired in deluge
fists full of abhorrent pain
A light sent into the world
groping for the common man
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A love light was unfurled
delivered through his hands
a desperate call into the skies
to breach the sorrows of man
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the least tallied as a friend
a child was extolled
he came on that barren night
to save the weeping soul
Please join us at One Stop Poetry as we celebrate poetry and the holidays.
Thanks to Creative Commons and Yorkville for the photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/yorkville/32958917
Moondustwriter, I am enthralled by this “noisy” Christmas offering of yours. How true, how exactly as it is. You write everything so well, lucid. I wonder often how do you speak? Maybe the same as you write? I do.
I like!
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Aww too kind Don – I’m a singer so some of my poetry I sing
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Sorry, had to return. About that really-istic hand, maybe reaching out in a “save me” gesture?
My immediate perceptive was maybe another hand, not quite so beautiful, pushing back the “Light-of-the-World”…so as to promote the malignancies herein. (Apologize for the double-dip.)
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Yes agreed – glad I can’t see that hand but it is ever present
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Does Joel Osteen know about this? 😉
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Shay!!! You are are a cut above
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this is lovely. very chirstmassy, my dear.
and i love the alliteration in “fists full of abhorrent pain”
“he came on that barren night
to save the weeping soul” beautifully put.
i’ll stop now before i quote the whole poem :):) xx
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Significant for this time of year.
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A fine poem offered in the spirit of the season…well done my friend.
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a really beautiful poem – the birth of a saviour! what good news!! 🙂
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Agreeing on the songlike quality. As always you have the single vision here, seeing the light. I think you did a great job with the structure–short phrases, a bit of juxtaposition. All very musical and effective.
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yep this silent night wasn’t so silent – and pushed away ever since by far too many…
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Ooh – we were on the same wavelength – although I might like yours better as a Christmas poem than mine turned out to be. But hands are important in both of them!
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”he came on that barren night
to save the weeping soul”
what beautiful lines, but then thats what I always find here – thanks Moon
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A love light was unfurled
delivered through his hands
a desperate call into the skies
to breach the sorrows of man
Christmas spirit all over us Leslie..i love your poem as all your unique prespectives do to me,i am literally enchanted reading you..:)
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“To save the weeping soul” This line struck me. Stupendous Poem 🙂
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“fists full of abhorrent pain” Hard hitting Christmas flow. Succint and meaningful holiday poem, Moonie 🙂
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Ah we have similar takes again this week dear Leslie. Let me take this opportunity to wish you and yours a joyous season and a phenomenal new year. This was spot on — clear, resounding, and beautiful. Well done as always!
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Silent but not so silent. Some very strong lines here Leslie.
a desperate call into the skies
to breach the sorrows of man
Indeed.
Thank you for sharing and for all the work you do.
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Oddly, I was reminded of Ebenezer Scrooge, and his journey to enlightenment. That’s why I love poems so much – each word and phrasing can mean so many different things to each individual who reads them. I enjoyed this; thank you! Hope you have a Safe, Fun Christmas, and a wonderful New Year! Cheers, David
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So beautiful and relevant. Reminded me of my most favorite Christmas song that I listen to every year.
xoxoxo ♥
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Beautiful poem filled with Christmas Hope….lovely Leslie for this blessed week….bkm
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A lovely “Reason for the Season” poem….gives hope and a feeling of depth to this silly season.
Thank you, dear friend….it comforts and gives direction.
Lady Nyo
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Great submission for 1SW. Reads very smoothly & word choice was superb. Enjoyable read!
crb.
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Thanks CRB – this one for me makes a statement
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Beautifully written. I love how this poem bignrs us together. Allies. We are not alone, we can be accepted, embraced and feel safe at times. Better now, than how it was, for me too. It’s a journey much better travelled with allies.
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When QuotesChimp purchase insurance, you are in essence making a trade. On one hand, you accept a fixed loss, which is the money you pay to the insurance company. It is fixed because you know how much you are going to pay before you write the check. These payments are called premiums.
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Hey really – your a singer set some of you’re poetry to music? Me too… the ballads mend themselves best I find. Appropriately seasonal piece. Solid quatrains with rhyme that feels natural and unforced
Have a great Christmas/Solstice my friend
Luke
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yeh ya lose it though if you dont use it – been so busy writing…
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“he came on that barren night
to save the weeping soul”
there is a sense of gentle presence in these last two lines…amidst the nights that are not silent and the pain of the world…he still comes…
Beautiful Lovely lady of the moon dust
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A sense of escape from a ‘A world mired in deluge’ is very well described:)It’s always good to have hope and faith by our side to see the guiding light that is present even in adversity.
Hey, I would like to be featured on ‘One Stop Poetry’ 🙂 It’s a lovely place to meet fellow writers and poets.Hats off to all of you!
