Leave Your Thoughts and Prayers at the Door
I Don’t Want to Hear it
Leave your thoughts and prayers at the door
They’re not welcome here anymore
Your empty platitudes have no meaning
While broken families are left screaming
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Don’t pretend you care at all
For the bloodied bodies left at the mall
Or in the school or grocery store
I’m not listening anymore
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You have a way to fix your problem
But that might impact your so called freedom
What’s more precious in your soul?
Children or a law that’s two hundred years old?
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Don’t bother to answer, we know the truth
We know what is most important to you
So sit in your mansions with your lobbyists selected
And raise a glass when you get re-elected
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But don’t you dare anymore
Let your thoughts and prayers darken my door
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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Nice to the point poem.. 🦋
Interesting poem!
I am sick of the lack of action, excellent words
Very on point. It's time for people to stop interpreting the 2nd amendment in a way that allows the immediacy of an 18 year old walking into a gun store and buying firearms the very same day. All of our leaders should have to face the families of the senseless tragedies, in person, and be sued for the continued failures to stop this. Every one of them.
This was so deep!
Fantastic Cathy. Couldn’t have said it better myself. Well done.
Nice, Cathy. You nailed it.
Well said.
Exactly!
Nailed it!!!
Excellent. well said.