Monday, December 17, 2012

Two for the Tragedy

Editor's note:  It seems an especially sad note that when great tragedies strike, we already have previously-published poems which fit the circumstances of the day all too well. Here are a couple submitted this weekend, one from 2003, the other from 2006:
collage: daniel abdal-hayy moore

 by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore

Angels are learning new tricks to entertain all the
dead children
just bringing them to a quiet place used to be enough
blue panels sonorous as cool winds rising to
infinite heights and
luminous rivers tasting of fresh milk and
passionflower honey

But now they are more restless and want something
lively such as fabulous displays and real
stellar extravaganzas to shut out the memories

All the wingéd horses have been brought in
and every banner from every battle ever waged
transformed into aurora borealis brightness is
planted on either side of the great arena which is
actually nowhere you can put your finger on and may be as
big as a sparkle or light years across

The angels begin conventionally enough and since they’re
anti-gravitational they are capable of some
pretty amazing feats their specialty being a
spinning array of a few billion shimmering their wings and
turning slowly at first in a
cone that goes up through so many dimensions the
children have to stop counting with
each dimension demarcated by another
color no one on earth’s spectrum has
ever seen before

Then the cone begins
turning faster and faster and shoots higher and higher
finally sweeping their astonished souls wide-eyed into a
vortex so swift they barely notice that they’re
arcing across fields of unearthly green and seas of
unoceanic turquoise

Each shroud has been made into a tent filled with
fabulous fruits and unidentifiable edibles of
uttermost succulence

Each soul has been given the Ultimate Glimpse
and the Accurate Portrayal
the Perfect Sustenance and the Infinite Intensity

Each time they clap their hands a new
universe appears
more fabulous than the last

And when they tire of such delights
William Blake reads to them from his new work
and Mozart comes in and plays them a tune
on a million pianos

~ Previously published in Psalms for the Brokenhearted
   (Ecstatic Exchange)

photo: charlotte ferrell

by Charlotte Sista C Ferrell  

Lord please hug the children tonight
Lead them from their struggle and strife
Lord please hug the children tonight
Guide them through any neglect or blight

Lord, help us hug our children tonight
Reflect on their struggle in a new light
Teach them to love instead of fight

Show us ways to lead the children away
From the horrors of the day
Block them from stray bullets and prevent 
Fresh, innocent lives from being spent

Strengthen all those who work with youth
Gird us with YOUR love and truth
To lead away from ac’qui’escence
That short- circuits adolescence

Lord lay hands on the City of Angels today
In fact, please lay hands on the world today

There's hardly any place to play!

Give us back a reverent nature
Help us to stop saying, " I hate ya.”

Let us catch the vision of a new reality
Where childhood is enjoyed in its totality

Energize us to use our voices
So youth everywhere have more choices

Bolden us to take a stand for justice and truth
That makes life a joy for children and youth

~ previously published in From Pillows to Pillars