Ukrainian tragedy

Brothers, sisters, what are we doing

Watching as   Russians keep  pursuing

A land and  nation that's  not their own

Who will stop this crime ..full blown 

Mothers, fathers, little children

Fleeing from a monstrous villain

Tanks and weapons ...Putinized

Homeless massess terrorized

Why such sanctions so uneffective

Actions taken are too defective

Justice found in  lack of care?

No hand to help those in dispair?

Can we feel it: imagine deeply?

How the Ukranians feel.completely?

Underarmed and so outmanned

Is there hope when feeling damned..

Let us speak up : raise our voices

Stand and condemn the warring noises

Who will help them:  dear Ukraine

We are with you ..  feel your pain

Tears for Ukraine

Smoke is rising  from the land

A body lies with outstretched hand

Motionless in his sealed fate

An unknown soldier saved too late

Flames of fury,..flames of hate

Rise from the missles ..and saturate

Every place they want to take

Russian soldiers desecrate

Unfair warring.. unfair time

Set about by this Russian crime

Invading lands without an end

Who will stop this evil trend

Putin's pondering in his greed

How he'll move and how succeed

No one's stopping him... he will go

Until the mighty stop this show

Will we watch and will we see

An echo from the last century

Where brutal murders and leveled land

See citizens leave with life unplanned

Sounds like rain

Rain is falling: slow and straight

Touching everthing in its space

Pittering..pattering..falling down

Soothing... sharing ...rythmic sound

 

Leaves are singing with each drop:

"Keep on falling...do not .. stop"

Such great feelings .soulfully dear

Hear them plantlets..how they cheer?

Open up carefully ...try to  receive

Every message that is set free

From the universe...from her cares

Rain is whispering; how she shares

God created all the colors

God loves every color:  just look out the door

There are beautiful colors across earthen floor

Stretching out nobly across sky and the trees

God has blessed all the universe with nice things to see

Everything is so created for you and for me

Exquisitely created with its own..individuality

Nothing's a copy; though, some may look the same

Our Father's an artist; who doesn't look for fame

We are all of us, related, though some may not believe

God loves us all dearly and each day we will receive

His blessings and graces..quite enough for each day

Let's not disappoint Him, with what we do or say

Look out towards every person; like our Father above

Seeing in each person someone worthy of  our love

Not skipping across colors... but giving to one and all

The same divine lovingness which from the Heavens fall

Each morning

Gentle breezes touch my window 

and they also call me to get up

I slowly rise up from  my pillow

and go get some coffee for my cup

Cats are running: ever ready,

for something good to drink or eat

I have fed them;  now I can do me

..something simple or all out feast

Like a burgler slowly creeping

beautiful beams of sunlight crawl

Across the furniture and the windows

and rest serenely on my wall

What a masterpiece of untold beauty:

morning sun paints out a way

Golden rays of untapped value

visit us each and every day

I can linger here in writing

and let my soul sing out its song

But I know that I would be stalling

from those who await me all day long

So I move on to my daily duties 

and ready myself for my work so dear

Listening carefully to each caller

helping them see what is most clear 

Every morning and in every evening 

and  in the time slots in between

God is my anchor and my  protector

and will be with me, though unseen

So though I don't say it out most boldly

on social media or some other way

I am a believer in the good God Almighty

and direct my life with Him each day

Rumors of war

The sound, of many forces , is filling up the air

While the rolling out of tanks  show up  everywhere

The Ukranian people await it: their destiny, their fate

As Russians begin invading; their tensions  escalate

A tiny, callous, monster without any regrets

Seeks out a greater title but, soon, he  forgets:

His days are all numbered .and .his lifespan is too

Invading this poor country, won't immortalize you

We  are, all of us, watching it:  with worry and disbelief;

As Putin moves forward like some crazy, old, thief

He keeps on pursuing a nation, that isn't even his: 

Exacting  a surrender while shaking his old fist

The ambient of warring  isnt something we should want

Disturbances can be triggering and they can  also haunt 

The sounding of war cries and  the ordering out  to fight

Will soon be a distraction from goodness and right