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Glad to have you at One Stop and thanks
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Always enjoy poetry that begins with universal struggle and ends with hope.
Masterful job! Thanks for sharing. 😉
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Lovely, masterful – a birth indeed 🙂 Thank you for sharing
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An impressive share, I just given this onto a coaulegle who was doing a little analysis on this. And he in fact bought me breakfast because I found it for him.. smile. So let me reword that: Thnx for the treat! But yeah Thnkx for spending the time to discuss this, I feel strongly about it and love reading more on this topic. If possible, as you become expertise, would you mind updating your blog with more details? It is highly helpful for me. Big thumb up for this blog post! November 1, 2012
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What a wonderful timely poem, this not-so-silent-night of yours. Very nice.
Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2010/12/21/greatness/
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Thanks Teresa enjoy your holidays
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Love the title of this…it so perfectly sets the tone and the message of the One who gave a voice to the voiceless…and the word choice continues this tone, reminding us of the suffering that must be remembered amidst the joy.
My favorite is “the least tallied as a friend”
Merry Christmas and God bless 🙂
Michelle
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Thanks Michelle i aimed a bit differently
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I am in awe of how structured this piece is, each stanza a complete poem unto and of itself.
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thanks – you know sometimes it just flows
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I LOVE the finishing lines, which tied this together in a beautiful sense. It does cast this sense of “spirit” to it..struggle and then this “save” at the end. Fantastic! 🙂 April 🙂
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You did wonderfully! I like it. I like the your development; it draws me (the reader) into your theme in a way that I can empathize with these folk. First you told of the ails of the world, then of the hope, and finally the salvation.
Merry Christmas! 🙂
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Stunning! Wishing you the happiest of holidays.
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i loved the idea…not so silent night…as always a wonderful write…and my friend you know you will hear this a million times from me but have a great christmas and a wonderful new year…thanks for all the support and the journey through One Stop together has been a joy..cheers pete
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Dang…I blink and miss 3 posts!!
(Of course I read them)
And Loved them…..G
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You’ve got to be kidding me-it’s so transparently clear now!
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Bobbb I love that sentiment you sheard, I am my universe amazing how something can be so freeing and terrifying at the same time Lydia glad you enjoyed it poetry (and prose) have a different feel when they’re read out loud. I try to read all of my pieces out loud before I finalize them.DFTP I agree looking for that moment can be dangerous there really is never a right or perfect time for those turning points in our livesSuki thanks. I’m hoping my latest reading (still Chodron!)helps me recognize those moments. HB hmmm.. I like this poem captures my feelings perfectly!Cabacurl and anne-Marie thanks for dropping by and glad that you found something in the poem that spoke to you!Michael thank you for your posting that helped inspire it .. it is reassuring to *find* like minds out there
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oh the weeping souls…
This ,Moon lady, is brilliant, as every single thing you write
Thanks for sharing
Hoping you have a full of love season
😉
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Such stark reality. Again you have written with the precision of a surgeon, concise. lucid, beautiful.
Thanks so much and may you be blessed with silent nights and peace now and always.
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‘the least tallied as a friend’ – this line, though not the most poetic in this poem full of very musical lines, held the essence of the piece for me – beautifully put.
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Silent night, holy night. Your poem brings back the nostalgic strains of the song, reminding us Christmas is here again! Excellent piece!
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Awesome poem.
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Great one for meditation, Leslie! I love how you conjure the world miseries getting smoothered by the “love light” and the “hands”, those of an infant, who was born to “deliver” us. The last stanza from your pen, your soul, says it for us especially the last two lines–“he came on that barren night/to save the weeping soul”. And it’s been 2,010 years!
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Solid, good use of imagery work.
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Moon, your poetry is always so full of meaning. Lovely job sweetie x
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he came on that barren night
to save the weeping soul……such powerful lines. The last two lines really complete this poem. I love these lines.
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I wanetd to spend a minute to thank you for this.
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Lovely and appropriate poem for Christmas time. Happy 25th anniversary!
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Thanks for coming to my site and welcoming me would love to know how I can meet more writers.
GS
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Enthralling piece of writing.
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How could any of this be better stated? It couldn’t.
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Perfect, Leslie. Your words are like a Christmas carol.
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you are so sweet – kind of a sad one – it would be in gregrorian chant
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And he sure did save many an unhappy soul…
Well delivered, Moonie…
A very Happy New Year to you!!!
xoxo
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Love this insight! “Much like Christ, he too has faelln to the need for conspiracy and theory.” And the way it is worded. Intriguing piece Natasha! I love how you are always thinking about life and its various aspects.
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Hey, you’re the goto expert. Thanks for hanging out here.
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I’d venture that this article has saved me more time than any other.
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He definitely seemed to have healed many an unhappy soul…
An inspiring and peaceful write, Moonie…well delivered!!!
Happy New Year, my dear.. xoxo
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Thanks so much – hugs
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